TIMOTHY

In today’s world you would think with everything that had happened to us as a nation that there would be more good-hearted individuals now than there ever was. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, that isn’t the case. I say there’s luck, hope, wishful thinking, dreams, and there’s action.

“Timothy!” this old ragged voice yelled with a call from behind. “What are you doing?” Timothy turned around as his fingers slowed to a stop on his mini clay sculpture. Old lady Johnson walked over in a storm stepped on his sculpture and dragged him by his little arm while yelling to him “why aren’t you doing your chores!” Old lady Johnson pulled Timothy through the hallway towards the living room. All the other foster kids watched as Timothy struggled to keep up. When they got to the living room, Old lady Johnson threw Timothy to the floor next to a toothbrush and a bucket. Now clean this floor and don’t stop until the entire floor has been cleaned. Timothy stared at the toothbrush without blinking as he got lost in his thoughts of running away. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” Old lady Johnson yelled. Timothy didn’t reply. “Hmm playing tough, you’ll see where that gets ya.” she says. As Timothy was cleaning the floor, he kept trying to remember his original family. His mom, dad, and any siblings he may have had but nothing conjured up. When Timothy was done cleaning. He was tired and hungry as he hadn’t eaten all day. So, he stored the cleaning supplies away and went into the kitten to find something he could quickly gulp down without anyone catching him. Afterwards, Timothy headed to his room. When he opened the door, he finds Old lady Johnson sitting in his room with all his sculpting tools and materials. “Where did you get this?” She asked. Timothy stuttered, “from - from school.” “I didn’t say you could have these things.” Old lady Johnson demanded. “No! please!” Timothy cried and out she walked with his sculpting things and into her secret room she threw them in locking the door afterwards.

The next day a man was walking up the street in the rain with a bag of groceries through a small town. As this man was taking in the view of this town, a small child about 8 years old runs into him. The child falls to the ground from the impact dropping this little black book he had taken. The boy looked up at the man with panic in his eyes. Little Timothy ran into this man by mistake while looking back at old lady Johnson chasing him down the street. “get back here!” she yells. Timothy quickly gets up. “Mister please take this, take this! I don’t want her to see it and I get in trouble! The man stares and see’s the lady running and yelling. The man without thinking takes the little black book and stores it at his side.

Earlier that day Timothy awaken with swollen eyes from crying all night. Old lady Johnson was still sound asleep and so were the other foster kids. Timothy creep to her room, opened the door as quietly as he could. He peaked his head in and spotted her jacket hanging on the side on the wall by the door. Timothy was able to sneak in more to search her pocket for the key to her secret room and thus he found it. Quietly sneaking back out and closing her door, he then creeps to the secret room and goes in using that key he had just found in Old lady Johnson’s pocket. Timothy seen his sculpture things on the floor and decided to take something of value to Old lady Johnson to get back at her. So, he went to her desk and opened the drawer. In it he saw a little black book with a mysterious green shiny little box on the front of it. “Miss Johnson!” Timothy looks up as he's seeing one of the foster kids yelling for Old lady Johnson to come quick. “Timothy’s in your room!” Timothy then takes the book and dashes out the room past his foster brother and downstairs to the front door. As he’s unlocking the door, Old lady Johnson is coming after him. He panics and finally gets the door open running into the rain with no shoes on his feet. Looking back every few minutes to make sure she hasn’t caught up to him, Timothy runs into this man who was dressed in casual attire and looked down towards little Timothy with the kindest eyes; with urgency, Timothy tells the man to please take the book and the man does so. Timothy is then hauled off back to his foster home.

When the man gets back home, he studies the little black book trying to get it open. “Honey.” His wife calls from the living room. “Look, I found a foster child I would love to have in our home as our own.” The man comes over to view his wife’s choice from her laptop. The man was shocked to see it was the same little boy who had ran into him that morning. The man turns to his wife and replied with “Okay give me a week or two to save up a little more to adopt him. And His wife hugs him with joy.

Later that day the man was in his kitchen staring at the little black book. He decides to dig into his pocket to locate his keys or anything he could use to pry open the book without damaging it. First, he pulls out his change from the store that morning and sits it on the book. The green little box on the cover of the little black book scanned the change and the book opened. The man was shocked, he grabbed the little black book to view its contents. Inside was a hollow space with 20,000 inside.

“Oh my God.” He said softly. “Sweetheart! Come downstairs now!” the man yelled with joy. When his wife came, he showed her the money and from there they bought a small family home in a nice suburban neighborhood. A few months later Timothy was in the kitchen doing dishes when he heard a knock at the door. Old lady Johnson answered it. “Hello, miss Johnson I have a family here who wants to adopt Little Timothy.” When Timothy heard his name, he drooped the dish and ran to the front where Old lady Johnson was standing. Old lady Johnson looks back and the case worker looks at Timothy speaking and introducing him to the couple who wants to adopt him. Timothy was surprised and delighted to see the man who he ran into that rainy day came to adopt him with his wife. Timothy ran and hugged the couple as tight as he could smiling with joy. From there the family lived happly ever after.