As they walking holding hands a falling deeper and deeper in love. The boy stopped and looked down, not even noticing but he picked up a folded up dollar. Thinking it was only a dollar as he opened it he slightly turned around to not show the girl. It was a 100 dollars, everything started going through his mind. All the things he could buy. New shoes, New hats, New pants then he thought I want to spend it on this girl.
“Whats your favorite kind of flowers?” He asked her in a slightly soft tone.
“Red roses, Why?”
“Oh, just wondering.”They kept walking and he seen these beautiful red roses. They were bright, and so alive they remind him of her. As he was walking with her. Holding her hand and looking into her beautiful eyes. They were blue bright blue.
He stopped walking and turned in front of her to face her eyes.
“I’m in love with you.” He said softly. She looked her eyes got wide, and a bright smile came upon her face. Her month opened
“I’m in love with you to and you know that.” As she planned on walking farther and farther he stopped her again.
He looked at her and smiled picked her up and swung her around. Just slightly he kissed her lips, pressing against them but not pressing to hard to hurt them. She pulled away and smiled and grabbed his hand. Her phone vibrated it read
“We need you home, right now sweetie.” She looked at the message and her face dropped.
“I need to go home, will you walk me to my car?”
After he kissed her and watched her leave, he walked into this old pawn shop. He knew what he was going to get, He was going to spend that 100 dollars that he found on a promise ring for her. He wanted the ring to promise that he didn’t want to be with anyone else but her. That is what happened, he found this beautiful pink stoned diamond ring. It had so much detail, but when he brought it up to the corner the man said “100 dollars please.” as he reached in his pocket and nothing was there.
He kept searching every were, but soon enough he did not find it. He looked at the man and said
“ I am sorry sir. I must have lost my money, never mind about this ring.”
“keep it. My treat.”
The boys eyes got so big and he smiled
“Thank you sir. Thank you very much. My girlfriend will love this.”
He starts running, he runs to were he seen those beautiful roses. And picks them up, and soon enough he walks to her grave. He says to it
“It felt like you were here with me today, Like it was just me and you walking. It felt like the time right before you died. I am so sorry I let your parents hurt you like that. I wish I would have not let you go home. I wish I would have kept you with me. But I have something for you. I got you this ring, its a promise ring that someday we will be together. It might not be soon or on earth but I promise it will happen. These roses there red your favorite like you told me that day before you left. I want you to know you smell just like a rose. You are as beautiful as a rose, and I wouldn’t want to spend or wait for anyone else for the rest of my life.. I do love you, and soon enough I will be with you.”
I walked down the busy Chicago street, my feet making minimal noise, the heavy traffic drowning out every noise. I hummed to myself as I passed by the many storefronts, strange faces that I would never see again in my life whizzed past. Today was just a normal day, walking to work at the Corner Roast coffee shop. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out, my eyes focusing down. I unlocked it and went to open the new message but something on the ground made me stop. I looked down at the dirty sidewalk, my eyes popping out of my head. There on the ground laid a $100 bill. I looked around and bent down, taking the treasured green paper in my hand. I quickly stood and shoved it in my pocket. For a moment I felt like in the movies when the little angel and devil sit on your shoulders and argue.
“Should I take it?” I asked myself.
“Take it! Take it!” the devil chanted.
“No, someone could be missing it!” the angel stated.
“Don't be stupid, think of what you could do with that $100!” the devil shot back. Maybe he had a point, I mean I could buy that dress that I wanted and finally be able to go on that date with Brett.
“Think of the person that lost that! If you were the one that lost that you would be so upset! Just imagine how they feel right down,” the angel tapped my shoulder. I let out a sigh. The angel was right, I couldn't imagine owning this $100 and then losing it..
“Stop stop!” I yelled at them, shooing them away. I left the bill in my pocket and continued my pursuit to work.
I opened the little door to the shop, the bell ringing above me. My shoes tapped on the wooden floor as I walked in.
“Good morning Margaret!” I called to my boss as I set down my bag in the back and put on my apron.
“Morning Lindsey, just the person I wanted to see,” Margaret said as she walked out. I braced myself as I got things in the cafe ready for the day. This could either be a good thing or a bad thing.
“Yes?” I had to control my voice from stuttering.
“Looking at all my reports and since you've been here longer than anyone else I have decided that I'm going to give you a raise.”
“Really? Wow! Thank you!”
“$10 more every hour,” she smiled. That meant I would be making $20 an hour. This was huge! Considering I worked 5 hours here after my college classes that would mean I would be making $100 a day. This was unreal, “Oh and the new trainee needs some time behind the counter, so I'm giving you the day off.” I almost pinched myself, I thought I was dreaming.
“Thank you Margaret,” I smiled. I replaced my apron back on the hook and grabbed my bag, heading back out into the crazy Chicago traffic. The bill was burning a hole in my pocket, so I looked both ways and ran across the road to the clothing shop across the street. I opened the door and walked in, already knowing where my area of target was. I trailed my way through the maze of racks and found the little pink dress on the end of one. I took it and walked to the fitting rooms, pulling a curtain closed behind me. I stripped of my work clothes and slipped on the dress, the material fitting perfectly to my body. I gave myself a nod in the mirror, it didn't look too bad. I wanted someone's opinion. I stuck my head out, my eyes falling on a lady who was sorting through clothes on a rack.
“Excuse me?” I called. She looked over at me, “Can you give me your opinion on this?”
“Sure,” she smiled, making her way over to me. I stepped out, giving her a full view, “Wow, that looks amazing on you! Definite yes from me.”
“Thank you,” I smiled as she gave me a nod and went back to her sorting. I pulled the curtain closed again and put my normal clothes back on. I walked back out to the register where the same girl stood.
“All set?” she smiled. I nodded as I put the dress up on the counter. She rang it up and put it in a bag, “Considering you are our 50th customer today you get a 50% discount.”
“Oh seriously?” I said as I dug around in my pocket for the bill.
“Well...actually...since that dress looked so good on you I'll give it to you for free.”
“Oh wow, thank you so much,” I smiled as I took the bag from her. The bell to the shop dinged behind me.
“Have a nice day!” she called.
“Yeah, you too, thanks again!” I turned my head to give her one last wave, running into the person who just came in, “Oh I'm sorry!”
“It's oka...oh hey Lindsey,” I looked up to see Brett smiling down at me.
