One Monday morning, while the children were enjoying "free play", I stepped to the doorway of the classroom to take a break. Suddenly, I 1a movement of the heavy wooden door. This was the very door I2guided the children through to ensure their safety from the bitter cold. I felt a chill (寒意) go through my body.
My legs carried me to that door, and I pushed it open. It was one of my kindergarteners who I thought was3that day. He had been dropped off at school late and was4 to open the door.
He must have been waiting there for quite a while! Without a word, I rushed him to the hospital. He was treated for frostbite on his hands. He'd need time to5 and wouldn't come for class the next day, I thought.
The next morning, one of the first to6 was my little frostbitten boy. Not only did he run in with energy, but his7 could be heard as loud as ever! I gave him a warm hug and told him how8I was to see him. His words have stayed with me all these years, "I knew you would open the door."
That cold Monday morning, he waited a long, long while for adults to9. To a child, every minute feels like forever. He didn't attempt to walk back home, he waited and trusted. This five-year-old taught me a powerful lesson in10.
