編者按戴德節臨远了，有位一年級老師給班上的壆生佈寘了一項风趣的做業――畫出他們念感謝的東西。噹孩子們接著做其它作業時，老師正在道格推斯的桌旁停下來，彎下腰問他那是誰的手。小男孩眼看別處怯怯天說：“老師，那是你的手。”她回忆起，有時她會像對其余壆死一樣，牽著他的手一同往這兒，到那兒。她常說：“拉著我的手，讲格拉斯，我們走到里面来。”或“讓我教您怎樣拿鈆筆。”又大概：“我們一路來做這件事吧。”而道格拉斯最感谢的恰是老師的脚。
Sometimes we need to remind ourselves that thankfulness is indeed a virtue.
―William Bennett
Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun assignment―to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.
Most of the class might be considered economically disadvantaged, but still many would the holiday with turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the subjects of most of her students’ art. And they were.
But Douglas made a different kind of picture. Douglas was a different kind of boy. He was the teacher's true child of misery，文件翻譯, frail and unhappy. As other children played at recess, Douglas was likely to stand close by her side. One could only guess at the pain Douglas felt behind those sad eyes.
Yes, his picture was different. When asked to draw a picture of something for which he was thankful, he drew a hand. Nothing else. Just an empty hand.
His abstract image captured the imagination of his peers. Whose hand could it be，英翻中? One child guessed it was the hand of a farmer, because farmers raise turkeys. Another suggested a police officer, because the police protect and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went―until the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.
When the children had gone on to other assignments, she paused at Douglas’ desk, bent down, and asked him whose hand it was. The little boy looked away and murmured, "It's yours, teacher."
She recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "Take my hand, Douglas, we'll go outside." Or, "Let me show you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand.
Brushing aside a tear, she went on with her work.
The story speaks of more than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship, and how much it means to the Douglases of the world. They might not always say thanks, but they'll remember the hand that reaches out.
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