His parents put in a
phone by his bed and friends
called every day. He'd never much
liked talking on the phone, but he
felt better when they called.
He
wrote letters and got replies, and
was surprised at what fun it was.
Usually, he didn't have time to
write letters.
He
learned to play chess and began to
enjoy reading.
His
days were slower and quieter than
he'd been used to, but he learned a
month really isn't a very long
time.
When
spring came, he was running again, a
little more joyfully than
before.
When
we can learn to accept our troubles,
we find, like the boy, that they are
just packages in which new growth
and discoveries are wrapped.