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.”
-John W. Schlatter (true story)
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