Yesterday, Cary was going through his memorabilia, and in one of his scrapbooks, he found this essay written in the 1950's by a high school P.E. teacher/coach at Sequoia High School in Fresno, California. I loved the story itself, and the teacher's dedication to writing it. I typed it word for word, even when I wanted to edit.
Please keep everything in context of the world 50+ years ago, and enjoy the message itself. To me, this true story is like my blog, in that it celebrates the positive portions of everyday life.
*** I just looked this up on Google, and this is actually a famous story that has been circulating for years as an example of honesty. There were hits for both the LDS and Catholic Churches. It just jumped out at me when Cary started reading it out loud, and I wanted to share it. ***
When the bell rang, and I walked away, now misty-eyed, from this group of boys, I was thinking: "Bobby, little brown skin, with your clear, bright, dark eyes and your straight trim, lithe body -- Bobby, at 14, you are a better man than I. Thank you for climbing so very, very high today."