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       A Simple Gesture
       By: Admin Date: June 12, 2013, 11:39 pm
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       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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