The Hand

Discussion in 'Spirituality/Worship' started by danny3861, Nov 26, 2003.

  1. danny3861

    danny3861 New Member

    THE HAND

    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.

    -- Author Unknown
  2. Takesha

    Takesha New Member

    Thanks so much for sharing this Danny.
    I have always been a "toucher" and a hugger, and often even without realizing it reach out and touch the person I am talking to, even if they are a stanger. It is so important to reach out and touch, and to be touched by others. There are many who are alone, and are rarely touched by anyone, and touching and reaching out is such a small thing, even the shyest of us can do that.

    Happy Thanksgiving

    Takesha