Good Morning Everyone,
Honor First?? I have watched you over on WSI and am glad you came over for a look see. This thread is everyones and I hope that others will share their special stories, experiences, etc. It is my firm belief that those who need to hear a particular message at any given point in life will be directed to where it is, so help by posting whatever you care to and read what you want. It is the time of sharing, lets fill this thread with stories, someone may need what you have to say, very desperately!!
During this time of year, we ourselves, are just a little more polished, shine a little brighter, look a little prettier than normal. But, what do you see on the inside??
Todays Story:
Rock Concert
Even without the torn jeans, he made a scruffy-looking
ten year old. His fifth grade classmates had never seen
anyone as poorly dressed and unpolished as Marco. This was
his first day of elementary school in a quaint New England
town of well-to-do families. Marco's parents were migrant
fruit pickers and his classmates eyed him with suspicion for
the first part of the day. Even though they whispered and
made comments about his clothes, he didn't seem to notice.
Then came recess and the kickball game. Marco led off
the first inning with a home run, earning him a bit of
respect from his wardrobe critics. Next up to kick was
Richard, the least athletic and most overweight child in the
class. After his second strike (amid the groans of his
classmates), Marco edged up to Richard and quietly said,
"Forget them, kid. You can do it!" Richard kicked a home run
and at that precise moment, something began to change in
Marco's class. Over the next few months, Marco was able to
teach the class many new things. Things such as how to tell
when fruit was ripe, how to call a wild turkey and,
especially, how to treat other people.
By the time Marco's parents finished their work in the
area, the class was preparing to celebrate Christmas. While
other students brought the teacher fancy scarves, perfumes
and soap, Marco stepped up to the teacher's desk with a
special gift. It was a rock that he delivered into the
teacher's hands which was beautiful and bright. "I polished
it up special," he said.
Years later, the teacher still had Marco's rock on her
desk. At the beginning of each school year, she would tell
her class about the gentle boy who taught her and her class
not to judge a book by its cover. And that it's what's on
the inside of others that truly counts.
Author Unknown
Have a great day all !!!
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