He said, “This bowl was made from Australian Ash that was blown down in Hurricane Ike. Most of us would call it trash wood, but I cut a few pieces, waited a few years and turned it for you. I thought it an apt metaphor for what you do: you take in children that others discard and find the beauty hidden underneath.”
This is what I do. Before I watch a child discover algebra, or develop an understanding of electricity, or build a catapult, or program a computer, write a blog post, help them with homework, or just teach, I find the beauty in a child. There’s two types of people out there, I guess. Those that look at a piece of wood, a life, a child or a moment and only notice flaws. And some can look past the flaws, find beauty and carve back the layers for everyone else until only the beauty remains.
That’s why I do this: I search for the beauty for those of us who have yet to see it in themselves.
Because once, not so long ago, I was that kid. And every moment I nearly lost myself in the darkness, someone helped carve me into man.
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