Until I Met Jordon Harte (on hold)

No Glares For The Pretty Ones

I looked outside the window of my small home. It was raining outside the drops pelting down like no tomorrow. I sighed, and I had to go out in this? Grabbing my leather bag, I walked out the door, followed by Brooke, my dog. Getting her settled, I drove to the hospital.  

"Excuse me?" I looked up to see a big man, A quick glances around told me he was talking to me. 

"Uhhh, yeah?" I asked.  

"No pets allowed." he said before sneezing.  

"Here man," I handed him a tissue from the desk, "Bless you." he nodded at me while blowing his nose.  

"Listen, this is Brooke, she's a good girl and is used for pet therapy. I've gotten permission from this place and they said it was all good. I'm speaking today."  

"Just sign in then."  

I signed in and together we walked toward the lounge. I had asked a while back if I could speak here, I wanted more children at the camp.  

I set up my stuff and waited a few minutes before families and their children came pilling in, some tagging IV's around. I frowned at the sight, though I was used to it.  

"Good Morning Guys." I smiled as they shut the door. "As you may know my name is Samuel Gray but only my mother still calls me Samuel, I just go by Sam." Some parents chuckled at my joke. "I about seven years ago I started my own summer camp for children with-" there was a knock on the door that interrupted me. One of the moms opened it up and I swear one of the most beautiful girls wheeled through.  

"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, "I just really needed to get away from those pestering nurses!" she turned her head and smiled hugely at the few standing at the back of the room. I laughed, she was definitely something.  

"Oh Jordon! It's Missy who's pestering, not me or-" the nurse stopped herself and looked me. "I'm sorry sir. Jordon just knows how to get me talking." I waved her off. 

"It's completely fine Ma'am." my gaze drifted to the certain brunette in the wheelchair. She was staring at me, her mouth completely hanging open. I couldn't help but laugh. "Um, hi?" she said.  

"Hey." I smiled. I looked around the room to see parents and children staring at me. "Right!" I exclaimed, flipping through my notes till I found the spot I wanted.  

"So, as I was saying, about seven years ago I started my own summer camp for children who struggle with disabilities. I own a big property near the outskirts of the city. It's a day camp and parents are welcome to stay. All of the children enjoy it and my volunteers are the best." I smiled up at them. "The children do crafts, play games, I have horses that we ride, canoes and a talent show near the end of the month, lots of other stuff. Um, I've heard no complaints and parents always say their children love to get up in the morning to come. It's not a huge commitment. I know lots of people have flimsy schedules so you aren't obligated to come. It's mostly a sign in thing to show you came. Some children do better with certain activities so it's a day to day schedule but I'm not certain what it is this year." I looked toward Jordon and she was staring at me curiously. "Um questions?" lots of hands went up so I picked through them. 

"What times does it run?" a mom asked while shifting her toddler.  

"From 8:00am till 2:00pm." I answered. I picked another hand.  

"What do you mean day to day schedule?"  

"Um like a Monday could be canoe, Tuesday, crafts and games. Like certain days for the activities." she nodded 

"Do we bring our own food?" 

"Unfortunately yes. Our budget doesn't give enough for food." That was something I needed to fix. I picked a ladies hand.