I've been tutoring a boy & a girl who are siblings for a few months now. The girl is in 4th grade and the boy is in 2nd. It's been always easier to tutor the girl..obviously because she's more mature and because she works very hard. Today she shared with me that she's really glad that I'm her tutor. And she told me that it takes her a while to get used to a person enough to open up..and that she feels that she finally can with me..The little boy, on the other hand, has been a handful since day one. He works hard of course, but he's still in 2nd grade. Can you imagine making a little boy sit down with one person for 1 whole hour, 3 times a week? Poor little guy. Anyway, I found myself starting to..anticipate with great apprehension..whenever it was his turn to tutor. Basically I dreaded my next hour with the little dude. But today, right before tutor I got a little cut on my finger. It was really small, but it stung and bothered me while I was tutoring. When he saw that I was in pain (just alittle bit), he ran to the bathroom and got a cup of water, soap, and a bowl. He took my finger and washed it with soap and dried it with a towel. Then he ran downstairs and got a band-aid and wrapped it around my finger. I was telling him that he didn't need to during this whole process. Oh, but did he touch my heart? Of course he did. And at that moment I realized that I'm probably never going to forget what he just did for me. :o)