“Oh hey Brett, what are you doing here?”
“I saw you in here so I thought I would come in.”
“Oh yeah, just buying a dress that I saw in here a few nights ago,” I motioned to the bag.
“Ahhh, a dress. Hmm...I
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“Ahhh, a dress. Hmm...I think this calls for that date we've been talking about,” he grinned.
“Yeah, that would be great!” I smiled as he took my hand and we turned to leave the store.
“I'll just give you a ride home so you can get ready,” we walked down the sidewalk together. I nodded in approval as he led me to his car that was parked next to the music store he worked in. He held open the door for me as I hopped in. I shook my head as I sat alone in the car. Today was turning out to be my lucky day! Getting a raise at work, the day off, the free dress, a date with Brett and it all started when I found that $100 bill.
I look down at the ground and find a $100 bill just laying there. I look around, no one's around. I quickly pick the $100 bill up and turn around. I was so excited to find that money. I was already headed to the mall but that gave me an extra $100! I didn't even think anything about it; it was pure luck that I found it. I didn't think that it could have been someone's money for the bills, someone's birthday money, or someone had done it on purpose.
I get to the mall and had the best time trying on clothes and figuring out what I wanted; there was so many possibilities. I wanted to savor the money and try and make it last, but I knew that that wouldn't happen. I knew I would spend it all at once. I decide to buy a sweater, two pairs of jeans, and a shirt from Charlotte Russe. The total came to be $98.39. I didn't even have to use any of my own money for once; my parents never gave me money for extra stuff like this. I had my own job during the school year and summer. I was a good kid, if I got into trouble then I would lose my job. I had to have money for lunch, clothes, and random things that my friends and I spent money on. We would go out to eat occasionally or go to a place to hang out.
I hand over my crisp $100 bill, it seemed new compared to all of my paper bills. I didn't care. The lady looks at the bill and gets the phone out. She called someone and asked them to come there for help. All of a sudden a guy in a security outfit comes. The cashier goes, “Will you take a look at the bill for me?” The security guy took a look at the bill and says, “We got us here a fake bill. What's your name?”
I stutter, “A-a-ashley.” He gesters me to come with him so I follow. He takes me to this small backroom at the mall. “Did you know that you have a fake $100 bill?” he asks me. I had no idea that it was fake, I was about to cry. I just found it and assumed that it was real. I don't do stuff like that.
“I- I- I didn't know it was fake, I swear! I found it on the ground!” I manage to say while crying. I didn't know what to do. The security guy didn't seem to believe me. I didn't want to get in trouble, I couldn't. My parents couldn't even know that I was here. Even if I told them that I didn't know that it was fake they wouldn't believe me. Then the fact that I took the money and didn't turn it in would have me grounded for life. I was supposed to be this good Christian girl who went to church, had a job, and excelled in school. Not turning in the money would make me a bad Christian going to Hell according to my parents. Great. I could already hear them saying that. I was scared. I didn't want them to know.
The security guy was still sitting there in his chair just staring at me while I was crying. He didn't know what to do you could tell, but if he let me go you know he would be fired. The security guy finally sighs and says, “I'm really sorry. I really am, but I have to take you to the police department where you will be questioned and be seen as a victim until you can prove you're not guilty.” He gets up and opens the door, only for two police officers to walk in. They handcuffed me and I rode in the back of the police car praying that they would realize that I was innocent. When we got to the police station they took off my handcuffs and led me into a small room. It had a desk with a chair on each side and a lamp. It was so cliché, but it was exactly how you would picture it based off of the movies.
A detective walks in with a notebook, paper filled with questions to question me, and a huge folder file filled to where he almost needed a second folder. The file had “Operation: Sandusky” scribbled on it in black sharpie. As I tried to peek inside the file a million questions are going through my head, “Am I going to be seen as innocent?” “Are they going to believe me?” “Whose Sandusky?” “Was this a case that they think I'm involved with?” “Will they make me help them figure out this 'operation'?” I wanted to ask all of these questions and get the answers right away, but I knew that wouldn't happen. The detective opened the file and started to read it all, not allowing me to have a look of anything. He says to me, “We have to wait a minute until one more detective can come in here, then we can start.”
oops, my paragraph spacing didn't transfer to here from open office..sorry!
Just leaving the sushi bar with Julia after a nice lunch to begin a hectic day. My son, Avin has been telling me how much he wants fish. I thought that gold fish would be a nice starter fish. Then I remembered back to my childhood and thought of how my mom never let me get goldfish because they would die two days after you have them. I was thinking of my old fishtank, and all the joy I had as a child, watching them for hours after I got home from school. I remember that I would change their names everyday because I couldn't remember it. I had four fishes as a kid, they lived from fourth grade to tenth grade. I had a ten gallon tank, they were the best pet of all time. All they needed was some food and a friend and they were good. I would come home everyday after school and watch them swimming through my decorations I had burrowed in the colorful rocks on the bottom of the tank. I had a log in the bottom of the tank so they could have some darkness when they wanted sleep. I had a mask too, the eye holes in the mask were big enough so the fish had things to swim through, and weren't ever bored. I had a clownfish decoration also, it looked like nemo from 'finding nemo' the movie, and so that is what his name was.
After thinking back to my childhood, I thought of how much fun I had and how much fun Avin would have if he had a couple fishes. I wish I had the money though. Starting a fish tank is expensive, I remember that I had to save up more than a six months of allowance to be able to get fish. My mom wouldn't let me get one goldfish and a vase, because he would die. So I am not letting Avin do that. I will get a twenty gallon tank so he can pick out all of the different fish that he wanted. If I had the money, I would let him pick out six fish at first, and if they lasted for two weeks, and Avin took care of them, then I would let him go back every week after that and get one more until he had ten. I wanted to go through all this hectic stuff so my son could have fish, whew!
As I was leaving the sushi bar with Julia for lunch, I realized that I left my car keys in the sushi place where we ate. So, after running into the restaurant and finding them, my stomach got a little queezy. After the intense feeling of having to throw up, I finally did. This brought back some of the food that I just ate. I should feel bad about throwing up infront of my co-worker, but I wasn't because I had just found a one hundred dollar bill laying on the ground. The bill was stuck in the crack of the gutter on the corner of the sidewalk. I am surprised I saw it. I can't believe that I did. I knelt down as if I was in much pain, and I slowly grabbed the underneath of the sidewalk, and grabbed that one hundred dollars. Julia had no idea that I did that. She still doesn't, and it's been a year. I told Julia that instead of going to work early to work on my presentation, I would be going to my sons' school to pick him up and so he could go pick out a fish. She was as surprised as Avin was, he couldn't believe I was letting him do it.
