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When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher’s grandchildren were run over by a minivan. Her grandson’s legs were crushed, and her granddaughter’s chest caved in. They were both in the children’s ICU for a long time, he in a body cast, she on a respirator. We were reading Sadaku and the Thousand Paper Cranes when they were hurt. She left to be with her family, a substitue came in, and we (as a class) decided to make one thousand origami cranes to make a wish for her grandchildren. So, we did. We all folded all the time: at recess, at lunch, during chapel, during D.E.A.R time…and we did it. We folded all one thousand. They, thankfully, got better—I don’t know how I would have been affected had those children not recovered after all our hard work and optimism. While they were in the hospital, along with folding, we also recorded songs and stories and jokes on cassette tapes for them to listen to, and at the end of the year, we had a big party at our teacher’s house. Her grandchildren were there and we got to read them those stories in person. I still love paper cranes. beccaginns: (via snorkiesnork!)

When I was in the fourth grade, my teacher’s grandchildren were run over by a minivan. Her grandson’s legs were crushed, and her granddaughter’s chest caved in. They were both in the children’s ICU for a long time, he in a body cast, she on a respirator. We were reading Sadaku and the Thousand Paper Cranes when they were hurt. She left to be with her family, a substitue came in, and we (as a class) decided to make one thousand origami cranes to make a wish for her grandchildren. So, we did. We all folded all the time: at recess, at lunch, during chapel, during D.E.A.R time…and we did it. We folded all one thousand. They, thankfully, got better—I don’t know how I would have been affected had those children not recovered after all our hard work and optimism. While they were in the hospital, along with folding, we also recorded songs and stories and jokes on cassette tapes for them to listen to, and at the end of the year, we had a big party at our teacher’s house. Her grandchildren were there and we got to read them those stories in person. I still love paper cranes.

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