my story for you.

Once there was a little boy named Franklin. Franklin was a nice boy, and would do anything to make anyone happy. He woke up every morning and brushed his teeth to make his mother and the Tooth Fairy happy. He ate his bacon for breakfast to make the butcher happy, but he drank orange juice with it to make the farmer happy. He would clear the table, even though it was his brother’s job, to make his brother happy. He would drive to school in his SUV to make the state happy, then give his father a kiss on the cheek to make him happy. His family loved him, because he was such a nice boy.
Once he arrived at school things seemed to change for poor Franklin. No one noticed how he held the door open for them. No one noticed how he smiled and said hello in the hallways. No one cared that he would pay for the lunch of the person behind him in line. No one even murmured a thank you when he would set down his books to help someone pick up a dropped item between classes. Franklin was not oblivious as to why the kids at school treated him in such a mean way. Even though made him very very sad, Franklin would never impose his feelings on someone else; it might make them sad, and all he ever wanted to do was make everyone happy.
Franklin knew what the other kids at school thought about him, and he knew it was wrong. Franklin was born this way, and he could not help it. After the day was through, and everyone was happy (but Franklin) he would stand in front of a mirror staring at himself. The face looking back at him would not smile.
Franklin was uglier than a week old apple core.
Poor Franklin, who was such a nice boy, had a head the size of a watermelon. His nose was as big as a banana, and his ears suck out like slices of grapefruit. His eyes looked like rotten olives and his skin was the color of cauliflower. Poor Franklin’s publicly smiling lips had the sickly tan color of thin slices of un-washed potato. He looked like the remains of a farmers market after a tornado passed through.
One day Franklin was walking through the foot ball stadium at school, politely looking for someone to help. As he crossed underneath the bleachers to see is anyone had gotten stuck, a yelp came from up above. Franklin looked up just in time to see a body falling towards him. He stuck his arms up just in time to catch the frail falling body of little Lucy Lain. Lucy was the star of the cheerleading squad and while first taken aback by Franklin’s smashed carrot face, she knew she must thank him. It took her a few moments to look into those little raisin eyes, but once she gathered her courage the ‘thank you’ came swiftly and sincerely.
After that day, Lucy became the first person to wave back at Franklin in the halls, she thanked him for picking up her pen during class, and even smiled at one of his quite polite jokes. Once other people saw that the coolest kid in school could be nice to this mess of a child, they started to try it.
No more were people whispering in the hallways about how ugly this child was. Instead they were commenting on his nice sweet nature. They could not help their thoughts of mud puddles when they looked at him, but they knew that behind that ugly face, was the nicest boy they have ever met.
Slowly things changed, and people knew now not to think about his looks, but to be happy by his nature. They knew they could be sad because roses have thorns, or rejoice because thorns have roses.