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The two girls sat next to each other on the first day of class. They didn’t know each other, and their differences were quite stark. Melanie was drop-dead gorgeous, probably one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. She had blond hair and blue eyes. Her hair was styled perfectly, and her clothes were the latest style, indicating that she had plenty of money. Alana was quite plain looking with dark hair and brown eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a cute braid, and her clothes, though neat and well taken care of, were not the latest style, and it was easy to see that she had to be careful with her finances.
But the most notable physical difference of all was that Alana had been born without forearms. Her hands were where most people’s elbows would be. During the first day of class I watched the two girls. Melanie wrote easily, taking notes quickly. It was much harder for Alana. She had to bend close to her paper in order to write because of her shortened arms.
Over time I noticed that almost everything was harder for Alana than it was for Melanie. Not only was note taking harder, but social acceptance was more challenging. The boys swarmed around Melanie and paid little attention to Alana. As I asked students to form into groups, Melanie was immediately asked to join a group. Alana ended up in the same group, but she was asked with reluctance on the part of the other group members.
But there was one other huge difference between the girls that wasn’t as easy to see and took time to reveal itself. That difference was in their attitude.
Each day Melanie came in with a frown, complaining about the homework, complaining about her bad day, and basically complaining about everything. On the other hand, the first thing Alana always did when she came in was to tell me what she was thankful for.
“Professor Howard,” she would say, “that was a tough homework assignment. I’m grateful you assigned it so I could learn it.” One day she said, “Isn’t it a beautiful day? The sun is shining and warm, and it just makes me thankful to be alive.” The next day it was snowing, and she said, “Don’t you like the snow? I am so grateful for the sparkly landscape.”
This had been going on for over half of the semester. Melanie, with everything going for her, was dismal and complaining. Alana, with her many challenges in life, was smiling and happy. But there was something else I had noticed. As the semester wore on, the other students were gravitating away from Melanie and toward Alana. This included the boys. They would rather be with Alana and her sunny attitude than with Melanie and her good looks.
I knew I dreaded Melanie’s daily report of gloom, but I always looked forward to Alana’s happy thankfulness. One day the weather was frigid, the sidewalks were slippery, and the sky was gray. Melanie came in complaining about it all, as usual.
A little while later, Alana came in, smiling, and said, “I am so grateful that the weather changes and adds variety to life.”
I laughed. “Alana, you always come in smiling and tell me what you are grateful for. Is there a reason?”
She smiled and nodded. “You may have noticed I was born with a few challenges. But my mother always taught me that it is hard to feel sorry for yourself if you find something to be grateful for. And when you’re grateful, life is always better.”
Melanie was suddenly very quiet, and I could tell that she was thinking about what Alana said. As the days went on, Melanie complained less and less. Then one day, about a month before the end of the semester, Melanie came in and said, “The snow crunched beneath my feet all the way here. I’m grateful for fun, crunchy snow.”
Gradually, more and more, Melanie told what she was thankful for. But on the last day of class, I realized how much of an impact Alana had made on Melanie when Melanie said to me, “You know what, Professor Howard? I’m even grateful for math.”
Patti W.November 23, 2016
Thank you for always delivering a fun, uplifting story! Your positive attitude towards life shines through and warms my heart. Your articles inspire me to be kinder and more sensitive to those around me.