Friday, January 17, 2014

Sức mạnh của hành động

Tình bạn
"Trong đời người có những giây phút thật gay go. Khi đó sự cô độc là nỗi bất hạnh lớn và ta cần có bạn bè".

Một ngày kia, khi rời trường học về nhà, tôi thấy một bạn cùng lớp đang rảo bước đằng trước. Đó là Kyle. Bạn ấy có lẽ mang cả tủ đồ dùng trong trường về nhà. Tôi nghĩ thầm: “Sao cậu này tha hết sách về nhà vào cuối tuần; chắc hẳn là một gã mọt sách đây”. Tôi có một lịch đi chơi cuối tuần dày đặc: nào tiệc tùng, đá bóng… Vậy nên, tôi nhún vai và rảo bước. Khi đi ngang qua Kyle, tôi thấy đám trẻ chạy qua, va vào bạn ấy. Sách trên tay bạn bắn tung toé. Kính của bạn ấy văng xa. Kyle nhìn lên và tôi thấy một nỗi buồn sâu thẳm trong đôi mắt đó. Tôi nhặt kính lên trao cho bạn ấy. Kyle nhìn tôi khẽ nói:

- Xin cảm ơn bạn - và nở một nụ cười đầy biết ơn.

Tôi nhặt sách vở lại và hỏi bạn ở đâu. Hóa ra, Kyle ở gần nhà tôi.

Chúng tôi trò chuyện suốt đường về. Tôi giúp bạn bằng cách mang bớt sách. Bạn ấy thật tuyệt. Tôi rủ Kyle cùng chơi bóng vào thứ bảy. Thế là chúng tôi không lúc nào rời nhau.

Hơn bốn năm trôi qua, Kyle và tôi trở thành đôi bạn thân thiết. Khi chọn trường đại học, Kyle chọn trường Y còn tôi theo đuổi ngành kinh doanh. Tôi biết rằng chúng tôi mãi mãi là bạn vì khoảng cách chẳng có ý nghