Article September 12, 2016 Issue

Take another look

Charlene Anne Miller

One morning, as the school day began, a new girl slipped into our classroom. Her name was Rosie, and she was tall, with olive skin and gray eyes. Like Jack, who had red hair and freckles, she didn’t look the same as most of the rest of us. So my friends and I started teasing her.

But there was someone who saw Rosie differently from the way we did. My mom noticed Rosie and told me she could see Rosie’s beauty. Imagine my surprise! But my mother was an artist, so I trusted her word about beauty.

My mom’s comment also woke me up. I realized that I needed to start seeing things differently by getting beyond what I was seeing with my eyes. I needed to see Rosie differently, and I needed to see myself differently. I needed to see both of us more spiritually.

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