A young boy’s heart shatters when cruel classmates mock the sweater his grandmother lovingly knitted for him. But one teacher’s act of kindness stitches his heart back together, proving that real heroes don’t always wear capes.
The schoolbag felt like a boulder on Dylan’s tiny shoulders as he trudged home, kicking pebbles along the cracked sidewalk. His hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, and his eyes were fixed on the ground. What burden could an 8-year-old possibly bear?
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It was the new trend at school and all the kids were buzzing about wearing superhero-themed jerseys the next day. All except Dylan.
His heart sank as he thought about his grandma Mariam, or Mimi as he called her. He knew she couldn’t afford one.
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As he approached their little cottage nestled at the far end of the picturesque street, he spotted Mariam in their little backyard, her wrinkled hands carefully plucking beetroots from the soil.
“Mimi, I need to talk to you,” Dylan called out, his voice tinged with frustration.
“Be there in a jiffy, sweetie!” Mariam chirped back.
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Dylan stomped into the house, flinging his schoolbag. It knocked over an old framed photo of baby Dylan cradled in his parents’ arms. The glass cracked, a spider web spreading across their smiling faces.
Dylan’s heart clenched as he looked at the photo, remembering the story Mariam had told him countless times.
His parents had died in a tragic car crash when he was just one year old. Since then, Mariam had been his rock, his everything.
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She’d raised him alone, scraping by on what little she earned selling homemade cookies, fresh eggs from their backyard chickens, and her hand-knitted items around town.
It wasn’t much, but Mariam had always made sure Dylan never went without love.
She hurried in, her apron stained with dirt. “What’s wrong, my little man?”
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Dylan looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Can… can you buy me a superhero jersey, Mimi? Please? It has to be Spiderman!”
“Oh, honey,” Mariam’s voice cracked. “Let me see what I can do.”
Her heart raced as she scurried around the house, checking every nook and cranny where she might have stashed away a few dollars. Cookie jars, pillowcases, even the rusty tin behind the peeling wallpaper. All empty.
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With trembling hands, she counted the meager savings she’d scraped together. Ten dollars. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had.
“I’ll be right back, sweetie,” she called out, her voice steady despite the worry gnawing at her insides.
The bell above the door jingled as Mariam entered Smalltown Styles, the only kids’ clothing store for miles. Her eyes lit up when she spotted a lone Spiderman jersey hanging on the display.
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“How much for that one?” she asked, pointing with a shaky finger.
The shopkeeper smiled apologetically. “That’s our last one, ma’am. Sixty-five dollars.”
Mariam’s face fell. “Oh… I see. Thank you anyway.”
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As she turned to leave, the shopkeeper called out, “Wait! We’re having a sale next week. Maybe you could—”
But Mariam was already gone, the bell’s cheerful jingle doing little to ease her heavy heart.
Back home, Mariam found Dylan curled up in bed, his small frame wracked with silent sobs. She gently shook him awake for dinner, a humble meal of porridge with boiled beetroot and eggs.
Dylan ate quietly. It seemed unusual to Mariam, but she understood.
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“Time for your bedtime prayer, sweetie,” she reminded him softly.
Dylan mumbled through the familiar words, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.
For the first time since he could remember, he crawled under the covers without giving Mariam a goodnight kiss.
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As soon as she heard his breathing even out, Mariam sprang into action.
She crept into Dylan’s room and carefully removed the worn Spiderman poster peeling from the wall. Back in her room, she fired up her old knitting machine, determination etched on her face.
Through the night she worked, her arthritic fingers flying over the yarn, shaping it into a familiar red and blue pattern.
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As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the window, Mariam held up her creation—a woolen Spiderman sweater, crafted with love in every stitch.
“Dylan, honey! I’ve got a surprise for you! It’s in the dining room!” Mariam called out, her voice hoarse from lack of sleep but brimming with excitement.
Dylan shuffled into the dining room, his eyes widening as he saw the sweater laid out on the table.
