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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Fruit (10/10/05)

TITLE: The Stock Boy
By Joseph Civitella
10/11/05


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I tossed in bed, again. I shouldnít have had that last coffee. There was no way I was going to fall asleep with my nerves stampeding up and down my body. The red numbers from the radio-alarm clock cast a devilish gaze at me. 2:34 AM.

An hour later, and still wide awake, I bolted out of bed. I tiptoed to the kitchen, and stole the last banana from the counter. Iíd buy fresh ones for my roommate tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Why wait? There was a 24-hour grocery store on the promenade of our complex. And the night air might rescue my body from these caffeine invaders.

The lights were bright in the store. I happened upon the fruit section, and saw a stock-boy pulling at the lid of a crate. I grabbed a bunch of bananas in a section close to him. "Whatíchu got there?" I asked.

The young man appeared startled. "Oh! Ahhh... I... I thought you... you were my b-boss."

"Nope. Just a night prowler."

"Ummm... s-sorry, sir... I... I donít know wha... what these are called."

"Thatís okay," I shrugged. "Not that I was gonna get any." I smiled, and tried to put the guy at ease.

"Can I... I help you... with s-something?"

"Iím just browsing. Not really looking for anything." I smiled again, and walked over a few aisles to where the apples were stacked. I tore off a couple of plastic bags from a roll mounted on a wall, and selected six of the biggest apples. The stock-boy came into my line of vision, and while I was tying a twist-tie onto the bag, I observed him holding a grapefuit, all the while looking around. Was he trying to find where they belonged?

Just then a huge slab of a man exploded out from a set of double doors at the back of the section. "Jack, what the hell you doiní with the grapefuits? I told you to take the oranges out! Canít you get nothing right?"

The young man hung his head and dropped the grapefruit back in the crate. He strained with the dolly, pushed it towards the double doors and disappeared into the stock room.

I walked to another aisle to find the nectarines, and choose six of the most juicy looking ones. A loud voice echoed from the stock room. "I donít care if you canít read! If you canít do your job, Iím gonna fire you, you understand that?"

Moments later, the double doors opened in slow motion, and the stock-boy emerged pushing a dolly with three unopened crates on it. He appeared confused, like he didnít know where to go. He hung his head and pushed against the dolly.

I heard a ladyís voice yelling in the stock room. "Larry, stop being so mean to that boy! You know he canít read and heís color blind."

"This ainít a daycare," shouted back the male voice. "If he canít do the job, Iíll have to find someone who can."

The female voice sounded exasperated. "Oh youíre such an idiot! Just help him."

While the verbal confrontation was going on, I walked over another two aisles, picked up a fruit, and looked towards the young stock-boy.

He gazed at me, and eventually struggled his way to where I was standing. "Is... is that an or-orange?"

"Yeah," I replied. "Why, do you have to restock this section?"

He nodded. "Y-yes."

"Well let me get out of your way then, so that you can do you job."

"Th-thank you."

"Not a problem." I was about to leave, but turned back to him. "Actually, I think Iíd like a couple of those oranges you just brought out. Are they fresh?"

"I... I think so."

"You would really make my day if I could have six of them."

A shy smile enlightened his face, and he began pulling at one of the crates with all his might.

And I thought, why do we not appreciate the gifts someone has, instead of deploring their failings? Donít we realize what a little help can accomplish, even when we canít tell the difference between grapefruits and oranges? What we make of the challenges and opportunities of our lives is all around us. Nothing is too small or too big that it canít teach us about ourselves.

Back in bed, even though I was struggling with my own crates, I fell asleep feeling a Presence waiting for me where I am meant to go.


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Gabrielle Morgan10/17/05
I enjoyed The Stockboy. In your sleeplessness you were able to show compassion to someone else,and in turn transferred your own thoughts,gaining you a well earned sleep. Well done.
D. Phenes10/17/05
wish I could be so inspired from drinking too much coffee. I love the compassion in the story..
dub W10/18/05
Yeah, this is a good one, maybe one of the best. A couple of typos but hardly mattered. Thank you for posting.
Garnet Miller 10/19/05
This story is sad and unfortunately true of people. We demean each other- only seeing the faults and not the true beauty in each other. A little help goes a long way to building up another's self esteem or bringing someone to Christ. I'm glad God didn't look at me and call me an "idiot" when I was out in the world. Instead He encouraged the good in me and here I am today-working for His kingdom!Thanks for sharing.
Anita Neuman10/20/05
Thanks for sharing this story. What an important reminder for all of us!
Jeffrey Snell10/20/05
Inspiring, thanks!
B Brenton10/21/05
This was a touching tale. Get this out there! It's magazine material. Seriously, everyone must read this!
janet rubin10/21/05
Oh I love this. Made me want to adopt the stock boy.
Tisha Martin10/21/05
Loved the story! My heart went out to the stock boy. I'd develop this story... it's too good to let go! I'd suggest having the guy - or girl - befriend the stock boy and maybe witness to him...?? Just a few ideas.

Keep up the good work!
Brandi Roberts10/24/05
I agree with Ms Rubin. I'd adopt him. LOL