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Personalized parts are highlighted in yellow. Jack O'Neil looked curiously at the certificate hanging on the wall of his best friend's room. "Hey, Sam, where did you get that?" Sam walked up beside Jack. "That's my HELPING HANDS certificate. I got it for helping around the neighborhood." |
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Helping Hands (Complete Story)
Helping Hands
was created especially for
Joan Marie Reynolds
July 25, 2012
Joan Marie Reynolds looked curiously at the
certificate hanging on the wall of her best
friend's room.
"Hey, Ron where did you get that?"
Ron walked up beside Joan.
"That's my HELPING HANDS certificate. I got it for helping around the
neighborhood."
That evening, as Joan helped
mom dry dishes, she asked, "mom, what does
it mean to be a Helping Hand?"
"Well, Joan, it can mean a lot of things. Helping
people who can't help themselves, recycling to keep the planet healthy, or
helping me with the dishes. Those are all ways you can be a Helping Hand."
As Joan dried the rest of the dishes,
she thought
about what Ron had said.
The next morning, as Joan was taking the trash to the curb,
she saw her
neighbor, carrying his trash out.
Joan watched as he struggled with his bags. He seemed to be having a really
hard time getting them down his driveway. He saw Joan looking at him and
smiled. "I hurt my back last night and it's making this a little harder than
usual."
Joan dropped the bags at the curb and then walked over to
her neighbor's yard.
"I can help, if you'd like. I'm all done with mine."
Her neighbor straightened with a sigh. "That would be wonderful! Thank you very
much."
Mom had been watching from the kitchen door. When
Joan came back inside,
mom put an arm around Joan and said, "That was a very nice thing you did.
That was a great way to be a Helping Hand!"
Joan smiled to herself as
she went out to play. She wasn't sure if
she had been
a Helping Hand or not, it had just felt good to help her neighbor.
The next day, mom took Joan to the park to play on the swings.
As Joan was running for the swings,
she tripped on a soda can and fell on
her
knee. A lady sitting on a park bench ran over to see if she was hurt.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
Joan rubbed her knee a little. "Yes, thank you. I think it's just bruised."
The lady looked at the can Joan had tripped on. Then she looked around the park
at the trash other people had left all over the ground. She seemed very sad.
"It really is a shame," she said to mom. "I remember when this park was
squeaky clean and full of squirrels and birds. Now it's a mess!"
As Joan brushed the dirt off her pants,
she said, "Why couldn't we clean it up?
I don't think it would be that hard to pick up all the trash. Then we could hang
bird feeders for the birds."
Mom smiled at Joan. "I think that would be a wonderful idea!"
Joan was becoming more excited as
she thought about it. "Do you think we could
also put up signs asking people not to litter anymore?"
she asked mom.
"I can call around tomorrow and find out if we can,"
mom said. "But when are
we going to pick up the trash?"
Joan thought about it for a minute. "How about this Saturday? That way I can
ask my friends at Peru Grammar School if they would like to help. After all, they play here
too."
The lady on the park bench had been listening to Joan's plan. "If you'd like
some more help, I can ask my friends at the Retirement Center. All of us there
love children and would enjoy working with you to make this place beautiful
again."
Joan was so excited, she could hardly wait for Saturday to come.
When Saturday finally did arrive, Joan and all
her friends were ready. They met
the people from the Retirement Center at the park shelter, and broke up into
teams. Then each team picked an area to clean.
The day went by so fast! As Joan and
her new friend picked up and raked, she
told Joan stories about when she was young.
"When I was a little girl, my family didn't have a television. Instead, we
listened to plays on the radio." She even remembered the year the city had built
the park!
When all the teams had finished their areas, they met back at the shelter for a
picnic. They had sandwiches, lemonade, and cookies that her new friend had made.
And when they were finished eating, everyone remembered to throw their trash
away!
The following weekend, mom took
Joan out for ice cream.
They were all sitting at a picnic table eating and laughing, when
Joan noticed
a little girl watching them from the curb. She looked so sad that
Joan decided
to give the little girl her ice cream to cheer her up.
On the way home, mom said, "That was a very nice thing you did for that
little girl."
"She looked so sad," Joan said. "What do you think was wrong with her?"
"I don't think anything was wrong with her," mom said. "There's a homeless
shelter not too far from the ice cream stand. I think she might live there."
Joan looked a little confused. "What's it mean to be homeless?"
she asked.
"Well," mom said, "it means they don't have a house of their own, so they
live in a shelter with other families. They also don't have toys and trips to
the ice cream stand, like you do."
Joan looked surprised. "That's sad! Isn't there anything we can do to help
them?"
"Yes, there is, Joan. We can take them cans of food, clothes we don't wear
anymore, and all the toys you don't play with."
Joan thought about what mom had said the rest of the way home.
She
remembered how sad the little girl had looked and knew she wanted to help.
Joan and mom were one of the families that helped deliver the donations to
the shelter.
Along with the boxes, Joan had brought something special, just in case
she saw
the little girl.
Joan looked for her the entire time everyone was unloading. Finally, it was
time to go, and Joan still hadn't found her.
Then, just as she was buckling
her seat belt, she saw her.
Joan jumped out of the car and ran over to her.
"Hi!" she said. "My name is
Joan. I thought you might like something special,
so I brought you this."
Joan quickly handed the girl a paper bag and ran back to the car.
She watched
from the back seat as the girl pulled a container of chocolate ice cream from
the bag.
As she watched, she smiled a huge smile and waved good-bye to her.
That night, as mom tucked
Joan into bed,
mom said, "For a girl who didn't
know what a Helping Hand was, you turned out to be a very big one."
Mom leaned over and gave Joan a kiss. "I'm very proud of you,
Joan. And I
love you very much."
As Joan snuggled under the covers,
she gave a sleepy yawn and said, "I love you
too."
THE END
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