Charlie bounded out of bed and rapidly got dressed. Carefully, he counted the bills that lay on his dresser. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten dollars. Smiling, he shoved them in his pocket and slipped downstairs. He began making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Meticulously, he spread jelly and peanut butter on the bread. “Maybe,” he thought, “Darren won’t have any lunch or the money to buy a lunch and I can share with him.” With this thought in mind, Charlie took special care to make the sandwiches perfect. He packed them into his lunch box so they would not get squished. The door gently closed behind him as he walked to the street to wait for the Barlows.

It seemed forever before they arrived. Charlie jumped in the backseat. Frank Barlow and Andrew Johnson were already talking about everything that would do that day. When they arrived at the retreat center, Mr. Barlow helped Charlie through the registration process. He felt very big as he paid the ten dollars for the entrance fee and calmly said he did not need food.