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Mount Everest
At an elevation of 29,028 feet (8848 meters) above sea level, Mount
Everest is the world’s tallest mountain. Mount Everest is relatively
young, having been formed only 60 million years ago, and it is still
growing a few millimeters every year!
"Wh a t us e is a fis h tank with a hole in the bottom ? " his father
a s k ed. B ut Jus tin s im ply sm iled and repeate d his m otto, "Nev er
th row any thing out, y ou nev er k now when it m ight com e in
h a n dy ."
Wh en Jus tin was away from hom e, he alway s carried his blue
ba ck pack . He lik ed to think of it as a s m aller v ers ion of his
bedroom —a place to store the m any obj ects that he collecte d. I t
wa s s o worn and s tretched that it hardly res em bled a back pack
a n y m ore. I t was full of the k ind of things that s eem ed
u n im portant, but when us ed with a little im agination, m ight com e
in h a ndy .
J u s tin had earned a reputation for figurin g things out and getting
people out of otherwis e hopeles s s ituations . Many of his
cla s s m ates and neighbors sought him out when they needed help
with a problem . On the firs t day of s chool, his friend K enny , cam e
look in g for Jus tin.
"Do you think you hav e s om ething in y our bag that could help m e
rem em ber my lock er com bination? " he as k ed. "I los t the scrap of
pa per it was written on. I hav e s cience clas s in two m inutes and if
I ’m la te on the firs t day it’ll m ak e m e look bad for the res t of the
y ea r." K enny look ed genuinely worried .
"Rela x ," Jus tin s aid, tak ing his back pack off and unzippin g the
top. "Rem em ber how y ou borrowed my notebook in hom eroom to
write the com bination down? Well, I k now how we can recov er
wh a t y ou wrote."
He took the notebook and a s oft lead pencil out of his bag. The
pa ge that K enny had written on had left faint indentations on
a n oth er page in the notebook . Jus tin held the pencil on its s ide
a n d rubbed it lightly ov er the indentati ons . Slowly but surely the
n u m bers of the lock er com bination appeared in white, s et off by
th e gray pencil rubbings .
"Th a t’s am azing!" K enny s aid. "I owe y ou one." And he das hed off
to open his lock er.
"I f we had a m agnet," s aid Mr. Tran, "we could eas ily coax it out
th a t way . But I loaned all of the magnet k its to the elem entary
s ch ool y es terday ."
J u s tin was already s earching through his back pack . "I hav e s om e
m a terials that will work j us t as well, I think ," he told Mr. Tran. He
pu lled out a battery , an iron nail, and s om e electr ica l wire and
ta pe, while Mr. Tran and the other s tudents look ed on in
a m a zem ent.
"Wh y do y ou hav e all of that s tuff? " L ouis e B axter as k ed. Jus tin
j u s t s m iled and repeated his m otto. "Nev er throw any thing out,
y ou n ev er k now when it m ight com e in handy ."
B y wrapping the wire around the nail and taping each end to a
ba ttery term inal, he was able to mak e a m agnet s trong enough to
lift th e rod out of the crack .
A fter s chool, Jus tin rode the bus to the m all where he work ed at a
m u s ic s tore. His bos s , Gail, was tak ing inv entory of all of the CDs
a n d tapes in the clas s ical m us ic s ection. As he helped a cus tom er
a t th e regis ter, Jus tin heard her excla im , "Oh, no! I forgot my
gla s s es ! There’s no way I can read this lis t without them ." Jus tin
s igh ed, pick ed up his back pack , and walk ed ov er to Gail.
"I th ink I can help y ou ou t," he said, unzipping the bag. While
Ga il watched in s urpris e, he pulled out a j ar of petroleum j elly , a
wa s h er, a glas s s lide, and a s mall bottle of water. He put the j elly
on th e bottom of the was her, placed it s ecurely , j elly - s ide down,
on th e glas s s lide, and then put a drop of water in the center of
th e was her.
He pu t the contraption on top of the inv entory lis t and s aid to his
bos s , "See what happens when y ou look through the water
drople t." Gail look ed and her ey es widened with delight.
"Wow!" s he cried. "I t enlarges the print that I ’m look ing at, j us t
lik e a m agnify ing glass !" She patted Jus tin on the back . "I ’m all
s et n ow," she s aid. "Thank s ."
J u s tin sm iled. "No problem , " he s aid, returning to the regis ter.
I t was j us t another day in the life of the boy whos e motto was
"Nev er throw any thing out, y ou nev er know when it m ight com e in
h a n dy ."
an award
asked
pushed
begged
annoyed
grateful
disinterested
angry.