Drug Dealing to ... High Living?

If I were that girl, maybe it would have impacted me even more. This young man had changed my life in a sense; in a way that I don't even know of, but he did. Going to my locker, I walked along the packed hallways, hugging tightly to unknown people shoulders. While strolling slowly along, I over heard a girl say to a fellow next to her, " So why do you do it, I mean not to be nosy, but...," lowering her tone she continued, " sell drugs?" He looked at her and chuckled before his response. "Well, it's just what I do. It's what I have to do for the money, ya know? ", he said having no sense of eye contact at all. She frowned a bit and said, " Man, that's just a bummer.... there has to be another way for you? There has to be something else? " He looked at her with a sparkle in his eye and said," That's just it though.. There isn't.. " His voice echoed in my head when I closed my locker and went to my next class. There isn't. There isn't. It really brings even more sadness to me when people my age believe there is no hope for them. That there are no other ways. It saddens me that this is a lifestyle exceptable for them. That there are no higher hopes for themselves. There has to be someone to encourage them, to tell them they can get that job, or even achieve those grades. Those kind of people need to come alive... And that's exactly what I think he did. He brought that hope and encourager to life in me.