An Eight-Year-Old’s Choice
An eight-year-old boy was sprinting down the street, his backpack bouncing against his shoulders. He was already late for math class, and in his mind, he could see his teacher’s stern face. He dreaded those moments when she scolded him for being late or stumbling over an answer.
“She’s going to yell again… say I’m lazy again…” he thought, quickening his pace. To make things worse, the elevator had broken down that morning, costing him even more precious minutes.
