My First Day of School

It was September! My first day of school! And it was no ordinary day. The very first thing I did was try to console a little girl who was crying because she had to go to a different school just over the river from the town's school where she now was. The principal even came into our room to console the little girl and then take her over to her new school. I stood nearby, watching and listening.

Then, I could bear it no longer.

"I'll go to school there instead of her if you want!" I offered.

The principal, bent over the little girl, swiveled his head to look into my concerned face.

"No, you can't do that, Lucy," he explained. "The school is expecting her."

"But I don't mind going. She can stay here," I insisted.

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Why don't you come ride along with us? I'm sure she would like your company," he suggested.

And so, my first day of school was partially spent riding in the principal's car.

It's very interesting that even at the tender age of seven, I had deep compassion for others.
Still do. Some things are just part of our character from the beginning.
Thank you, God!