The Sandpaper Lesson That Went Viral and Exposed What Teens Carry Inside

eyes, but they hopped up, legs dangling.

I walked to the corner, to the “Burn Pile.” This was the scrap wood I kept for the incinerator. The ugly pieces. The knots, the warps, the twisted grain, the oak that was too hard, the pine that was too sappy.

I grabbed an armful of the ugliest, roughest blocks I could find. I walked down the line and dropped continue reading …