A children's Sunday School class was interrupted one day as a new student was brought in. The little boy had one arm missing.  The teacher, who'd had no opportunity to get to know the child's story, nor to ask how well he responded to other children asking about his disability, felt ill at ease throughout the class. What if one of the other children were to tease him or call him names? 

As the class drew to a close, the teacher began to relax. The new arrival seemed to fit right in.  She asked the class, then, to join her in the familiar game, "Here is the church, here is the steeple..."  As she watched the children put their hands together to make their little churches, she remembered - to her horror - that her new student would not be able to do this.  She herself had done the one thing she'd feared the children might do: make the new student stand out as different.

The little girl sitting next to the one-armed boy knew just what to do.  In a calm, matter-of-fact way, she reached out her own hand and placed her palm up against his.  "Come on," she invited him, "let's make a church together."

OK, everyone, all together now: "Awwwwww..."