Kindness Wins the Day
My daughter, Grace, came home from first grade in tears. “That mean boy Dylan called me names again,” she sputtered between sobs.
I hugged her tight. “I’m sorry, honey. Did you tell your teacher about it?”
“Yes.” Grace wiped her eyes. “She changed our seats. But he’s still not nice to me.”
I struggled to think of a way to help her. “Maybe we could say a prayer for him?”
Grace agreed, but it seemed that nothing changed over the next week. Then one day I pulled a slip of paper out of her backpack. “School shoutout!” was printed in bold across the top of
