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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Evangelism (11/01/07)

TITLE: A Helping Hand
By Christopher Randolph
11/06/07


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“Hi!” I said holding out my hand. “My name’s Rick.”

“Sniff. I’m Rebecca.”
The little girl grasped my hand and let me help her up from the sidewalk. She
brushed a bit of auburn back under her helmet. He skateboard lay beside her.

“That was some crash. You almost made it all the way around. That was cool!”

“I think I might've cracked my board on the last step.”

“Bummer.”

“Heh heh. My grandpa says ‘bummer’ too.”

“Your grandpa?”

“Yea. You kind look like him too….Or at least You look like he did.”

“Oh…?”

“Yea. I’m not from here. We’re just visiting for his funeral.”

“Sniff.” Rebecca wiped her nose with her shirt cuff then adjusted the strap of her helmet. She toed her board, making it move back and forth.

“How old was he?”

“Pretty old. Like fifty or something.”

“Wow.”

“It’s okay, though ‘cause he’s home now. He’s with Jesus.”

“How do you know that?”

“‘Cause he believed in Jesus. He said that’s why he did the things he did.”

“What?”

“Yea. He called it CHD: Compulsive Helping Disorder. Whenever he saw some one he could help, he just had to help them. He just had to!”

“Oh really?”

“Yea. I guess it’s how he died, too. There was this old lady who got a flat tire on the highway. So, grandpa stopped to help but as he was changing the tire a car smashed into him.”

“ I’m so sorry to hear that, Rebecca. It must be awfully hard.”

“It’s okay. He’s with Jesus.”

“That’s the hope, right?”

“Oh no. I know he is.”

“That’s certainly a nice thought, isn’t it?”

“He’s there, alright. My heart tells me so.”

“Yeeaaa..”

“That’s where Jesus is. My heart.”

“So. Are you okay? You’re not hurt or anything?”

“Um. Yea. Just dinged my knee a bit. Thanks.”

“Your head is okay?

“Yep. Didn’t even donk my head.”

“Just checking.”

Rebecca flipped her skateboard into her hand with her foot somehow then threw it in front of her as she leaped into the air, landing deftly in middle of the little rolling platform. Over the rattle of the wheels I heard her call back to me, “Thanks Rick! I’ll pray for you!”

I was left alone on that sidewalk staring after her. How old was she anyway? Nine? Why did she make me feel like she was the adult and I was just a kid?


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Beth LaBuff 11/12/07
Cute evangelistic story! I like your ending. You have a wonderful message contained for the reader too. Nice writing!