A guardian once asked his four young charges what they wanted to be when they grew up.
The first boy, with his sleek, black hair, said he wanted to be a firefighter.
The second boy, whose hair was a cool gray, answered, "...a builder."
The third boy happily exclaimed that he wanted to be a superhero, so he could fight bad guys.
The last boy, who had been sitting quietly alone playing with his toys, just said, "I don't know."
Years went by, and the boys grew into teenagers. The guardian, watching their growth, asked them again what they wanted to be.
The first told the guardian he wanted to sing in a band.
The second said, "I want to create art."
The third proudly proclaimed he was going to join the military, so he could become a hero.
The last simply stated, "I want to fit in." The guardian frowned at the last boys statement, saddened in knowing he couldn't help the child.
More time passed, and the last