AS GOOD AS ANYBODY
Martin was mad at everyone.
He marched to his father’s church and stomped his feet.
“What good is stepping on bugs?” Daddy King said. “You’re
looking down when you should be looking up.”
Years earlier, across the Atlantic Ocean, a boy named
Abraham strode through Warsaw, Poland, with his head held
high. “Walk like a prince, not a peasant,” his father had told
him. “We are all God’s children. You are as good as anybody.”
Abraham was proud of his father, and together they
prayed and studied. His father pretended to be surprised
when Abraham found candies hidden between pages of the
Torah. “Learning is a sweet delight, Abraham.”