Một ( Thật) – A Simple Gesture (True Story)
John W. Schlatter – : Nguyễn Văn Tiến
Một ( Thật)
Một ngày kia khi Mark đi bộ từ trường học về nhà anh
Bill nhắc Mark về chuyện xẩy ra bao nhiêu năm trước, vào ngày đầu tiên mà họ. “Mark, bạn có tự hỏi tại sao tôi mang rất nhiều về nhà ngày hôm đó?” Bill hỏi. “Bạn biết không, tôi dọn dẹp sạch sẽ tủ đựng vì tôi không muốn để lại một mớ cho bất cứ ai. Tôi cất giữ nhiều viên thuốc ngủ của mẹ tôi và tôi sửa soạn về nhà để tự tử. Nhưng sau khi và cười đùa, tôi rằng nếu tôi tự tử, tôi sẽ bỏ gian – đùa vui với bạn – trong ngày hôm đó và sẽ bỏ lỡ nhiều của những ngày . Mark ơi, khi bạn giúp tôi nhặt nhạnh những cuốn sách của ngày hôm đó, bạn đã giúp tôi hơn thế rất nhiều, bạn đã tôi.”
A Simple Gesture (True Story)
Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden. As they walked Mark discovered the boy’s name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. They arrived at Bill’s home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke and to watch some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk, then Mark went home. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long awaited senior year came and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.
Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. “Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?” asked Bill. “You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn’t want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mothers sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more, you saved my life.”