I dropped off Julia at our work so she could work on her presentation, and I picked up Avin from school. I buckled him into the seat behind mine, and drove our old crappy car to the pet store. We finally arrived, after a half hour of traffic. He was wondering what we were doing, so I told him “You're getting a fish today, bud!” he was so excited, that he unbuckled himself from the car, grabbed my hand and drug me into the store. Being a kid, he couldn't see all of the fish in their aquariums. One of the store employees say that I was having a difficult time holding my sixty pound son on my hips, she told me to put him down on the ground because she has something for him. She grabbed a hand full of stickers and asked him to pick out as many as he would like. He picked out a spider-man sticker, a super-man sticker, and a fish sticker. He immediately took the sticker of the fish and stuck it to his shirt, right were his heart is. Next, Amy, the employee who gave him the three stickers got a ladder that they use to get the fish from the top rack aquariums and let him stand on that. I let him pick out the fish that he wanted, and so he did. He picked out two big orange ones because he wanted them to be the king and prince of the tank. He then picked out a black and a white fish so they could be the princess and queen of the tank. I told him he could only pick out two more, so he did. He picked out an algae eater so he could take care of the tank like a 'gardener'. He told me he didn't want another one because that one would feel left out because there wouldn't be another one like him. I understood and let him just have the five. When Amy was getting the fish bagged for Avin, I had asked him to go pick out the tank that he wanted for them. I gave him a choice of one that glowed in the dark with special lighting or one with regular lighting. Avin picked out the one that glowed i
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Avin picked out the one that glowed in the dark because he said “ mommy, if I can't have the special lighting in my room, I want my fish too!” So, after he picked out his special lighted glow in the dark fish aquarium, he had to pick out rocks and accessories for his fish to swim around in. He picked out black and red rocks for the bottom, a castle for the princess and queen. He picked out sponge-bob square-pants accessories for the aquarium because that is his favorite cartoon. We got fish food, and everything that was needed to start the aquarium off right.
We got home, and we set everything up. I couldn't believe how big of a smile my son had on his face. He couldn't stop smiling and telling me “thank you mommy, you're the best!” I can't believe how lucky I am to have such a good son. It's hard to provide when you are a single parent, and I can't believe how much god has helped me. God left that one hundred dollar bill in the corner where I puked, so I would see it and so I would get Avin those fish that are now his top priority. I don't know what I would have done without God doing that, because it broke my heart when Avin would ask for fish, and I couldn't because of money being that tight. Know-one truly understands how hard life is, until you almost loose it. Avin set up his fish tank with the castle in the right side of the tank and the sponge-bob square-pants accessories on the left side of the tank. Everyday after I pick Avin up from school, he asks if all of his fish are alive, and how they are. He runs in the door of the apartment, and runs into the living room where the fish tank is set up, turns the light on that makes the tank glow in the dark, and watches the fish swim through different obstacles. He is so in love with those fish. I am so thankful for that one hundred dollar bill that was blowing in the wind. If I didn't go out with Julia for lunch, he wouldn't be so happy everyday after school. He wouldn't want to leave the playground and his friends. His fish are his new friends. He talks to them everyday like they actually understand what he is saying, and his imagination talks back to him. I love it! Thank the lord.
Hundred Dollar Bills and Charity:
I grew up in a poor family. We never had a lot.... but my parents always made sure we never went hungry, and always had a roof over our head. My mother was beautiful, and sweet, and I can remember everything about her down to the exact perfume she wore. My father was a strong and loving man, who was always looking for the next best job, which meant we moved around a lot. I was born in Virginia, but over my life I have lived in 16 different states. I was not, in any way, considered the perfect daughter, but I respected my parents and was always grateful for what I had.
Of course it was hard to grow up with so little, and during my teenage years I secretly wished we had more. My friends always had more than me, they had the better clothes, the expensive shoes as well as perfect make up, and hair. However, I tried my hardest to remember that I had more than people who lived on the streets, and living where we had, we saw quite a few of them.
I guess that is why my conscious always gets to me when I see homeless on the streets. After I graduated from medical school, and started my job as a doctor at St. Marys in Grand Rapids, Michigan, my life took a complete 180 degree turn. I was finally the successful woman in the expensive clothes and designer shoes. I didn't find any joy in the hype of the rich world though. I thought I would enjoy the recognition that came with money, but it left me feeling empty, and unsatisfied.
For years my life went on like this. I went on the occasional date, and tried to keep up in my Christianity, but when I found that I was not finding any happiness, I decided to quit. Then, one day, I decided to take a different route from work, because traffic had been especially bad that day and I had extra time. On my way, I passed a line of people who were waiting to get into Mel Trotter ministries and my conscious began to pick at me. I ignored it and went on my way, trying not to stare as I passed the line of unfortunate people.
A few days later I passed it again, and saw that the spaces had been filled for the night, but there was still a young man with his wife shivering against the cold, and leaning against each other in an attempt to protect each other from the wind. Something about the look of this poor, young couple, who were so concerned about protecting each other rather than themselves, pulled at my heart strings, so, in a fit of emotions, I pulled away and drove straight to the closest Meijers. Once there, I quickly bought a few bags of food, a blanket large enough for two, as well as two pillows. I checked out, and drove myself back to where I remembered seeing the couple, and parked my car across from them. I then stepped out of my car, threw open the trunk, and silently gave them all the goods I had bought, and left without a word. That night, as I sat on the couch in my apartment, I found myself silently content, and happy.
So I decided to do it again, and again, and again, until it became a habit. I had plenty of money for myself, and I didn't need to worry about supporting a family just yet, so I got into the habit of either buying food and blankets, or, if I was in a hurry, leaving hundred dollar bills on the pavement in front of homeless people, sometimes giving sometimes more for families; from that moment, I finally felt comfortable and content in my life.
It was just laying there. It seemed that it had no purpose, like it was tainted and no one wanted it.
“A life without greed,” said one woman, passing by.
