The Snowbank Stand: Defending a Child’s Heart Against a Cold Lesson
My twelve-year-old son, Ben, possessed a kind of optimism that the world usually tries to extinguish, so when he came home glowing with the news of a ten-dollar-a-day shoveling job for our wealthy neighbor, Mr. Dickinson, I supported his excitement. Ben wasn’t thinking of himself; he spent his evenings tallying his earnings with a pencil,…
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