A Spiderman-themed knitwear laid on a table | Source: Midjourney
For a split second, disappointment flashed across his face, but he quickly masked it with a smile.
“I love it, Mimi!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around her waist.
As Dylan headed off to school, Mariam watched him go, her heart swelling with pride. She didn’t notice the slight droop in his shoulders or the way he tugged nervously at the sweater’s sleeves.
“Have a great day, my little superhero!” she called after him.
Dylan smiled, not knowing what awaited him.
A smiling boy sporting a Spiderman-themed sweater | Source: Midjourney
The classroom erupted into laughter the moment Dylan stepped through the door. His cheeks burned as he heard the jeers and taunts from his classmates.
“Did you find that in the trash?” one boy shouted.
“Woolen Spiderman! That’s hilarious!” a girl chimed in, her pigtails bouncing as she giggled.
“Hey, Dylan! Did your grandma mistake you for a sheep?” another boy called out, causing a fresh wave of laughter.
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A girl in the front row wrinkled her nose and said loudly, “Eww, it probably smells like mothballs and old people!”
Dylan’s vision blurred with tears. He spun on his heel and bolted from the room, nearly colliding with his teacher Mr. Pickford in the hallway.
“Dylan? What’s wrong?” Mr. Pickford called after him, but Dylan was already out of sight.
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Frowning, Mr. Pickford strode into the classroom where the cruel laughter continued.
“Did you see his face?” a boy snickered.
“Yeah, he looked like he was gonna cry!” another chimed in.
“Guess Spiderman can’t save him from bad fashion!” a girl added, sending the class into another fit of giggles.
Mr. Pickford’s eyes narrowed as he took in the scene.
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The laughter died instantly as the children noticed his presence. His gaze swept over their suddenly guilty faces, understanding dawning in his eyes.
He strode across the classroom, his footsteps echoing in the abrupt silence. Mr. Pickford pursed his lips, a plan already forming in his mind.
“I see,” he softly whispered to himself. “Well, class, I think it’s time for an important lesson: one that’s not in your textbooks.”
With that, the dismissal bell rang. As the students filed out, Mr. Pickford couldn’t shake the feeling that something unexpected was in store for the coming Monday.
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The weekend crawled by for Dylan. He dreaded Monday morning but he couldn’t bear to disappoint his grandma. So, with a heavy heart, he pulled on the Spiderman sweater and trudged to school.
As he entered the classroom, Dylan braced himself for another round of mockery. But the room was eerily quiet. Every eye was fixed on him, but not with derision. Instead, with something that looked almost like… admiration?
“Ah, there’s my superhero partner!” a familiar voice boomed from the corner.
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Dylan’s jaw dropped. There stood Mr. Pickford, grinning from ear to ear, wearing an identical Spiderman sweater.
“What do you say we take a picture in our awesome sweaters?” Mr. Pickford suggested, pulling out his phone.
Tears welled up in Dylan’s eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy. As Mr. Pickford’s arm wrapped around his shoulders, Dylan felt a warmth spread through his chest.
“How… how did you know, Mr. Pickford?” he whispered.
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Mr. Pickford winked. “Let’s just say a little birdie told me. Or should I say, a very talented grandma knitted me one last weekend!”
Dylan’s eyes widened in realization. “Mimi made yours too?”
Mr. Pickford nodded, his eyes twinkling. “She’s quite the artist, your Mimi. You’re a lucky boy, Dylan.”
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As they posed for the photo, Dylan’s classmates gathered around, oohing and aahing over the matching sweaters. For the first time in days, Dylan felt his lips curve into a genuine smile.
Two days had passed since the incident, and Dylan was basking in the newfound peace in the classroom. As he rounded the corner to their cottage that afternoon, he skidded to a halt. A line of fancy cars stretched down the street, and a crowd of people milled about in their front yard.
“Mimi?” a terrified Dylan called out, pushing through the throng.
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He found her sitting at a table, surrounded by parents waving money and placing orders.
