others, instead of thinking of yourself so much. What have you been doing lately for fun?”
“Not much. But you know I enjoy my work.”
“Yes and that’s good, but you need things outside of work, you know that. You may want to consider doing some volunteering. Even pickup tennis again.”
“Funny you mention it, tennis has been on my mind.”
“Do it then. Look, we have to wrap this up, but what I can leave you with is this: focus on things that will enhance your life. Focus on the positive things you love. It wouldn’t hurt picking up a book at the library, something on positivity maybe, or gratitude. Swing by and do yourself a favor. They may even need some volunteers over there for something. Kill two birds …”
Cedric hadn’t been to the library in years. He had wonderful memories with his mom there. Great idea.
“Sounds like a plan.” Cedric stood up and hugged him. “Thanks, man.”
“You bet.”
“What do I owe you?”
Michael laughed. “Another round of golf?”
“You got it. How many rounds do I owe you now?”
“Six.” He grinned. “But who’s counting?”
Chapter Six
Cedric couldn’t remember the last time he’d set foot in the library, but he loved the feeling, surrounded by all of those books. He developed a love and appreciation for books at an early age and that helped him do well in school. He’s read hundreds and hundreds of books and even has a room in his house dedicated to just books.
“Can I help you?” asked the impeccably dressed male clerk with a nametag that said Julio Cruz.
“Yeah, do you have any volunteer opportunities?”
“Yes, I think we do. You need to talk with Her Highness, Miss Peggy Fleming, the Branch Manager.”
“Peggy—”
“Obviously she’s not the Olympic ice skating champion Peggy Fleming, although she does kind of look like her. Anyway, she’s in charge of the volunteer programs and pretty much everything else under this hot tin roof.” Julio pointed to the woman at the desk with the giant globe. “That’s her over there sitting with her back to us, wearing the lovely two-piece Jaclyn Smith ensemble.”
“Great, thanks.” Cedric wondered if he’d ever heard a man use the words “a lovely two-piece Jaclyn Smith ensemble.”
He approached Peggy and cleared his throat.
Peggy swung around and popped out of her seat like a Jack-in-the-box. “Hello!”
Cedric was pretty sure she had enough energy to power all of the casinos in Las Vegas. Impressive, considering she must have been right around sixty or sixty-five years old. Her clothes and makeup were perfect, and she had a Jiffy Pop hairdo that defied gravity. She did look like the Peggy Fleming. Was she trying to make herself look like the woman on purpose or was it just a freaky coincidence? And how many Red Bulls had she had?
“Did you have a question?”
“I wanted to see if you had any volunteer opportunities.”
“Absolutely! Please take a seat.” She grabbed a file from the top drawer of her desk as Cedric sat down and contemplated her energy level.
She handed Cedric the list of jobs. “This is what we have at the moment. There are two great opportunities that involve children. How are you with reading?”
“The font’s small, but I can read it just fine.” He started in on the info on the paper.
“No, no, no. I mean, would you feel comfortable reading out loud? To children?”
“Oh.” He loved the idea of reading to them. His mother used to read to him every night before he went to bed. It was one of those things he always looked forward to, and he’s pretty sure that helped him shape him into who he is today. This volunteer opportunity sounded absolutely perfect. “Sounds great.”
“Bless your heart.” She pointed to something on the list. “Then I think you would be perfect for the STAR program. It stands for storytelling and reading, which is just what it sounds like. You would be reading books and telling stories to
“Not much. But you know I enjoy my work.”
“Yes and that’s good, but you need things outside of work, you know that. You may want to consider doing some volunteering. Even pickup tennis again.”
“Funny you mention it, tennis has been on my mind.”
“Do it then. Look, we have to wrap this up, but what I can leave you with is this: focus on things that will enhance your life. Focus on the positive things you love. It wouldn’t hurt picking up a book at the library, something on positivity maybe, or gratitude. Swing by and do yourself a favor. They may even need some volunteers over there for something. Kill two birds …”
Cedric hadn’t been to the library in years. He had wonderful memories with his mom there. Great idea.
“Sounds like a plan.” Cedric stood up and hugged him. “Thanks, man.”
“You bet.”
“What do I owe you?”
Michael laughed. “Another round of golf?”
“You got it. How many rounds do I owe you now?”
“Six.” He grinned. “But who’s counting?”
Chapter Six
Cedric couldn’t remember the last time he’d set foot in the library, but he loved the feeling, surrounded by all of those books. He developed a love and appreciation for books at an early age and that helped him do well in school. He’s read hundreds and hundreds of books and even has a room in his house dedicated to just books.
“Can I help you?” asked the impeccably dressed male clerk with a nametag that said Julio Cruz.
“Yeah, do you have any volunteer opportunities?”
“Yes, I think we do. You need to talk with Her Highness, Miss Peggy Fleming, the Branch Manager.”
“Peggy—”
“Obviously she’s not the Olympic ice skating champion Peggy Fleming, although she does kind of look like her. Anyway, she’s in charge of the volunteer programs and pretty much everything else under this hot tin roof.” Julio pointed to the woman at the desk with the giant globe. “That’s her over there sitting with her back to us, wearing the lovely two-piece Jaclyn Smith ensemble.”
“Great, thanks.” Cedric wondered if he’d ever heard a man use the words “a lovely two-piece Jaclyn Smith ensemble.”
He approached Peggy and cleared his throat.
Peggy swung around and popped out of her seat like a Jack-in-the-box. “Hello!”
Cedric was pretty sure she had enough energy to power all of the casinos in Las Vegas. Impressive, considering she must have been right around sixty or sixty-five years old. Her clothes and makeup were perfect, and she had a Jiffy Pop hairdo that defied gravity. She did look like the Peggy Fleming. Was she trying to make herself look like the woman on purpose or was it just a freaky coincidence? And how many Red Bulls had she had?
“Did you have a question?”
“I wanted to see if you had any volunteer opportunities.”
“Absolutely! Please take a seat.” She grabbed a file from the top drawer of her desk as Cedric sat down and contemplated her energy level.
She handed Cedric the list of jobs. “This is what we have at the moment. There are two great opportunities that involve children. How are you with reading?”
“The font’s small, but I can read it just fine.” He started in on the info on the paper.
“No, no, no. I mean, would you feel comfortable reading out loud? To children?”
“Oh.” He loved the idea of reading to them. His mother used to read to him every night before he went to bed. It was one of those things he always looked forward to, and he’s pretty sure that helped him shape him into who he is today. This volunteer opportunity sounded absolutely perfect. “Sounds great.”
“Bless your heart.” She pointed to something on the list. “Then I think you would be perfect for the STAR program. It stands for storytelling and reading, which is just what it sounds like. You would be reading books and telling stories to
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