Did you ever think to be thankful to God for the free use of your
feet? They press lightly o’er the crisp snow, or bound o’er the green
grass as you drive along your hoop. But let me tell you of one who
can never run and jump. When the busy hours of school are passed, and
his little companions shout and toss their hats in air, with the
wild joy of boyhood, _he_ stands apart from the busy throng; the same
quiet, patient look ever rests on his face, he moves slowly along
with his crutches. O, what would he not give to throw them aside and
join in the sports of childhood! What real delight would he feel in
the exercise of the powers which you possess!
A sad feeling ever passes through my heart when I see our little
lame boy; and O, how thankful I am that I am not thus afflicted! And
how thankful should you be, and how very kind should you be to the
unfortunate.
[Illustration: Lone chair.]
[Illustration: Girl standing and boy sitting.]