Thanksgiving Day was coming. A teacher gave her class an interesting task — to draw a picture of something to express their1.
The teacher thought most of her2would draw turkey or some other traditional food of the festival. And so they did. But Douglas made a3kind of picture.
Douglas was a child of unhappiness.4other children played together, Douglas always stood close by his teacher's side.
His picture was special. When he was asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand!5else. Just an empty hand.
His work caught the attention of his classmates. Whose hand could it be? Some guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raised turkeys. Others guessed it was the hand of God, because God helped everyone. The discussion6, and they even forgot to ask the artist himself.
When the discussion stopped, the teacher asked Douglas whose hand it was. The little boy said in a low voice, "It's7, teacher."
She got surprised at his words. Then she8that she often took his hand. Sometimes she said, "Douglas, take my hand, and we'll go outside." Sometimes she said," Let me show you how to hold your pencil." And she9said," Let's do this together."
Her eyes were full of tears. She had done these to all her students. She didn't know these were so10to him. She hugged Douglas and decided to give him more love.
