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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Prosperity (05/11/06)

TITLE: "Hungry Please Help Me"
By Jennifer Wortham


The hunger pains were very much apart of Harry’s daily life. He wonders the streets aimlessly looking for food and shelter. Harry stands on the street corner with his sign that simply reads: “Hungry please help me”. Dark Brown Hair standing up on end in a mass of ratted messiness, and Harry’s beard was full and thick all over his face in a matted confusion. Clothes dirty and holy and all he owned is in his nap sack at his feet.

People race by as if nobody were standing there. Some look at him in the eye and give dirty looks, but others seemed to only look through him. Wondering what he would do in their shoes, and thinking to himself how many times he thought that bums on the street were all druggies and drunks. He never gave them a penny because he knew they would just use it on their next high or their next drink.

All Harry wanted at that moment standing their in the heat of the sun was to get something cold to drink and food in his belly. Making it a practice now that he hit rock bottom, to pray more often than prior to his loosing everything. Thinking how funny it is when you have it all and prosperity is in abundance how little you talk with the lord and give thanks until you need something from him. Feeling a bit guilty about that and trying to seek forgiveness for his lack of thanks, he starts to pray right where he stood. He knew how patient he needed to be, but it became hard the more his stomach growled and his stomach pains increased the more impatient he became.

About an hour of standing in the hot summer sun an old blue and rusty 1974 pinto stops in from of the curb where Harry stood. The young man driving this car asks, “What happened to you? Why can’t your work for a living like everyone else?” Then the boy reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card and a five dollar bill. He hands it to Harry and drives off.

Harry looks down at the business card and it reads “Labor Ready” and Harry puts the card into his pocket. He starts to walk towards the grocery story to get some food with his five dollars when he stops again and looks at the card. It wasn’t very far away from where he was. He decides to check this place out.

Walking in he sees a lot of different kind of people some homeless some not but, all the people were waiting to be transported to work for the day. He walks up to the counter and says, “My name is Harry and I am homeless. Will you give me a job?” Thinking being honest up front will save a lot of grief. The lady behind the desk hands Harry some paperwork to fill out. She informs him to use the Labor Ready address as his home address. Harry returns to the counter with the papers filled out. The lady informs him that the van to take everyone to work at a construction site where ditches needed dug will be leaving in 15 minutes. Harry thanks her and has a seat.

After a long day of digging ditches in the hot sun Harry just wanted to find a cool bridge to sleep under. He walks up to the counter and the woman hands Harry a check and tells him there is a check cashing place right across the street. Harry looks down and sees that he just made a hundred dollars that day and he realizes his prayers where answered with that old Pinto. Harry wonders how a young man like that could have known so much. Harry gives thanks to God for sending the young man and decides he will be back tomorrow to work and the day after that, and then maybe he won’t be homeless anymore. He forgot how good it was to actual work for a living. Harry realized that sometimes for his prayers to be answered he needed to put forth effort.

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Virginia Gorg05/18/06
There is a good message of hope in this, but the misspellings and misuse of words makes it difficult to read. (Wanders instead of wonders; clothes dirty and holey (not holy); knapsack not nap sack). It's people like the one driving the old car that can sometimes change lives. Good story, though, and it follows logically.
Helen Paynter05/21/06
I enjoyed this, though I endorse the comments above. I did feel a little ambivalent about the young man in the car - his words were'nt exactly loving. Spell-check carefully, add a few more commas, and you've got real potential to write well.
Jesus Puppy 05/21/06
great view for the "Not-so Uncommon Man" Being the king of typos even those didnt distract from the story, good job on the message plot. Do a second or even third edit before submitting and the work would really shine.
Jan Ackerson 05/24/06
This is definitely a diamond in the rough--there are some wonderful descriptions here, and some very compelling writing. I strongly urge you to find a kindly soul who will work with you on the mechanics of writing, because this piece has so much potential--it's a shame that many will dismiss it because of the booboos.