The Force Is With Him

I spoke this afternoon with my sweet boy’s teacher.  “He is easily the best liked boy in the 3rd grade,” she told me.  She explained that he didn’t seem to have any of the social prejudices of his classmates.  He didn’t notice race, sex or social status when picking friends, he just likes everyone, so they like him in return.

“I’ve never had a student who was so good at getting the whole class together to play at recess.  He leaves no one out and assigns them each a part. He even found a part for Clint.”

Clint is a boy in his class who was born with several congenital deformities.  He is 8 years old and the height of my 3 year old, and his right hand has only 3 fingers.  He was shunned by his classmates for all of 2nd grade, and this year decided not to even try.  He simply sat down on the sidewalk during recess and waited for it to be over.

#3 was having none of that.  He walked over to his classmate and asked him why he didn’t want to play.  “There is nothing for me to do,” Clint told him with a shrug.

“Are you kidding?” my son asked.  “We’re playing Star Wars and you’d be an awesome Yoda.  He’s short and has three fingers, too!”  A slow smile spread over Clint’s face, and then my son and his Jedi Master ran off to defend the Universe.