Editorial

While you thought I wasn't looking

Monday, August 11, 2003

In the avalanche of information which flows through the Internet, there are occasional nuggets of inspirational thought. These keen insights cause us to pause and marvel at the wisdom of the thoughts expressed.

Among the observations about human nature are the following, which reached Nebraska by e-mail via California and Oklahoma.

The title is "When You Thought I Wasn't Looking." The author is not identified, other than as "a former child." We've always known that little things mean a lot. After reading the following we also become aware that little eyes see a lot.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite cake and I learned that little things can be the most special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, and it's all right to cry.

When you thought that I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned the lessons of life that I need to know to be a good person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking."

This is going out today to all the people who do so much for others and think that no one ever sees. And, yet, our actions are all important, because of the impressions they create in the minds of children.

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