was collecting money for some charitable project at school. "If
I collect enough, I can win a jump rope!" he told me earnestly.
He showed me the picture of the jump rope. My heart melted. I couldn't
imagine getting excited about winning a jump rope, even when I was
eleven. "Well, if you ask me again, when I'm outside taking my
break, I'll see what I have in my purse," I said. I ended up
giving him two dollars.
weeks later, I arrived at the library mid-afternoon, after having
covered the desk at another branch during their staff meeting. The
kids were already out of school, playing around in the parking lot.
As I parked my car, I heard Christopher's voice ringing out above
all the rest.
Vicky! I got it!! My jump rope!!!"