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.”

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