Brian sat down in gym and refused to get up. This is not unusual. I believe if Brian had his way he would probably lay on his mat all day. Aaron stopped playing basketball and walked over to where Brian lay crumpled up on the floor. I was nervous, of course, because Aaron reaps very little other than destruction, especially in the past couple of weeks. Today was different though.
Aaron walked over to Brian and asked to walk with him. Ms. Chloe, their teacher, explained that Brian did not want to walk at the moment, but that we wanted him to. Aaron did not seem to understand entirely, but maybe he understood more than I gave him credit for. Aaron reached out and held Brian's hand and again signed to us that he wanted to walk laps with Brian. Brian began to punch himself in the face, also unfortunately, normal. At this, Aaron looked upset an taken aback.
"Trol!" (Control) Aaron shouted, as if to bring our attention and aid to Brian.
There was something about the look on Aaron's face at that moment. Aaron looked worried, and troubled. It was a look of compassion. I was astounded. Aaron, the destructor, showed concern for someone else. Was it possible that even Aaron, one of the most self serving individuals I have ever met, felt moved by the plight of another person?
God moved in my heart at that moment, convicting me about the way I viewed the kids that I worked with. God works in us all, even the unconventionals. Maybe especially the unconventionals.