A life in which you didn't need it to buy material things. I sat, cross legged on the ground, right in front of it. I didn't want it, but I was positive that someone would stop for just a moment to pick it up, and be on their marry way.
I spotted a man wearing a black suit with a red tie. Surely he wants it, I thought. He stopped just to the left of me.
“Young lady, it seems that you've lost your money,” he said, pointing at it.
I looked down at the folded up bill and then back at him, meeting his eyes.
“Sir, that's not mine, but surely you'd like it, right?”
He shook his head. “I have no time for such things.”
He walked away with the turn of his heel. Why didn't anyone want it? I didn't need it, I was only 16. I had everything I wanted, and more, in fact.
I stood up, and took one last glance at the money. Maybe I could just put it in my pocket for good keeping. I bent down to pick it up and I heard a voice come from behind me.
“Oh, thank goodness, you found my money. I thought I had lost it.”
I turned around to face an attractive young man about my age. I stuttered with my words until I found the right ones to say.
“Uhmmm.. well.. I uh.. Yeah, I did. Here you go,” I said while I pushed it into his chest.
I pulled my hand away quickly and turned to walk away. He grabbed my hand and turned me around, pulling me closer.
“Come with me, and get coffee,” his breath was on my neck.
I shivered and stepped back. “Uhmmm.. uh.. sure.”
I walked, stride by stride with him down the sidewalk. The fall leaves were all around, some getting caught in the passing wind and swirling in the air. The day was beautiful, just like him. I looked over at him, and pulled my sweater tighter. He turned to me and smiled. Oh, his smile, it was so white and perfect. His eyes were a fresh Amber color that matched the leaves around him.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me alittle closer. His hand was warm against mine; palm in palm.
“Are you cold?” he asked, in the most sincere way.
I shook my head and looked at the ground. He stopped me in front of a ruby red Mustang. He proceeded to open the door and help me in. He walked around the car and got in, starting the car. The radio was quiet but I could make out classical music. He had class.
He pulled out into the road and started down the street. I grabbed his hand and held it. I felt distant when he wasn't grasping my hand. He looked over at me and pushed on the accelerator. I looked at the speedometer as the dial climbed up and up. We were at 110 when I finally looked back at the windshield. The world was gong by so fast, and for the first time, in my entire life, I wasn't scared.
“I love you,” he whispered, still looking at me.
The red brick wall came closer and closer at an alarming rate, as I turned to him.
“I love you too,” the words just slipped past my lips.
I meant it, I did love him. And I didn't even know his name.
And it was in that very moment that the wall connected with the car and my knees came up to my chest, I knew I was happy. I was happy to die with a random stranger.
One cold winter day I was walking down the street. Snow was covering every part of this small town, the trees, benches, roads, and even the people walking. I was just minding my own business walking down the street, when I saw a green paper resting in the snow a few feet ahead. So as curiosity struck me I walked up to the piece of paper and brushed the snow off of it.
I blinked a couple of times to make sure I was seeing clearly. I looked around to see if anyone had seen my unshaven face, that was full of excitement. It was a hundred dollar bill! I haven't seen one of these scene before the bank took my house from me. I shoved the bill in my pocket and walked swiftly to the bridge, were I made my home. Started the fire and plopped down on the cold hard ground, to inspect the bill closer.
When I put my hand in my coat pocket, I was relieved at finding that the money was still safely in place. Once inspecting it closer I came to the conclusion that it wasn't fake, and I surly and truthfully had a hundred dollar bill.
The next thought that came to my mind was, what to do with this money? Should I turn it in, keep it for my own use or give it to someone that truly needs it? The sad truth was that I needed it, really bad. I had no home, my shoes and the rest of my clothing were ripped, I hadn't shaved or showered in at least three weeks. So I did what any person would do if they really need the money, I would keep it.
So I placed the money safely back in my coat pocket and lied my head down on one of the bridge pillars, just like they were pillows. I placed my hand over my chest to protect the money from anyone else who seemed to wander by my fire and I went to sleep. Dreaming of great ideas, that the money should go towards.
I woke to the sounds of the small town, that finally arose. The small town was like my alarm clock, but it didn't ding annoyingly. Instead it slowly hummed to life. Remembering the day before, I quickly shoved my hand inside my coat. To my surprise it still wasn't gone!
My mind instantly raced with what that days events were going to consist of. First I would get my head and bread cut, then buy a new coat and gloves, next would be shoes and pants. Something surprising happened, right after I got all of those new things. People started to talk to me again!
Everyone looked at me like I was actually human again, not some piece of trash that was left to fend for themselves on the side of the road. It felt so nice for people to talk to me, and want me to talk to them. But it ended shortly with the day ending, I spent it all, every cent. On making me look normal again. I didn't want it to end, I needed more money to make myself be normal. So I concocted a plan to get more money. I would make it take place the next day. After I woke up.
That's how I ended up here, wearing all orange with numbers on my chest. I didn't mean to hurt the bank teller, but I did. Now I am sitting inside this prison, with hundreds of other men that have made mistakes in their lives. I will be in here for life, because I took the life of someone.
I just think about it this way. I have a better life in here then I did on the streets of the small town. Showers every Monday and Thursday, people to talk to, games, three meals a day, clothes, and a warm place to sleep.
I can't help but think sometimes, what would have happened if I never found that hundred dollar bill. On that cold winter day.
As the clear glass doors slid apart to make way for her she felt her heart drop. She had spent the last fifteen minutes mentally preparing herself for this moment, but she wasn't prepared for the large brown eyes staring expectantly at the door she had just come through, and the small hand clutching her father's larger one next to her.
“Well...” she found herself speechless for the first time while working as a doctor.
“Ma'am, please. Please tell me you have good news.” the man said, his voice low, and his eyes pleading.
“Daddy, why's the nice lady back alone? You said she was bringing Mommy back.” The large brown orbs went back and forth between the two adults, trying to find someone who would explain to her why her mom had been taken away, and wasn't back yet.
“Maria did you see that they have books in the corner? Maybe you could pick one out to read to Mommy later.” he crouched down to the height of the girl and pointed to the small shelf of books, “You know which ones Mommy likes best right?” he whispered.
“Oh yes! Mommy loves books!” she smiled as she ran as fast as her short legs could carry her.
