There are moments in life when everything changes, times There are moments in life when everything changes, times when an isolated incident redirects the torrent of casual circumstances into a flood of blessings. Mary Ann Bird experience one of those moments as a child in Mrs. Leonard’s second grade classroom. “I grew up knowing I was different,” Mary Anne says, “ and I hated that.” Born with the cleft palate –that is, an abnormal separation in the mouth –the child was acutely aware of the fact that her face was not as attractive as the other kids’. She remembers, [I was] a little girl with misshapen lip, crooked nose, lopsided teeth, and garbled speech.” As in often the case with children who are “different,” Mary Ann experienced merciless taunting and teasing from her classmates. When other children asked her, out of morbid curiosity, what had happened to her lip, she often made up an answer, telling them she’d fallen and cut it on a piece of a glass. “somehow it was more acceptable to have suffered an accident than to have been born different,” she reasoned. By the time she was in second grade, Mary Ann reports that she was convinced no one outside her own family ever would, or even could, love her. Enter Mrs. Leonard. This second grade teacher was “short, round [and] happy,” full of joy and plenty of smiles. Every child in second grade adored her, eagerly seeking her approval and affection. Once each year the children of Mary Ann’s class were required to take a listening test to gauge whether any of them needed medical attention in that area. The test was simple enough. Students would take turns standing at the door, covering one ear at a time, while the teacher (seated at her desk across the room) would whisper something to the child. The person talking the test is required to repeat back to the teacher what he or she heard. The previous year the first grade teacher had whispered meaningless phrases like “ The sky is blue” and “Do you have new shoes?” So Mary Ann took her place next to the door, she expected more of the same. Mrs. Leonard, however, had something else in mind. Looking directly at the “deformed” child across the room, she whispered, ‘I wish you were my little girl,” As that simple statement echoed in Mary Ann’s ears, the unconditional acceptance behind it worked an unseen magic in her heart, transforming the second grader from an unwanted, unattractive creature into a beautiful, beloved, treasured child. “God must have put [those words] into her mouth,” Mary Ann commented years later, “those seven words have changed my life.”
- As Good Friday draws near, its time for me to reflect. This story I read in a book recently thought me just that, to love and to show compassion for the simple fact God loves everyone. No birth is a mistake in his eyes. Words , words, words, we can use it to comfort and we can also use it to bring someone down-