Mariam’s eyes sparkled as she scribbled down requests for Superman sweaters, Wonder Woman cardigans, and even a few Hulk hoodies.
“Dylan!” she exclaimed when she spotted him. “Look at all these nice people who want sweaters just like yours!”
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Dylan’s chest swelled with pride. He watched as his grandma’s skilled hands flew over her knitting machine, creating masterpiece after masterpiece. The cottage that had once felt so empty now buzzed with life and laughter.
As the fiery orb of the sun descended, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, Mariam packed away her yarn and needles. She turned to Dylan with a mischievous grin.
“What do you say we celebrate, my little superhero? I hear the amusement park has a new Spiderman ride!”
Dylan’s eyes lit up. “Really, Mimi? Can we go?”
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Mariam laughed, a sound as warm and comforting as the sweater Dylan wore. “Of course we can, pumpkin. After all, every superhero needs a day off sometimes!”
As they walked hand in hand towards the twinkling lights of the fairground, Dylan looked up at his grandmother. In the fading light, he could almost see a halo around her silver hair.
“I love you, Mimi. So, so, so much!” he chirped.
Mariam gently squeezed his hand, her eyes glistening. “I love you too, sweetie. To the moon and back.”
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And as they stepped into the whirl of colors and laughter, Dylan realized something important: Life might get tough sometimes, but there are guardian angels watching over us. Sometimes they wear teacher’s badges, and sometimes they knit Spiderman sweaters! But they’re always there, ready to wrap us in love when we need it most.
Silhouette of a little boy walking with his grandma | Source: Midjourney
CEO Asks One Question That’s an ‘Instant Red Flag’ If Interviewees Try to Answer It
Interviews are dreaded by many job seekers, particularly the infamous “curveball” questions used by recruiting managers and CEOs. The CEO and creator of JKR Windows, an American window installation company, Jefferson K. Rogers, has drawn notice for his unusual interview technique: a trick question intended to weed out unsuitable applicants.
“Impossible” Question: An Assessment of Sincerity and Coachability
Rogers posted his unique approach to interviews on his TikTok channel. He asks a question that he is certain the interviewee will be unable to respond to right away. Although the exact question is still unknown, Rogers stresses that there is no “right” response. The twist is this: The CEO is more interested in the candidate’s approach to the unknown than in knowledge.
What He Looks For:
Sincerity: Is the applicant willing to acknowledge when they don’t know the solution?
Openness: Are they amenable to picking up new skills?
Coachability: Are they open to direction and instruction?
A candidate who tries to make up an answer, in Rogers’ opinion, is showing signs of a potentially troublesome personality—someone who is resistive to learning or hesitant to acknowledge their shortcomings.
Divergent Responses on Social Media
Although Rogers describes this technique as a useful means of determining fit, TikTok users had a variety of reactions.
Supporters: Some argue that the strategy is advantageous because it shows a candidate’s coachability and willingness to learning.
Critics: According to others, it’s a bad strategy that could stop competent applicants from attempting to solve a problem or show their resolve by trying to provide a response. Furthermore, others consider the approach to be manipulative, arguing that it puts a particular response ahead of a true comprehension of the role.
Different Methods for Evaluating Fit
Although the “impossible question” generates discussion, there are alternative methods to assess a candidate’s fit for a role:
Behavioral Interviewing: Highlighting the candidate’s prior experiences and how they responded to particular circumstances can provide important context for understanding how they solve problems and approach new tasks.
Skills-Based Evaluations: An applicant’s suitability for a position can be determined immediately by testing pertinent abilities such technical proficiency, communication, and critical thought.
Fit Between the Work Style and Values of the Company: An interview’s questions and exchanges can reveal whether a candidate’s work style and values complement the company’s culture.
The success of any interview technique ultimately depends on the particular position and business. Although Rogers’ deceptive question might be useful to his organization, it’s crucial to think about other approaches to guarantee a thorough interview process that draws in and selects the top candidates.
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