The doctor smiled as she watched the girl picking out more books than her small arms could hold. She found herself jealous of Maria's innocence. But then she remembered that she was the one who would have to deliver the news that would, perhaps, shatter that innocence forever.
“Tell me.” Maria's father's voice shook, bringing the doctor back from her thoughts.
“She has a large fight ahead of her, she might make it, few have, but she seems like a fighter” she said.
“Can we see her?” he smiled sadly at the familiar description of his wife, but his eyes remained said, a tear escaping from the corner.
“Daddy!” Maria said, her voice shrill with excitement, “Daddy, they have her favorite book!” his hand wiped the tear from his face as quick as a wink.
“Really?” he smiled, trying to stay strong for the little girl.
“Can I read it to her now?” she looked up expectantly.
“Yes,” the doctor answered before the father could, “Right this way. She's sleeping, but you can still read it to her.” she said as she started to walk towards the doors, the small patter of feet behind her.
“Can I talk to you for a second?” the doctor said as she pulled the father from the room. Maria's voice could be heard from inside, changing in tones as she read for the different characters.
“I know you don't have a lot of money,” the doctor started to say.
“Don't,” he stopped her, “We'll find a way on our own. Maria starts school soon, so I'll be able to pick up extra hours.” he said, his voice strong.
“I know but, Chemo's expensive,” she tried again.
“I realize this, and we will find a way on our own, without charity.” he turned away and walked swiftly back into the hospital room.
Later that night, she slowly opened the door to check on how Maria's mother was doing, only to find Maria still awake, reading to her sleeping parents.
“Maria,” she whispered, “You should be sleeping.”
“I was waiting for you.” she said with a shy smile, “I heard you and Daddy talking about money, and I want to help.” as she said this she pulled out a a couple of dimes from her pocket and put it in the doctor's hand.
“I can't take this.” she pushed her hand back towards Maria, urging her to take the dollar bill back.
“No,” Maria enclosed the doctors large hands in hers, closing the woman's fingers around the money, “I want to help Mama as well.” She smiled and patted the older woman's hands.
The doctor felt a tear run down her cheek and she pulled out her wallet from her pocket.
“Will you do me a favor?” she asked quietly.
“Of course!” Maria said, lowering her voice as well.
“I want you to give this to your Daddy when he wakes up. Alright?” she put something in the girl's hand and closed her fingers around it. “Don't tell him who it's from.” She smiled and stood up, patting the girl on the head.
“Thank You.” Maria held her hands close to her chest.
“Don't mention it.” the doctor winked, and was out the door.
“What a nice lady,” Maria whispered to herself as she crawled into bed next to her mom with her hand still shut. She took a quick peek at her hand, and smiled, laying her head down next to her mom, clutching a hundred dollar bill in her hand.
The storm clouds that covered the sky in a thick dark blanket made me wish I had stayed inside today. It was gonna rain, that I was for sure of. I had no car to get me back to my apartment, and I had already walked a mile. My little girl trotted along my side trying not to step on the cracks as she sang in a low tone “step on a crack and break your mother's back.” I was taking her to the park. I felt bad because she has been stuck inside our apartment all day with nothing to play with. I didn't have much which made me feel like a horrible mother.
We reached the park after a mile and a half walk. As soon as she saw the rusty old jungle gym she let go of my hand and ran for it. I felt happiness knowing that she was having fun. I sat down on the cold, lonely bench and pulled out my book. I really don't want to be reading, but it's for my classes at the community college. I have mid-terms coming up, and I need to pass them. After getting a couple pages into my studying, my phone rings loudly, making me jump. It was my alarm ringing, and I just stare at my purse wondering why. And then it hits me. Without looking at my phone, I realize what today is. I suddenly become afraid of my phone, hoping that it's not what I think it is. I just check anyways, even though I'm for sure. I reach into my bag and pull out my phone that still playing the alarm sound. Today was March 1st. Which means my rent for the apartment is due. I drop my phone with a sinking feeling in my stomach.
I look over at my beautiful little girl happily swinging higher and higher on the swings. Tears start streaming down my face knowing that all of this is going to be gone. The manager of the apartments had already let me skip last month for rent because I had to pay daycare and buy my books for my classes. I knew she wouldn't let me miss this month, and I knew I was getting evicted. I searched my purse for my wallet and pulled it out in a hurry. I open it hoping I would magically have the money- but only to find $50. $100 short. Which is a lot in my case.
I stand up quickly and call for my daughter. “Jessica! Lets go, mommy has to go home and figure something out!.” She quickly jumps off the swing and runs over to me.
“Mommy, what do you have to do?” Hearing her innocent voice just breaks my heart. My daughter is the only reason I think I'm still alive. She keeps me going day by day. Tears start to stream down my face, but I look up and away from her so she doesn't see.
“Just back home. We'll come back a different day, okay?” But I don't think we will. If I get evicted I know she will be taken away from me.
As I was walking and thinking about what to do next a huge gust of wind blows and almost knocks me on my feet. I knew it was going to start raining any minute. I looked back down and saw what looked like a dollar right next to some grass. I bent down and picked up and realized it was a $100 bill. I was dumb founded. I sort of laughed at it, thinking about my situation.
My daughter looked at me with a confused expression probably because I was crying, and laughing. “What's wrong mommy? Are you okay?”
“I'm fine sweetie. Perfectly fine.”
I was walking down the street, I saw it lying there on the ground flapping in the wind like leaves on a crisp autumn day. As I bent over to pick it up, I heard someone yelling:
"HEY! that's mine!" Yelled a man.
"I....I didn't realize.....I...I'm sorry!" I said quietly.
"No that's alright, you didn't know," He replied.
"Well here you can take it," I said.
"Uhm thank you....uh what's your name?" He asked.
"My name is Tessa.....what's your name?" I replied.
"My name's Rider.....It's nice to meet you Tessa" He replied.
I couldn't help but stare at him, he had dark brown, almost black hair and eyes the colour of the ocean, the deepest blue I have ever seen. You could get lost in those eyes. As I was staring at him, I noticed he was staring at me too, and we stayed like that for what felt like an eternity. I broke the connection by saying:
"Well I should probably get going," I said regretfully.
"Okay, I guess I better get going too" He said, with a sad look in his eyes.
"Goodbye, Rider," I said.
And I turned and began walking away and then I heard a voice calling after me.
