I work at a primary school and I know you're not supposed to pick a favourite student. But I hard out have one. This kid wins flat out; no questions asked.
If I could take him home I really would.
Today he got himself worked up into hysterics - shouting, swearing, and crying like I've seen no other kid cry. The was no real reason for it, or at least none that we could gather. Despite what he said I don't think he was necessarily mad at anyone in particular. He was just mad. At life. That somehow he knows it isn't how its supposed to go for him. I think he was crying because life is unfair and we just didn't get it.
It broke my heart.
Why have I had to so good when people everywhere seem to be worked up into hysterics because life isn't treating them how it should?
Why is it that the first thing that newborns do is cry? And we wait, we hold our breaths, until we hear the sound that means they are really alive.Today was a sad day for me. I was reminded how awful this world can be. How opposite it is to how God intended it. It's just not right. Today I mourned.
As does He everyday.