The uncommon beauty of being principal

I sit in my office everyday, organizing my desk, Papers, Pictures and Paperclips, Every one of them significant in one-way or another. I am in the principal, feared by students and rebelled against by students. I am just an authority figure to defy. This was not how I had pictured my life. Everyday I would see a 6th grade bully taking a 5th graders lunchbox and I hated it. I glanced out the window hoping to see something different. And I did. Sitting there on the swings was a little girl wearing a pink ribbon tied into her dark hair. On the other swing to her right was the poorest little girl in school, Elisabeth. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were ragged. She was crying. The child with the pink ribbon got up and walked over to Elisabeth, she calmly patted her on the back and gave tied the ribbon in her hair. I ear my eyes away. Now I remember why I became a principal. To see the generosity that children give while adults are selfish.