"Tessa! WAIT!!" He yelled after me.
I stopped and turned around and said:
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I know we just met and you don't know me, but would you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime? It's okay if you don't want to, I just figured I better ask because otherwise I probably won't see you again if I don't, and we can't have that" He said looking nervous,searching my face for some sort of inclination on what my answer may be.
"I would like that very much" I replied with a smile.
"That sounds great! Want to give me your number?" He asked.
"Of course" I replied.
"Great" he said, handing me his phone.I then began putting my number in his phone and I gave it back to him.
"Call me when you want to have that date" I said, with a wink.
"I will be sure to do that" He said with a smile.
"See you soon then?" I said with a flirty smile.
"Yes very soon!" He replied with a laugh. "See you soon,Tessa" he said.
"See you soon, Rider" I responded.
I then turned and began walking away, before I even made it 2 feet, my phone began ringing. I sifted through my purse until I found it. I answered it and said:
"So how about that date?" Said Rider.
"A date sounds perfect!" I responded.
"That sounds amazing!" Responded Rider.
All of the sudden, the call dropped and before I could redial Rider, I felt someone grab my hand and I whirled around to find Rider standing behind me.
"Hello, again," said Rider.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked him.
"Anywhere, I will follow you anywhere" He said.
"Perfect! I have somewhere I want to take you" I said. As I took his hand and we walked away into the Sunset.
It was one of those hot sticky summer days, where no matter what
you wear, it sticks to you. I was wearing black cargo shorts, a loose black T-shirt, black Vans, and a silver hat. Yeah I know I was
wearing all black basically, on a hot summer day. What was I thinking!? Well I couldn't even tell you what I was thinking. I was in downtown, and I had just left a skating store when I saw something that was a dark green. I walked over to it and stooping down I picked it up. When I saw that it was money I got kinda excited, but when I realized that it was a hundred dollar bill. I flipped out! Okay not outward but inside I was flipping out. You know that expression where something surprises you or shocks you, and your jaw hits the floor. Well my jaw made that saying true, like I am pretty sure the whole world heard the loud clunk my jaw made when it hit the pavement. I looked around to make sure no one was looking at me. I really did not want to have to turn it over to the owner of whoever lost it. I mean yeah it is the right thing to do, but who honestly would turn in a 100 dollar bill? Well I thought to myself now I can buy that skateboard I want that cost so much. I pocketed the money and turned around, heading back towards the store, when a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I spun around and was facing the most horrid face I have ever seen in my life. It was this old fat lady who’s lips were so far out and puckered. Her face was so full of wrinkles, eyes were blood shot, basically bald. I almost swore
but stopped myself. Screaming in my face she demanded for her money, and I literally just stared at her. So I asked her what money like an idiot. The old witch had the nerve to slap me as hard as she
could in the face. It stung really bad and the sound was so loud. I moved my hand as fast as I could to my pocket and took the money out. The old lady snatched it out of my hand and walked off without a word. I stood there for a good five minutes. What brought me out of my state was the word 100, I looked around and saw a younger looking girl who was asking people if anyone had seen her 100 dollar bill. I couldn't believe that money had never even belonged to the old lady. She must have seen me pick
it up and knowing it wasn't mine she saw a chance to take it. Next time I won't be picking money up, I'm walking.
Good old Ben Franklin is staring up at me from the sidewalk, and I stare right back. I'd watched as the man had hurriedly shuffled out of the bank, trying to stuff as much of his money into his wallet in as little time as possible. Of course one of the bills had dropped from his wallet, and of course I had been standing there to see it all happen. Now I'm stuck in that classic dilemma of whether or not to pick up a fair sum of money that didn't rightfully belong to me. Great.
I run over what all I could do in my head. That was easy, there were all of two things that could happen. I could either take the money or leave it on the ground. I figure if I just pick one of them, I have a fifty-fifty chance of making the right choice, right? Then again, I've never really been good at letting things go and winging it, hoping for the best. So I was stuck, there.
What's the worst that could happen, I think? Oh, crap. That's not something I should ever ask myself, because I will think of the absolute worst thing that could possibly happen. Like suppose the guy is in deep with the mob and this money is his only hope of paying back his debt so he doesn't get his kneecaps broken. If I pick up this money, some other poor guy could be walking funny for the rest of his life.
Or suppose that the guy's some sort of hitman and this is his money for some kind of high level assassination. When he realizes a hundred bucks is missing from his payment, he could go back, look at the video footage from the ATM across the street with some help from his hacker buddy. He'll see that I picked up the money, then he'll find me and shoot me to teach me a lesson. I could be walking funny for the rest of my life.
Anyways, see what I mean? When I think of the worst thing that could happen, I think of the worst freaking thing. I'm starting to freak out a little, so I'm starting to look like some guy hyperventilating outside a bank. I'm getting some looks. I try to think of the good that could happen should I pick up the money. Hopefully that'll calm me down. Please God let it calm me down.
Say I pick up the money and invest it in the stock market. I do it smart; I don't get greedy, and I get rich. My life take a dramatic turn for the better as I have money to buy anything and everything I have ever or will ever want. Power. Cars. Penthouse. Jets. Respect. Money. Money. Money. Money. Money...
If I was a cartoon, I'm gonna guess my eyes are turning into cash symbols as I think of how my life could turn out if I take this money. I'm gonna do it. Screw the hitman; I'm taking my money. I take a few steps towards the money.
A woman walking down the sidewalk bends down and, without losing any speed, and picks up the hundred dollar bill before continuing on her way, leaving me standing there with my arm outstretched looking like an idiot. That vulture.
I was walking down the street one rainy spring day, when all sudden I stepped my foot down on the ground and heard a loud “CRUNCH.” I look all around to see if there was somebody following me, but nobody was there. I looked down and what I saw was something I’ve never seen before. One hundred dollars was staring at me. I looked around again to see if maybe someone had dropped it but no one was there.
I picked the $100 up of the ground. I thought to myself “What on earth am I supposed to do with this?” I have often heard of people keeping the money on the ground, but to me that felt so wrong. What if that was all the money someone had? Or what if someone else needed it more than me? As I child I was always taught that some people may not be very fortunate, or that some people may not have as much as some of the others, and that if you had the chance, that more often then not it was so much better to give then to receive, I never exactly got the experience of giving to someone else until today.
