A Helping Hand
A. Tree was walking through the streets of Kelowna, BC, one sunny but cool autumn day. He was handing out his red, juicy apples to everyone he meets.
“Thank you so much for the apple,” said one young woman. “My name is Christine. I am a school teacher.”
“My name is A. Tree,” said A. Tree, extending out his branch for Christine to shake. “It is nice to meet you. Shouldn’t you be at school teaching your students. It is after 9:00 am after all.”
“I am on my way right now,” said Christine. “I was just at the printer getting some flyers made up for a fundraiser I am working on.”
“Tell me more,” said A. Tree, walking in the direction of the school with Christine.
Christine told A. Tree about how many of her students were from poor families and how many of them did not eat breakfast.
“You know,” said A Tree. “That is something I would like to help with. I could supply apples for your breakfast program.”
“That would be wonderful,” said Christine. “Why don’t you come to the fundraiser?”
“I will,” said A. Tree. “Have the children had breakfast yet this morning?”
“No,” said Christine. “I am sure they haven’t.”
A. Tree went into the classroom and the children loved him. He let each child pick an apple from his tree. They were very grateful for that apple. A. Tree attended the fundraiser and because he had helped so many people by giving them apples and just being kind, he was able to raise over $5,000 for Christine’s breakfast fund-raiser.”
‘ ‘I don’t know what I would have done without you,” said Christine.
“It was my pleasure,” said A. Tree. “I was happy to help.”
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