This is a scary photo – but medicating your child “to fit in” is a scary thought. To Whom are you trying to please? A bad teacher? Or God who made that child?
I was privileged to see a first or second grade teacher, in 1961, patiently calm down a very disturbed little boy after class one day.
He was jumping from desk to desk. I hope it wasn’t her disturbing him. Something was bothering him inside. Either home life or school life.
I always pray for him. I always wondered what happened, to him. No child should ever be that upset.
God allowed me to see only a snippet of his life, so that I would remember to pray for him all my life.