is a nice story. It really shows that friendship can be found anywhere, at any
Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy walking ahead
of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with
two sweaters, 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 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."