Library Diva's Guide to Volunteering…

{April 8, 2011}   It is decidedly so…

I have a magic eight ball in my office. I think it was mine when I was little so the triangle no longer floats around in suspension…it kinda gloops and sticks and well, to be’s pretty thick in there through that little window.

I don’t know exactly what happened along the way but I used to rely on my magic eight ball for everything. Should I pick David Bryant or Kenny Henderson to “go with” in 4th grade? Was the song I requested going to be on the radio? Will I earn enough money to buy that 10 speed Schwinn Calliente Cinnamon colored bike?

Having the magic eight ball in my office is comforting. Even if that triangle doesn’t work like it used to, heck..I don’t even work like I used to in some places. I like to look at it and believe it or not, lots of people pick it up, shake it, try to see through the murk, but they hold on to it like it’s some kind of comfort. Some kind of gypsy fortune-teller to their destiny.

I had a dad in with his little boy the other day, while his dad filled out the application and told me his story, his 7-year-old son and I played with my rock em sock em robots. It was another case of no work, no rent, no food, community service. I’ve heard it all and it’s heart breaking. I’m not becoming numb to it, but I’m becoming tired of it. Come on…! Where’s the light at the end of the tunnel?

The little boy brought over the magic eight ball and wanted to know how it worked and what it did. I told him it told the future. He didn’t understand. I don’t blame him. I’m sure he was afraid of what the future may hold for him. I said let’s ask it something easy, like what you’re going to have for lunch. He had no idea. I asked “Is Chris going to have a peanut butter sand which?”  Chris then informed me he didn’t like peanut butter. I asked, “Is Chris going to have a bologna sand which?” Chris shook his head to that one too…hmmm…”well Chris, what do you like for lunch?” Chris quietly told me mac and cheese. “OK…is Chris going to have Mac and Cheese for lunch?” I shook it, tilted it my way and said …WOW…

DECIDEDLY SO… he was thrilled and looked over at his dad who was just smiling but seemed sad himself.

I stood up and went over to my food box and pulled out 10 boxes of mac and cheese, put them in a bag and said “ENJOY!”

Magic Eight Balls can be right.


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