Change for a Dollar

By Bonnie Maloney

All he wanted was some juice.  As tables full of high school students sat in Cafeteria B2 on that cloudy afternoon, he was thirsty.  We sat near yet away from him, fixing our hair and worrying about the test next period we hadn't studied for.  He was far away from our world, yet forced to be a part of it.
   
He stood at the drink machine with purpose, fumbling through his fake leather wallet for some change.  He came up with a wrinkled dollar bill, and nervously glanced back at his table where other students in his special needs class were sitting.  With the coordination of a six-year-old, he tried to make the machine accept his money.  After a few unsuccessful attempts, the snickers and comments began.  People were laughing.  Some were even throwing things at him.  He began to quiver, and his eyes misted with tears.  I saw him turn to sit down, defeated.  But for some reason, he decided against it.  He wasn't leaving until he got a drink.

With a determined expression, he continued to aimlessly thrust the dollar bill in the machine.  Then something terrific happened.  A popular senior rose from her seat, and with a look of genuine compassion, went over to the boy.  She explained how the machine had a hard time accepting dollars, then gave him some change and showed him where to place it.  The boy gave her his dollar and chose a flavor of fruit juice.  Then the two walked off in different directions.

Although it was clear that they were from very different worlds, for one moment, they'd shared a real understanding.  As I walked away from my lunch table that day, I looked at the boy.  I remember thinking how he and the dollar were very much alike.  They both weren't accepted where the world said they were supposed to be.  But just as the dollar had found a place in a caring girl's pocket, I was sure the boy would eventually find his, too.

OMG i'm bawling here,there should be a "tissue" warning....My daughter Kathleen was born with Down Syndrome and I just envisioned her in that very place, and what it would mean to have someone step up and help out with genuine care.This is my one wish for her is to "belong".....She has the determination to do it,but,it takes others to make it happen in her life too.Thanks so much for sharing that.
Mary Grace

Oh wow....what can I say.  I've been there, done that.  I wasn't very popular.  In fact, I've been on the rather shy side....never used to say much.  Not quite the geeky type, but always the one someone would make fun of.  I know the feeling of what it's like to have people laugh at you.  It is someone you least expect to be the one who shows compassion, especially when it's one of the most popular ones.  That is such a wonderful story my [smiley=heart.gif] goes out to those who have been in those shoes.

Aloha,
Jan