I was a sophomore in the old Albany High School, which was down on lower Western Avenue. One day in the cafeteria after lunch, a friend of mine asked if she could borrow a nickle. She wasn't in my inner circle of friends, but I'd known her since elementary school and she was nice enough.
I had thirty-five cents on me, just enough for bus fare. I gave her a nickle, knowing I'd now have to walk nearly a mile and a half home after school.
"Thanks," she said. "Now I can have an ice cream sandwich and take the bus home."
I didn't ask for the nickle back, and I didn't enjoy the walk home that day, either. But I did learn that sometimes you have to speak up for yourself; sometimes you can be too nice. For a mere nickle, I sure got my money's worth in terms of lessons learned.
P.S. I saw her last summer while I was in Albany. I'm totally thinner, probably because I got in that extra exercise.