Part *Four* of "Homeschoolers in Highschool"

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Aravis_yanes said:
"Hey do u want to go with me to the concert that is going to play in some minutes" asked Gilberto, "ummm...sure" answered Suri "Great I'll just go to change and I will come back" said Gilberto leaving the scene
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While Suri was waiting for Gilberto, Master Pitik showed up to have an initial glance at the digital images she had taken of the martial-arts exhibition. He was quite pleased, and wrote out a check to her on the spot for the agreed amount plus a twenty-dollar bonus. Before parting company with her, he asked, "Have you seen First Student? I mean to say Alipang; he ran off as soon as his part in the program was done. I don't know exactly why, but it seems to have had something to do with a sudden argument breaking out right in the middle of our audience."
 
Gilberto rejoined Suri just then, hearing enough to know Pitik was concerned about Alipang. "Master, it was Al's sister: she saw Kim Tisdale with another boy; and even though Kim had never offered to be Al's girlfriend, Chilena got upset on her brother's behalf. The irony is that Kim didn't even _know_ Alipang felt that way about her--or doesn't _admit_ to having known--until Chilena ragged on her."

Pitik lightly snorted. "If Miss Tisdale didn't know how Alipang felt, she must be the _only_ student at East High who _didn't_ know."
 
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"Congratulations," Alipang told Jen politely, then resumed listening to the music without enthusiasm. He had even forgotten his intention of offering to help at the Pansit concession stand.
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Summer saw Alipang and walked over to him. "Thanks for talking with my dad. He really likes it. He doesn't get very many people who talk to him."
 
N-Fan, please give Summer's last name and Dad's first name!

"You're welcome, Summer. You know I feel best when I feel useful. Now, I haven't given this any thought up to now, but do you and your Mom have any plans to try to get him _walking_ again?"
 
Summer looked down. "We've been trying to figure out how to get him walking but haven't come up with anything. We thought of trying physical therapy but we can't afford it." She said.

OOC: Last Name: Heron
Dad's first name: Nick
 
Alipang pondered this. Then: "Summer, do you know anyone in construction or carpentry? What if something like parallel bars could be made, that he could hold himself up on with his hands? Like they have in rehab centers?"
 
"Hey that's a good idea. We have some stuff in the garage that might work to make something like that. I'll have to check." Summer smiled at Alipang. "Thanks Al."
 
"You're still welcome." Alipang actually smiled. "Let's keep our ears open for any news of houses in town being torn down; there might be stuff like sections of porch rail that could be used, if you don't already have all the material you need."
 
Alipang thought back to when his homeschooling association had toured a nursing home. "You know what, Summer, it doesn't take much formal education to help wheelchair-bound people exercise..." He looked around as if searching for something, then sighted a fist-sized rock under a bush. Picking it up--and ignoring a twinge of pain--he said, "Come on, Summer, let's get back to your Dad, and I'll show you."


{Mrs. Heron should be with her husband, should she not?}
 
Oops, N-Fan seems to have split the scene; but forgive me, I like this idea too much NOT to use it. This is loosely based on my own experience in nursing homes--and no, I don't mean as a PATIENT!!


When with Mr. Heron again, Alipang said to him, "Sir, there's something I want to try with you if it's okay..." He looked at Mrs. Heron, who seemed prepared to trust him. Summer's father uttered a vague "Uh-huh, 'kay."

Alipang pulled off his shirt, exposing his vast array of old gang-torture scars from the Filipino slum he had been rescued from. He used the shirt to wrap up the rock, so its roughness would not hurt Nick Heron's palms. "Now, sir, please let me move your arms; relax them and I'll sort of pick them up; tell me if it feels bad at all."

Mr. Heron slowly nodded. So Alipang raised the man's left arm some inches above the wheelchair's armrest, gently turning the wrist palm-up. Setting the wrapped rock on Mr. Heron's palm, he put one of his own hands under that hand of Mr. Heron's, and with his other hand grasped Mr. Heron's arm near the elbow. Giving support at both points, Alipang slowly lifted the arm and the stone a few inches higher. "Does anything hurt?"

Mr. Heron shook his head and smiled. The smile did not stop when arm and stone were lifted still higher, then let gradually down. "So far so good, sir. Now, I'm going to raise and lower your arm this way for about a dozen times, with me still supporting all of its weight. If that much doesn't hurt you, next I'm going to loosen my support of your arm just a little, to see if YOU can hold up even part of the weight of the stone."

As it turned out, Mr. Heron was able to support part of the stone's weight for three lifts with his dominant hand, to twice with the other hand. "No more," he eventually said, but not sounding as if he were in distress.

"Okay, sir, I'm taking back my rock," Alipang told him. "It might be enough for now just to do more _moving_ up and down of your arms. We don't want them to be all stiff--not if we want you to be able to _raise_ yourself on them." And he pulled his shirt back on.
 
Alipang described to Mrs. Heron the discussion he and Summer had just had about making parallel bars or something similar for Mr. Heron. "Maybe even carpenters' sawhorses could go into the construction; it wouldn't be for beauty but for function--kind of like me."

 
Melody and Harmony Havens contrived to be the very last faces painted by Kaitlyn Katon before she closed up her facepainting stand so she also could head for the concert stage. This done, Cecilia Havens hunted down Chilena so that "the babies" could show Big Sister their painted faces before Mom took them home in Chilena's car.

"Where's Al?" asked Cecilia. "Is he with Kim?" The second question was in a hopeful tone.
 
Callie, who had been standing nearby, looked at Chilena with eyebrows raised. "Chilena, Alipang was right there with you barely twenty minutes ago! Then Summer came by, and he went with her to see her Dad, Mr. Heron. Mrs. Havens, they went _that_ way. Mr. Heron would be in a wheelchair."

Cecilia thanked Callie, then looked at Chilena again. "I guess you lost track of the time, having Dan with you." She smiled at Dan to let him know she was not objecting to him being with Chilena. "I wonder if Al has anyone to share the time with in the same way? Well, honey, you enjoy the concert. Dan, you have her home no later than eleven-thirty;" and she turned to go looking for her son.
 
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