-Suggested by a Grace Friend
Back when I was in the 8th standard at school, one day, a teacher decided to tell us an incident that changed her life.
This is what she narrated to us...
I was walking by the canteen and I saw a little primary school girl staring intently at the ground. I looked over to the ground and didn't see anything so I asked her what was she doing. She told me that she was observing ants. I then looked again, and like the little girl said...there were ants...tiny ants going somewhere in a nice neat line. I was surprised to realize how I couldn't see it before.
As an adult, we tend to overlook the small joys in life, the simple things. We fill our minds with worries and troubles and miss out on opportunities to be content with little things because we deem them insignificant, but in reality they're not. Even little things are important in life.
It was a lovely story. All of us were greatly amused by the simplicity of the little girl. I too was.
Then our teacher proceeded and asked us, "Maybe that little girl was one of you. Does anyone remember? Was anyone like the little girl as a child?"
Then I realized when I thought a little bit harder... That little girl was me!
I was really touched about how my quirkiness as a child had in fact impacted my teacher so much that she felt it necessary to share this incident with the whole class. (and possibly other classes too)
I unknowingly had changed someone's perspective.
I stared blankly back at my teacher, with flushed cheeks but I didn't say a word.
Now that I think about it, I still have a lot of my quirks. Though they have evolved into other strange behaviors of mine. They aren't necessarily weird. They're just.....different.
But I know now that, we can influence people a lot...sometimes...by just being ourselves.
Back when I was in the 8th standard at school, one day, a teacher decided to tell us an incident that changed her life.
This is what she narrated to us...
I was walking by the canteen and I saw a little primary school girl staring intently at the ground. I looked over to the ground and didn't see anything so I asked her what was she doing. She told me that she was observing ants. I then looked again, and like the little girl said...there were ants...tiny ants going somewhere in a nice neat line. I was surprised to realize how I couldn't see it before.
As an adult, we tend to overlook the small joys in life, the simple things. We fill our minds with worries and troubles and miss out on opportunities to be content with little things because we deem them insignificant, but in reality they're not. Even little things are important in life.
It was a lovely story. All of us were greatly amused by the simplicity of the little girl. I too was.
Then our teacher proceeded and asked us, "Maybe that little girl was one of you. Does anyone remember? Was anyone like the little girl as a child?"
Then I realized when I thought a little bit harder... That little girl was me!
I was really touched about how my quirkiness as a child had in fact impacted my teacher so much that she felt it necessary to share this incident with the whole class. (and possibly other classes too)
I unknowingly had changed someone's perspective.
I stared blankly back at my teacher, with flushed cheeks but I didn't say a word.
Now that I think about it, I still have a lot of my quirks. Though they have evolved into other strange behaviors of mine. They aren't necessarily weird. They're just.....different.
But I know now that, we can influence people a lot...sometimes...by just being ourselves.
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