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| Green Sweaters courtesy Google Search |
Just recently we had moved to Oakland and our family was living in a
rent house on 69th Avenue, and I was attending the first half of
kindergarten.
Winter was coming on and
mother had bought me a beautiful forest green sweater to wear back and forth to school.
Our class room had a wall with wooden
pegs for us to hang our coats, jackets and sweaters on, so I dutifully placed my sweater there each day.
One day as I was ready to
leave school and start out for home, I reached for my green sweater.
Wait, this was not my
sweater. It only looked like mine but
this one was a short sleeved sweater vest.
My tears were noticed by my
teacher and she assured me that this was a mistake and someone would realize
their error and return my sweater probably tomorrow.
Running home, I told my
mother what had occurred, and she told me not to worry and we would pray that
my sweater would find its way back to me.
The next day, sure enough,
Bruce was holding my sweater and he looked so embarrassed as he told our
teacher of his error.
Bruce was a nice boy and he
had not intended to steal my sweater, it was all a slip-up from him not paying good
attention.
Forgiving Bruce was easy, and
since he lived just down the street from me, we began to walk home
together.
Isn’t it amazing how you can
find a best friend from a blunder?
A good friend is hard to
find, and there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.
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