WORDS FROM W.W. December 10, 2013
(The following story is based on something that actually happened to me today. The names suggested, however, are fictitious.)
Mrs. Brown, the school social worker, had a problem. Actually, it seemed like every new day brought a compounding of problems, but today she knew that her problem had two feet and one and a half shoes.
Joey, a fourth grader, had been a little suspect with his school attendance recently. His mom would call in the morning about every other day to say that Joey was ill and wouldn’t be at school that day. The afflictions ranged from a cold to a headache to him running a fever. Over the past month Joey had been to school ten days out of a possible twenty-two.
But today he was there, and Mrs. Brown was starting to piece together some things. Joey had been absent on days when it was cold and snowing, and recently there had been a number of those kind of days. Today the sun had come out to raise the temperature to the upper thirties…a heat wave compared to what they ahd been experiencing.
Joey was at school today, and today Joey’s challenge became clear. Joey needed shoes!
Mrs. Brown got on the phone and called Pastor Mike at the community church down the street, and she told him of her problem.
“I know this is a lot to ask, Pastor, but do you think your church could help? Believe me! Joey’s toes are sticking out of the front of his shoe.”
“I’ll be there in an hour. What size does he wear?”
“Six.”
“Consider it done!”
“Thank you! You don’t know how much this means.”
“Mrs. Brown, whenever there is a need that we can help with put us on speed dial. We consider ourselves to be partners with you in the raising up, caring, and safety of the children of our community.”
“And we need all the help we can get.”
She hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief. Joey came from a broken home. He split his time between his mom and his dad. Mrs. Brown was more than a little concerned about him. Sometimes kids come to school wondering if life is going to get any better. It broke her heart especially at this time of the year. So many of the students she dealt with saw Christmas as a depressing time, not a time of joy.
An hour later Pastor Mike got buzzed in through the front door and entered the office with a shoe box in hand.
“I hope these fit.”
“We will soon find out. I’ll have Joey come down to the office to try them on.”
A few minutes later a skinny young boy with a nervous look on his face came into the office. Pastor Mike stood to the side, but noticed that the front of one of Joey’s shoes was held together with duct tape that had been wrapped around and around the shoe like first aid tape trying to bring healing that was beyond it. The tape was fraying and splintering on the sides, and the other shoe looked like it was about to lose the tip. Both shoes were rubbed raw of any tread on the soles.
“Joey, I want you to try these shoes on,” said Mrs. Brown.
Joey had a confused look on his face.
“Go ahead! Just try this one on.”
“But Mrs. Brown, I don’t know if my mom would say I could.”
“I’ll talk to your mom. You let me worry about that part.”
“He slipped his old shoe off and worked his foot slowly into the new shoe with bright shoelaces. A smile rose to the surface.
“Now, I want you to give me your old pair and I’ll take care of them.”
“You don’t think my mom will be mad?”
“Joey, I’ll talk to your mom.”
The young boy thanked the lady and left the office beaming.
“A new pair of shoes,” he thought. “I don’t remember the last time I had a new pair of shoes.”
Mrs. Brown watched him stroll out of the office with a little skip in his step. She looked at Pastor Mike, and with tears streaming down her face she asked, “Did you see the look on his face? I haven’t seen him smile a single time this whole year until today.”
“Think about it, Mrs. Brown. Up until just now every time he looked down at his shoes he was reminded of his poverty. Now he can look at his shoes and be reminded that there’s hope.”
Words from WW Blog 