Each of God's Children Is Special

William had been in the first grade now for one whole week. He loved feeding the snake, George, and building with the arithmetic rods. But one of the best times of the day was recess.

Today, he was the first one through the door to the playground. Five minutes later he was back in the classroom with tears streaming down his face.

Mrs. Post, his teacher, put her arm around him. "Why, William," she said, "this isn't like you. Where is that happy smile?"

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