Today my body is demanding a rest day, and I am happy to oblige. This afternoon, I'll be doing finances on the computer (wrapped up in two warm blankets and snuggled into the couch), but I spent much of the morning binge-reading some of my favorite blogs. I haven't done it for a while, so there's a lot of catch-up to do. Darn.
http://www.nieniedialogues.com/2017/05/ollie-hope-of-america.html As I read about how proud one mother was of her 6th grade son because he was awarded the Hope of America Award, something warmed in the back of my brain. I got that award, too - when I was an awkward 6th grader.
I've always wondered why. I even wanted to contact my elementary school principal and ask him why, out of all the other much more talented and smart and cute and self-assured girls in the sixth grade, why did he pick me?
The last few years of elementary school were rough. I had one or two friends at most. I was growing and gangly-tall, felt so different from all the other kids, and bounced a ball by myself at lunch recess, softly singing "Only the Lonely Can Play." I wasn't good at socializing, I was pretty bad at jumping rope, and I hated dodge ball. In the classroom, I alternated between cocky-smart and burying my head in my arms on my desk and hoping no one would see me. What on earth did Mr. Nichols see in that little girl?
I looked it up. I found out the award is given under the direction of the Kiwanis Club to one girl and boy in each elementary school. Usually they are chosen for their academic work, good citizenship, and leadership. Another article cited the children's "positive influence on others" as a criteria.
My beloved elementary school principal passed away a few years ago, so I'll never be able to ask him my questions. I still wonder. But for today, I can still work on being a positive influence on others. I can make my own little corner of the world a better place. If we all did that, there would be plenty of hope for America.