I type on my computer ready to start another day of work,

Waiting for Amelia to come in with my daily scheduele,

When I remember something,

out of the ordinary,

"It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives."

I stop everything,

I seem to turn to look out my window,

to remember a story I thought I forgot,

Of how I got here.


My so called class is sitting out on the dirt,

listening to our teacher teach us the alphabet,

"Q," She says pointing to a weird shaped 'O' on the dirt with a stick.

I look over,

to see a bus coming towards us.

Dust is flying every where as it slowly stops,

My teacher smiles brightly,

Stands up and tells us to stay there.

She runs over to the bus,

it opens it's doors,

she enters.

She is in there for a few minutes, when she comes out with a man.

In 'jeans'

They walk over towards us,

"Hey kids," He says happily.

We all stare,

"I'm here to help, I promise."

Help, help with what? I thought silently,

there's nothing here to help with.

No where to go,

No where to sleep,

No where to learn,

All it is, is dirt and animals, and a few shacks...

He still has a smile on his face when our teacher leads the man and a couple other people I didn't see before to a wide, untouched area.

They talk for a couple of hours,

and they leave,

So much for helping,


The third day,

I arise for my hut,

and see the same group of people from three days ago in the distance,

I wash my face with the pump,

and run over to see what they are talking about.

"It's going to take a while...but we can do it." Then man in jeans says.

"Do what?" I ask.

But no one is around anymore they are all doing there own thing,

I walk over to a blue thing in the dirt.

I pick it up,

It has shapes on it, I forgot the name of them...circles..no squares.

I can't read any of it...

What is this?

I walk over to the man,

I hand him the paper,

"Thanks buddy," He smiles, and rubs my head.

"What's it for," I ask.

"Your future," He smiles and walks away.

My future?


A week later,

I see almost everyday,

people coming in and out of this so called town,

carrying items,





all for us.


A month later,

The man comes over to our lesson,

He smiles and watches.

We have been moved since they started building,

there is this gigantic white thing in the middle of the land.

The man walks over to our teacher,

asks her a question and she nods happily,

"Do you want a gift?" He asks us.

We all nod,

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out,


they have a pointy tip,

and a pink thing on the end.

He hands us each one,

"This will help you start your new education." He says.

"What is them?" My friend asks.

"What is that?" The man corrects him.

"They're pencils, to help you write." He continues.

"We ain't got nuthin to write on." Another kid says.

"Yes you do," He says and pulls out a white object; paper.

He hands us each one,

We all start scribbling all over it,

But we can't write anything because it's to dirty and rocky.

"You need a hard surface don't you?" He asks.

We all nod,

"Follow me," He smiles.

We all walk to the white thing,

"Count down with me kids,"

"Three," He starts.

"Two," We both say together.

"One!" We all scream.

It was a sheet,

behind it was the most amazing thing ever,

a school.

All the kids ran towards it screaming with joy,

I stayed there.

A tear fell down my face,

It doesn't look real.

A light blue school house,

surrounded by brown and yellow.

I go and stand near the man,

He is laughing and watching everyone's happiness,

I look at him and smile,

He smiles at me.

I hug him.

"Thank you," I whisper.

"If we did all the things that we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves."

I smile.

"I'm going to be just like you when I grow up...your my hero."

He hugs me tighter,

We walk towards the school,

I look at it for a short while.

I never noticed how amazing one building could be,

on a dirt pile we once called a classroom...

"You know," He starts "It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives."


That was imprinted in my brain,

Till' this day...

As I sit in my office,

Waiting for another day to drag on,

I remember,

Why I was here,

How I got here,

Who got me here,

that man...

The man that saved me,

Helped me move foward,

Helped me succeed,

The man in jeans...