I picked up the $100 and I continued on my way, I looked up to the sky and prayed to God, hoping he would lead me in the right direction.
I haven't made a set decision on what I am going to do with the money just yet but I do know I want to give to someone else. It's only fair. After all these years people have given to me, and I want to feel what it feels to give to someone else. As I continued to walk, I walked past the local food pantry. I have never been in there before but this time was different, I felt as though I was led into there. When I entered the building there was young couple standing at counter in the back of the room.
"Can we help you?" They asked politely.
"Uhm, yes." As my body began shaking with nerves.
"You see I found this 100 dollars and there is nothing more that I want to do with it then give to someone else, and today I was led to you." I responded.
The couple looked at each other with a confused look on their face. Almost like they have never had someone else offer to help.
"You do?" They asked. "Why do you want to do that?"
"As a person who has never really taken the time to give to others, but only to receive by others, I feel as though I have been led to you, and led to help someone else out." I answered.
They looked at me with their big bright blue eyes, and before I knew it their arms were wrapped around me hugging me tighter then anyone has ever hugged me before.
"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!" They repeated contiously. You have no idea how much you have just done for us. We have been struggling with getting enough supplies to keep this going and every little bit helps." They stated.
I couldn't help but smile, one of the biggests smiles I have ever smiled. I walked out of there feeling better then ever. I have never felt this great before. After this day, donating and helping others became a huge part of my every day life and made me into a much better person. That was the best thing I could ever done with $100.
Homeless to Happy
I was only 23, and years of addiction and mistakes put me there. Unfortunately, I threw all of my money away on something that ruined me. Long years of drugs and alcohol are over now though. I don’t want the fact I used to be a so called “druggie” define me. I am an ordinary man with some issues just like everyone else, except I was homeless.
I needed help, but everyone disowned me. At the point in time it was my dream to change my life around, go to college, meet a beautiful girl, and start a family. Life is a long journey, and problems will come your way. But its your choice to take those problems and face them with an iron fist. Here is my own life journey and the problems I overcame.
As I said earlier, I was only 23. My past is a dark one, I was abused by my father, and my mother was my protector from him. She would almost always take the brutal beatings from my drunken father for me. She would see my father abusing me, and she would step in and take it all for me. I really miss her. When I was 16, she killed herself. In that moment I was so empty inside. I became severely depressed and turned to cutting, drugs, and booze. My father was poor, and my needs were never met. By the time I turned 17 I was a consistent abuser of cocain. I was addicted to the drug, and spent all the money I had on it. When my father died, he had absolutely nothing, and left nothing behind for me. I was forced out of the small, outdated house I grew up in. I hit the streets, and became homeless. I had no money for food, shelter, or the thing my body was craving the most, the cocain. I was forced off of it with the death of my father, but now I consider that a blessing.
For a year I lived on the streets. I was cold every night, and I'd go days without food. The nearby Grand River provided me fresh water, but yet I was skin and bones from lack of food. All day I was lonely with nothing to do. I’d often daydream about what I wish my life was like. I dreamed of a big yellow house overlooking a lake, a beautiful wife to grow old, and a few kids keeping me occupied. I always wanted to be a husband my father never was to my mother, and a father to my kids that I never had.
The day was August 8th, and I actually remember it quite vividly. I was heading for the corner of Wealthy Street with my sign that read “Homeless and Hungry”. I almost reached the corner when something caught my eye. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned my head towards the object. I ran over to it, and there sat two 100 dollar bills wedged in the concrete. The way it sat, it looked like someone planted it there on purpose. I looked around to see if someone was chasing after the money, but everyone seemed oblivious as to what I was doing. I was tempted to leave it be, but 200 dollars to me was like 10,000 dollars to an average person. I quickly pocketed the 200 dollars and found myself sitting down overwhelmed. I had a decision in that moment. I could use the 200 dollars to by the substance my body was craving so bad, or I could use a little to get some food and save the rest.
It was a decision that changed my life. I decided my body could no longer handle the cocain, and that I needed to change my life around. I went to a local convenience store down the street and bought some food. Then I walked to a local second hand store and bought a cheap warm shirt and pants. As I walked up to the cashier I noticed a help wanted sign. I smirked a little and asked the cashier for a application. She rolled her eyes a little; it was probably because she could smell my unwashed body.
After finding a pen on the side of the road, I filled out my application. I avoided the fact I was a homeless person, but I felt as if I was on a role today. Not even 3 hours later I got weird glares from the cashier as I handed the application to her. Everyday, I went to the store to see if they had looked over my application. Finally, they said yes. My eyes got wide, and I waited. Fallowing a moment pure silence he told me he was the manager. Politely, I put out my hand and said nice to meet you. His hand grabbed mine and we shook.
“I reviewed your application, and I want to give you a chance. I saw you on the corner of Wealthy Street...are you really homeless?” I looked down ashamed and I felt my face turn red.
“Yeah, I am. I want to turn my life around and in order to do that, I need this job. I am ashamed of my past, and if I get this job, its my only hope.”
“If I give you this job, can I rely on you to get here on time?” He asked out of curiosity.
“Oh yes sir! I promise, I will even get here extra early! Thank you, thank you!” I practically screamed while running out of the store.
Weeks into the job we became good friends. Soon after, he asked me something that was the start to my new, clean life. He asked if I wanted to live in his guest bedroom in his small house down
Ferdinand walked on the busy sidewalk of New York City, whistling in a carefree manner. Some people he passed glanced at him, giving him irritated and annoyed looks. Every time he made eye contact with one of these unpleasant city slickers, he'd stop whistling for a moment to smile at them. Within a few seconds they'd be out of sight, out of mind, and he'd start right back up again. Ferdinand stopped at the corner of the street and waited for the okay to cross sign. He looked around, and noticed a dollar bill lying on the floor. His eyes brightened and in one swift motion he bent down and swiped the dollar bill up and into his pocket.
The sign turned to white, and he walked briskly across the crossing walk and headed to the gas station a block over. As Ferdinand opened the door, the bell rang out and he strolled leisurely over to the rack of gum in the corner of the store. The shop owner walked out from the storage room carrying a large box of food to put on the shelves. He was the most adorable old man, with a red checkered flannel shirt tucked into some tan slacks that hugged his jolly belly, which was surely only possible because of his thick suspenders holding them up. His hair was thinning and gray, and his skin was discolored with liver spots and wrinkles. He noticed Ferdinand and his eyes crinkled as he grinned his crooked smile.
