One day a boy went to school. The boy was small and the school was big. One morning when the boy was in the classroom, the teacher told the children: "Today we are going to make a drawing." "Great," the boy said, for he loved drawing. He knew how to draw a lot of things: lions and tigers, chickens and cows, trains and boats. And he pulled out his box of colored pencils and began to draw ...
But the teacher said, "Wait!", "Do not start yet!" And she waited until it seemed like all the kids were ready.
"Now I will draw a flower," said the teacher. "Great boy thought, because she liked to draw flowers. And she began to make beautiful flowers, and colored them in pink, orange, blue.
But the teacher told the children, "Wait, I will show you how to color." And she drew a red flower with a green stem. "Now you can start!" The teacher said.
The boy looked at the teacher's flower, then looked at his flower. His was more beautiful than the teacher; but he did not say anything. She just turned the page and drew a flower like that of the teacher ... It was red, with a green stem.
On another day, when the boy entered the classroom through the courtyard door, the teacher told the children: "Today we will do something from the clay." "Great," the little boy said, for he liked to work with clay. He knew how to do all kinds of clay things: Snakes and snowmen, elephants and trucks. But he waited until all the children were ready.
"Now we'll make a plate," the teacher said. "Great," thought the boy, because he liked to make plates of all shapes and sizes. And he began to make dishes of all shapes and sizes. But the teacher told the children, "Wait, I'll show you how to do it!" And he showed them how to make a deep dish. "Now you can start!" Said the teacher.
The boy looked at the teacher's plate and then at his. They liked his plates more than the teacher's deep plate. But he did not say a word. He turned his plates into a large ball of clay from which he made a deep and big plate like the one made by the teacher. And very soon the boy learned to wait and see and do things like the teacher did, and very soon he did nothing on his own.
And it happened one day that the boy and his family moved to another house in another city.
And the boy had to go to school. He had to climb some tall steps and walk along a long corridor until he reached his class.
On the first day of school, the teacher said to the children, "Today we will make a drawing!" "Great," said the little boy, and waited for the teacher to tell her what to do ... But she did not say anything. He walked through the class. When he reached the boy, he said,
"Do not you want to draw?".
"Yes," said the boy.
"What drawing do we do?"
"I do not know until you do it," said the teacher.
"How do I do it?" said the boy
"How do you like?" she answered
"To color it as I want it?" the boy asked
"How you want it!" Was her answer.
"If you all did the same drawing, and color it just the way I knew who did it?"
"I do not know!" said the boy
And he started to draw a red flower with a green stem ...
Moral
Human creativity is an invaluable gift.
Einstein said, "The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is her trusty servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift."
Who says the flower must have red petals and green leaves? The power to be creative is what defines us as people, and when we are involved in working procedures ... we will
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