Fan Fiction: Pollyanna, Crutches, Gratitude--a rewrite of a famous scene.
Pollyanna sat in stillness, her gaze fixed on the crutches propped against the wall. They were far from the gift she had imagined, something playful or bright that might bring a smile to her face. Instead, they were these wooden supports—useless to her own healthy limbs and yet given to her as a present. Disappointment washed over her, and she made no attempt to hide it. Her father, noticing her downcast eyes, spoke softly. “My dear Pollyanna, it’s all right to feel disappointed. Even for people of faith, the first step is to name our feelings honestly. Yet remember that every gift—even one we don’t expect or understand—carries a meaning that gratitude can unveil.” Pollyanna tilted her head. “But Father, how can I be glad about something I don’t even need?” A gentle smile crossed his face. “Gratitude,” he replied, “is not just about what we want or what serves us. It’s about seeing the love of the giver and trusting that, in god’s providence, even an odd or unwanted gift can be part of...