The Christmas Blessing Page #3

A playground monitor

in the afternoon

With a little sidewalk

first aid thrown into the mix.

Am I overlooking anything?

No, that's pretty much me.

Well, okay.

Send me a Bill for the flat tire

and the ankle, all right?

Hey, no charge.

Thanks.

What's with the shirt?

Uh, see that little

house over there?

Some of the other teachers

and moms and I

Decided to start a fundraiser

so that we could buy it

And turn it into

a daycare center.

We're doing a benefit

Christmas Eve.

Nice.

I gotta get going,

I'm late for training.

Nathan:

Training?

What training?

Cross country.

I'm a runner, six Miles a day.

Once a jock, always a jock.

Well, you shouldn't train

today, not with that ankle.

Are you kidding?

Haven't you ever heard

the expression, "no pain --

-- No gain," I know.

But still --

It's kind of a metaphor

for life, don't you think?

Well, okay, if you're not going

to take my ankle advice

Then you're going to have

to pay for the tire.

Okay, what do I owe you?

Call me at the garage,

maybe we can have dinner.

(children playing)

Hey Charlie, it's Nathan.

You need some help?

Yeah, sure.

Too bad you had to

leave the game so early.

Yeah, well, my dad needed me.

We're a team.

Nice place.

My dad and I don't live

here, we just work here.

When I was a kid we used

to take all the leaves,

Put them in a gigantic pile,

I'd hide inside

and our dog would go run,

Jump in the middle

and try to find me.

I never had a dog.

Does your mom work, too?

I don't have a mom.

I don't have a mom, either.

She died when

I was about your age.

I remember some things

about my mom, but not a lot.

She left when I was little,

to be an actress in Hollywood.

An actress, wow.

At least, that's

what my dad said.

I hate not having a mom.

Nathan:

Ah!

Look at this.

Aww!

Charlie.

Oh, hey, dad.

We were just...Playing.

Sorry, it's my fault.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Nathan Andrews.

I'm volunteering

at the school,

Just playing hoops

with the kids.

My first week.

This isn't a playground,

it's what we do for a living.

I --

See you at school, Charlie.

(car starts)

What the hell were you

doing playing basketball?

Charlie:

It's fun, dad.

Why can't I once in a while?

I mean, I'll be

careful, I promise.

The coach said I was a natural.

Coach?

He's not a coach.

What does he know?

He knows I'm good.

That right?

Wow, thanks, dad!

Perfect.

The shoes are gone.

I'm sorry, son.

I know it was a long time ago,

but I can't help it, you know?

I was attached to them.

I know.

Dad.

I don't think I'm going

to be a doctor anymore.

What?

Nathan:

It's not for me.

I mean, there are other

things to do in life.

What, like be a mechanic?

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