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Yonder by Ali Standish
5.0
Highlights:
The deep furrow in Mama's brow softened, like she knew what I was thinking. "We can never see into another person's soul, Danny" she said. "And you just remember - nothing limits a big heart like a small mind."
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"Maybe I just down know how to be a very good friend," I said.
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"Some things you're born knowing, but other things you have to work at," Lou said finally.
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"Danny, prejudice is like...like a germ, or a virus," she said. "Nobody is immune. That sickness - that evil - it can take many forms. In Germany, it created those camps. Here, it created segregation, and slavery before that."
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Courage wasn't something you could save up for a rainy day. Courage took practice. Because if I didn't stand up for my best friend now, how could I hope to stand up for a neighbor, or a classmate, or a stranger when the time came? If I couldn't confront the small injustices, how could I fight the bigger ones?
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I was starting to understand that a friendship could be broken in a single moment, but it took much longer to put it right again. And that made a certain kind of sense. It was just like mending a waterlogged watch or a dropped dish. You had to be patient and dedicated. You had to care enough about the thing you had broken to make it worth the time it took to fix.
The deep furrow in Mama's brow softened, like she knew what I was thinking. "We can never see into another person's soul, Danny" she said. "And you just remember - nothing limits a big heart like a small mind."
____
"Maybe I just down know how to be a very good friend," I said.
[...]
"Some things you're born knowing, but other things you have to work at," Lou said finally.
____
"Danny, prejudice is like...like a germ, or a virus," she said. "Nobody is immune. That sickness - that evil - it can take many forms. In Germany, it created those camps. Here, it created segregation, and slavery before that."
____
Courage wasn't something you could save up for a rainy day. Courage took practice. Because if I didn't stand up for my best friend now, how could I hope to stand up for a neighbor, or a classmate, or a stranger when the time came? If I couldn't confront the small injustices, how could I fight the bigger ones?
____
I was starting to understand that a friendship could be broken in a single moment, but it took much longer to put it right again. And that made a certain kind of sense. It was just like mending a waterlogged watch or a dropped dish. You had to be patient and dedicated. You had to care enough about the thing you had broken to make it worth the time it took to fix.