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"I dropped my brownie on the ground. Can I have another piece?" The little boy held out an empty paper plate, his tiny arms outstretched, his brown eyes pleading.
"Sure, here you go." I answered, cutting the extra piece.
He scampered out the door, his eight year old legs racing down the hall. He slammed into the door leading to the parking lot beside the church.
It's no wonder the first piece of brownie toppled to the ground, since this little guy’s energy ranges somewhere between spirited and energetic, okay very energetic.
Even during class time in Kids Super Church, he’s one of the first to answer questions, memorize bible verses or to help with object lessons.
As his teacher, I enjoy his enthusiasm; looking forward to those Sunday's when his grandmother brings him to church.
Bang! Crash! The door bounced and slammed into the wall as he zoomed back into the room. "I dropped my brownie, again. Can I have one more?" He yelled, the crumbs still on his plate.
"Well, now. Maybe you could slow down a little bit, so you can hang onto your brownie." Cutting one more piece, I patted his shoulder, "Slow. Go slow."
"I will. I will." He answered and tossed me a quick smile.
A short time later, as I folded chairs and tossed trash into the waste basket; I turned around and there he was gazing up at me with an empty plate, again.
"Look." He uttered, trying to look sad, puckering his lips.
"Goodness. Your brownie just keeps getting away." I replied, wiping a piece of chocolate from the corner of his mouth.
"Uh...uh...it does. Do you have anymore?" He begged.
"Let’s see." Searching my bag of goodies, I acted surprised. "Yes, I have one more piece. It’s especially for you."
He held out the plate, inches from the tray. "Thank you. Thank you." He whispered.
"Be sure to hold onto it,” I called out as he skipped away, eating the brownie with one hand, and holding the plate in the other.
Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.
People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime and if they need one more brownie, who am I to say no to that request.
Even kids, they come across our paths in the very same way and they are all so very different.
Some don’t get A’s. Some don’t have many friends. Some are short, or have big ears.
Some just don’t fit in. They seem to dance to a different drum. Or they have a mischievous streak like the little guy in my story, but all children are unique, special.
Hyperactivity, impulsiveness and energy are not defects at all; they are God’s gifts in disguise. They can be channeled into a package of skills that God can use.
So, remember people will forget what you said or forget what you did. But they will never forget how you made them feel.
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