Well, needless to say that my hair grew back, as you can see - at least by sixth grade.... (you would have to see the last blog post to understand why I am talking about my hair growing back).
Wouldn't you agree that we're all pretty fragile to some degree. Every kid has dreams, goals, and aspirations - hopes for the future. I think we all need someone to believe in us. Today - FIND SOMEONE AND FAN THEIR DREAM. Greet them, hug them - tell them that you believe.
A TENDER REED
Today I walked among the majestic oaks.
Careless and consumed with me
Mindless trampling underfoot
Life struggling below the dense canopy.
A broken reed is what I found
Crushed and bruised upon the ground
Pressed on by life, do I pass by
Or invest the moment, lest it die.
I placed it in my caring hand
To find it was but rooted in shifting sand
Kneaded into dark rich earth
I prayed that new life would take birth
I watered and checked on my new friend
Whose attended soul hastened to mend
From the water and love I freely gave
Grew a majestic oak I helped saved.
While shaded by the large lush tree
A soft still whisper came to me
Little Children are like this once tender reed
And you are the soil to nurture the seed.
by Mark Dahlin
