The Studio:
I dreamed I stood in a studio and watched two sculptors there, the
clay they used was a young child's mind, and they fashioned it with
care.One was a teacher-the tools he used were books with music, art;
one a parent with a guiding hand, and a gentle loving heart. Day after
day the teacher toiled, with a touch that was deft and sure, while
the parent labored side by side and polished and smoothed it over.
And when at last their task was done, they were proud of what they
had wrought, for the things they had molded into the child could not
be sold nor bought. And each agreed he would have failed if he had
worked alone. For behind the parent stood the school, and behind the
teacher, the home. -Author Unknown
