At one time I supervised the reception staff at a non-profit agency. One of our receptionists who was near fifty had experienced a rough childhood and occasionally those memories would surface. One day while discussing kids and school supplies, she noted sadly that she never had a brand new box of crayons. Such a little thing, but symbolic of so many things that she went without, including nurturing relationships.
I remember shopping for school supplies each Fall so fondly, and that box containing a rainbow of bright colors all perfectly pointed helped fuel the excitement for the coming term. I decided that it was long since time to rectify this situation for our receptionist, and on her next birthday she received her very first box of 64 brand new crayons, along with some wonderful adult coloring books with beautiful designs. She cried. It is so often the little things that matter the most.
This story was written for Two Shoes Tuesday here at my blog
where the prompts this week are Crayon and Crash
and for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom