As thanksgiving day drew near, a class of first-graders were assigned to draw a picture of something to be thankful for. Some drew a house or a car or a turkey or food or toys. But one little boy drew a hand.
Then the class tried to figure out whose hand it was… God’s? The policeman’s? The farmers for growing the food? But no one could guess; and the little boy would not tell.
Then the children all ran outside for recess and the teacher came up to the little boy and asked softly, “Whose hand did you draw?” He said, “Yours!”
Tears came to her eyes as she recalled all the times she had used a hand to guide his pencil, or lead him across the street… for he was lame. A nice story to tell and I hope you like it!
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