You’ve Got Potential
The van ground to a stop just inside the subdivision entrance. It was a humid spring afternoon in Sarasota, and I was wedged in a vehicle packed with perspiring teenagers. When the side door opened, I scrambled to get out, walked to the back of the van, and hoisted my cardboard box of products to my shoulder.
Several months earlier, my family had moved south from New York and now, as the new kid in my high school, I knew no one. In that part of the country, most of the kids are friendly because many are transplants from the North and must learn how to make friends quickly. “They’re just busy with their own friends. ...