About two years ago Sandy and I volunteered for Habitat For Humanity through our church.  I was amazed to see homes being built by so many inexperienced people. With just a little guidance they performed no less than a miracle.  Hundreds of people came together and the homes began to take shape.
   I met a little boy there by the name of Jarvis.  To this day I do not know his connection to the home building.  I don't know if he was there with his parents or if he lived in the area.  He was about nine years old and was full of energy.  He helped us with all sorts of chores but his favorite thing was gathering rocks to place around a flower bed.  He liked this because the rocks was about a hundred yards from the house and he got to ride in the wheelbarrow on the way to the rock pile.  At least he was lighter than the rocks.
   By the end of the day everyone knew Jarvis.  When our group was finished for the day we were all standing around talking.  Jarvis was of course right in the middle.  I looked at him and asked what grade he was in.  He said very proudly," I'm in the third grade."  Wanting to have a little fun with him I responded," Well I'm in the fourth grade."  I waited for his response.  He looked up at me with eyes full of wonder and asked," Did you get held back alot?"

                                      Carl