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Lucky I Guess Part I

Today was the big day! I bought a scratch-off ticket two days ago and won $25,000.00! Can
you imagine that? Me, a lonely unemployed nobody, strikes it rich. Yee-Hah! So, I'm off to the
lottery collections agency to cash in my lucky windfall. The polite gentleman handed me
the necessary forms. I feverishly completed them and within 36 minutes was awarded my
check. Wow! Me, a single, unrecognized nobody, is clutching a mild fortune. 
“Zippety-Do-Dah!” Whistling a happy tune, I venture home. Three blocks before reaching my
domicile, I spotted a young lad on the corner of Clark Street and 9th Avenue. He was
sitting on the cold concrete playing with an energetic puppy - yet, he was crying. "Hey,
kid, that's a beautiful puppy you've got." The young boy looked up at me and stammered:
"He's not my puppy, Mister. I found him here in the street a little while ago. The doggie
has no home." My heart skipped two beats. "Where do you live, son?" The tearful boy
crooked his head towards a dilapidated house two lots away from the corner of Clark
Street. I didn't think anyone lived there. I paused for a second and then:

"Hey, Mister? Do you have an extra quarter?" I was speechless for a moment. 
"Excuse me,, do you have a dime or a quarter? I have two quarters in my pocket. 
If I get one more I can buy the puppy a can of dog food at the corner store." Containing a smile, 
I lost my breath. I regained my wits and asked: "Would your Mom and Dad approve of you 
having a puppy?" The young lad kept his head down and replied: "Well, my Dad is dead.
But I know my Mom would like this puppy. It's just that my Mom can't walk and, um...
I take care of her and, um...we really wouldn't have enough money to take 
care of a dog, anyways." My heart was breaking. "What's your name son?"
I didn't understand who's tears I was envisioning - his or mine.
"Charlie, Mister." "My name's, Charlie."


For: Carol Brown
I Hepled The Needy contest
(This is Part I of the story)

Copyright © Kory Calhoun

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  1. Date: 2/8/2011 9:21:00 AM
    Thanks for your kind words, Kory. I was looking for some new work of yours that I hadn't read, but you haven't posted for a few days. Hope your must strikes again! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 2/5/2011 8:08:00 AM
    A great story. glad I stopped by on a snowed in Saturday.

  1. Date: 2/5/2011 12:14:00 AM
    Good start, let's see where it is going!

  1. Date: 1/31/2011 12:08:00 PM
    This is so touching, Kory, and it sounds real. I can't wait to read part two. Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 1/30/2011 2:31:00 PM
    Got ta love the kid with a dog...youre pulling at the ole heartstrings bucko! on to part 2! [Look at you BLOWing everyone socks off! GO Kory!] Light & Love

  1. Date: 1/30/2011 9:32:00 AM
    Wow, Kory, what a heartbreaking story! Did this really happen? Enjoyed the read much and thank you for your kind comment on best wishes!...Have a great week!...Gert