The Hand
Thanksgiving Day was coming. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment—to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.
Douglas was the teacher's true child of misery, frail (脆弱的) and unhappy. While other children1at the playground, Douglas would like2close by her side. When3to draw a picture of something for which Douglas was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.
His abstract image (抽象图)4the imagination of his classmates.5hand could it be? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys.6suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God,7God feeds us.
When the children8on to other assignments, the teacher paused9Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was.
The little boy looked away and muttered, "It's…"
10aside a tear, the teacher went on with her work.
