The hand
On the Thanksgiving Day, a school teacher asked her
class of first-graders to graw a picture of something
they were thankful for. She would know how little
these poor children actually had to be thankful for. She
thought that most of them would draw pictures of
turkeys or tables with food. However, the teacher was
taken aback with the picture Douglas handed in a
simple childishly drawn hand.
But why and whose hand Douglas drew? The class was captivated by the
abstract image.
“I think it must be the hand of God that bring us food,” said one child.
“A famer,” said another, “because he grows the turkeys.”
Finally when the others were at work, the teacher bent over Douglas’ desk
and asked whose hand it was. “It’s your hand, Teacher,” he mumbled.
She recalled that frequently at recess she had taken Douglas, a reserved
lonely child, by the hand. She often did that with the children. But it meant
so much to Douglas. Perhaps this was everyone’s Thanksgiving, not for the
material things given to us but for the chance, in whatever small way, to give
to others.
- Source Unknown
When you give yourself, you receive more than you give.
- Antoine de Saint Exupeáry
In helping others, we shall help ourselves, for whatever good
we give out completes the circle and comes back to us.
