One afternoon, a frantic mother burst into the shop with her son, Leo. Leo was a brilliant boy who had built a working model of a steam engine—but he was frozen, terrified of breaking it. “He won’t touch it anymore,” she whispered. “He sees only flaws.”
Encouraged, he adjusted a loose valve. Then he tightened a screw. Within an hour, the engine hissed to life, puffing perfect smoke rings. istool
The other tools fell silent. They realized Istool hadn’t fixed the engine—it had fixed the way Leo saw his own ability. One afternoon, a frantic mother burst into the
From that day on, the dial on Istool read a new setting: Kindness . the engine hissed to life