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It’s All In How You Look At It

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Sarah Stegall


One day while we were on vacation, my son Jonathan, my sister Leigh and I were visiting on the porch. Leigh mentioned that she needed to get up and put on her makeup.

Jonathan, 5, told his Aunt Leigh he liked her makeup. “It’s pretty,” he said. Leigh asked him if it made her look a little better.

“No,” he answered, “a lot better.”
Kristi Shores

My great-grandmother came to visit with me in the early 1960s. Because she came from a small town in Mississippi that had only one main store, we thought she would enjoy going to a shopping center.


When we walked up to a store, the door opened automatically. She was somewhat surprised by this, so she looked around and then stepped back. This would happen several times before she finally entered the store.

When I asked her why it took her so long to get in, she said, “I was looking for the person who opened the door for me so I could thank him, but I never saw anyone.”
Vera L. Drew

Some of the children in the child-care classroom where I was working were spending quite a bit of time staring out the windows. They were watching the utility men put up new electrical wire.

Back and forth the children would go, from playing to standing absorbed at the windows. When the utility men were finished with their work, Sean came running up to me with his whole face radiating pure excitement. “Teacher, Teacher!” he exclaimed. “The utility men are all done putting up the wire for the birds!”


Oh, to see through the eyes of a child.
Nancy Wells


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