His Teacher's Hand

At first it sounded like a thanksgiving story, but the more I reflected on it,
the more appropriate it seemed for any time of the year. The way I heard it,
 the story went like this:

Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment
—to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still
many would celebrate the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies
 of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of
 her student's art. And they were.

But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy.
 He was the teacher's true child of misery, frail and unhappy. As other children
played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only
 guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.

Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something for
which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.

His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could it be?
One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys.
Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people.
Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the
discussion went—until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas'
desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away
 and murmured, "It's yours, teacher."

She recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there,
as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand, Douglas,
 we'll go outside." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's
do this together." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand.

Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work.

The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers
teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it
means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks.
But they'll remember the hand that reaches out.
-Steve Goodier

" One test of the correctness of educational procedure is the happiness of the child." 
Maria Montessori