I applauded as the kids onstage bowed. I was so happy for Summer.
“The final award this morning,” said Mr. Tushman, after the kids onstage had returned to their seats,
“is the Henry Ward Beecher medal to honor students who have been notable or exemplary in certain areas throughout the school year.
Typically, this medal has been our way of acknowledging volunteerism or service to the school.”
I immediately figured Charlotte would get this medal because she organized the coat drive this year, so I kind of zoned out a bit again.
I looked at my watch: 10:56. I was getting hungry for lunch already.
Henry Ward Beecher was, of course, the nineteenth-century abolitionist and fiery sermonizer for human rights
—after whom this school was named,” Mr. Tushman was saying when I started paying attention again.
“While reading up on his life in preparation for this award, I came upon a passage that he wrote
that seemed particularly consistent with the themes I touched on earlier, themes I've been ruminating upon all year long.
Not just the nature of kindness, but the nature of one's kindness. The power of one's friendship.
The test of one's character. The strength of one's courage—”
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