“Ferdinand! Hey buddy, it's great to see you! Where ya been?” The man set down the box on the counter and went to pull Ferdinand into a hug. “I've been missin' ya around here!” He said in a warm low voice.
“Sorry Hank, I just haven't had the money to come in and buy anything!” Ferdinand replied with a laugh. “But I got lucky today, so I'm going to be making one nice purchase!” He went to show Hank the dollar bill from his pocket, unfolded it, and froze.
“Hey now, you know you don't need money to come over. In fact, I was just talking to Edna the other day about you. Now we don't think a thirteen year old should be out living on the streets, no supervision, no schooling. What do ya say you finally take us up on our offer to come and live with us upstairs? I know it's not the Ritz or anything, but it's pretty cozy. More cozy than the alleyway you sleep in. Ferdinand?” Hank noticed Ferdinand's rigid body language and looked at him, worry filling his gentle brown eyes.
“Uh, this isn't one dollar... This is one hundred!” Ferdinand exclaimed, and glanced up at Hank, excited as ever. “Wow! This is just about the greatest thing to happen to me in months!” Caught up in the excitement, Ferdinand did a giddy little jump and wrapped his skinny arms around Hank. Hank chuckled, and when they pulled apart, he put a hand on Ferdinand's shoulder firmly and looked him in the eyes. Ferdinand laughed at this gesture, and shook his head. “Why ya looking' at me like that chief? I'm not gonna go spending it on something reckless. Maybe just a new pair of shoes! And dinner at Denny's! That place has the best waffles... Boy, I haven't had waffles in ages!” His bloated empty stomach gurgled at the thought, and his mouth started watering.
“Ferdinand, that's not what I was thinking at all, you know that. I've got an idea though. You said you don't want to take me up on the offer to come and live with us because you don't have anything to offer us back? Well, what if you give us this money as rent for the next few months. Trust me, with our apartment, asking for any more money would be a rip off! Come on now son, please?” Hank pleaded with the boy, his eyes glimmering with hope. Ferdinand's lip started to quiver, touched and emotional at the idea of actually having a home.
“Well...” He murmured softly. “Okay! But after the couple of months are done, I'm going to have to move out again!” Ferdinand said, placing the $100 into the old man's hand. Hank smiled, patted Ferdinand on the back, and turned his body to the storage room.
“Excellent! Let's go see what we can do for you then. Oh, Edna will be so pleased!” He exclaimed. “Hey Jack, take care of the store while I'm out.” He hollered behind him as the two walked through the storage room and up the stairs to the small area. Ferdinand smiled, and looked at Hank in gratitude. “Oh man! I totally forgot, I was supposed to go shopping real quick! Hey, Edna's in the bathtub right now, but when she gets out can you tell her what's going on for me?” He said, and Ferdinand nodded his head. “Great! Make yourself at home, after all, this is your home now!” And with that, Hank turned back and walked down the stairs, out of his gas station, and down the street.
He started walking towards the Denny's, and on the way stopped at a small clothing store. With the $100.00 that the boy had given him, he bought six shirts, three pairs of pants, two shorts, and a couple of packs of socks and
Twenty seven dollars was all he had to his name. His feet were his only means of transportation. Homeless. That's what he was. That's what he has been for the past 3 months. His wife left him and took his kids with her. Some nights he'd lay where ever he could find shelter and reminesce about when they used to be a family, but most nights he asked him self why he was still living. He walked and walked and walked, and ate at soup kitchens and homeless shelters. One day, on his way to the nearest soup kitchen, he witnessed some sort of bill floating in the air, as if someone had gently placed it in the winds current. He snatched and his jaw dropped in awe. In his hands was now one hundred dollars. Now he knew how it felt to appreciate what you have. Now he understood why many did not appreciate what they had until it was gone. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with it, but he was so overwhlemed with joy he couldn't contain himself. But then he saw the boy. The small boy in the same predicament as him. He looked around nine or ten years of age. The overwhelming went away and turned into sadness and empathy. Looking at that boy made him so upset, that he walked over to him to say hello. He then thought that no child should have to go through such a hardship. He bent down in front the small boy and smiled. The boy was ready to run, but he pulled out the hundred dollar bill, and handed to the small boy. The boys eyes widened and filled with tears. The boy clung to the man with a hug for a long period of time and sobbed. When he let go, the boy looked back up, nodded, and ran.
Giving that boy the hundred dollar bill was the best thing he did his whole life. He realized that he did not need to be successful for the world, but just for God, and for that God blessed him. A year later he owned his own empire. And fifty percent of his profits went to homeless children.
As I walked down the road as the hot Florida sun beamed on my dark brown skin, I noticed something.Something out of the ordinary. Something you don't find everyday. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. There was not a single person in sight. I bend over and pick up the object on the black concrete.
In my hands was a crispy 100 dollar bill. Do I keep it, or do I leave it? It's not mine, but technically it was nobody's. Nobody claimed it. It was just in the street alone. Why waste it?
I slid the bill into my pocket and walked away. Feeling very happy with myself. I thought to myself what to do with this. Spend this on myself? Spend it on someone else? Save it?
Getting home I sit on the warm chair on my front porch. Finally thinking about it, I figure out what I'm going to do with this money. Something way better than spending it on myself.
Starting back down the road, I smile at the thought of what i'm going to do with this money. Feeling proud of myself, I decide that maybe I should buy an ice cream cone for myself. Just as a treat for the good deed I was about to do.
But walking down the road, I come across my friend.
"Girl come with my to get some ice cream!" I shout across the street to my friend. She runs in my direction.
"I have no money though."
"That's fine, it's on me!" We start off down the road again. Coming across some more friends of ours. They join us. I end up buying the group of us ice cream. Once I leave the ice cream place I walk out with ten dollars left. How could I have spent so much money on such useless things? I felt guilty. Walking back home, I notice a man with a sign that says "need food. Will work for money." I look at the ten dollar bill in my hand, thinking to myself "I could have given him 100 rather than ten." I walk over to him and hand him the ten dollars. He smiles and thanks me. I see him walking away towards town. I felt guilty still, but I felt good. I fed someone today. I made his day. I felt good.
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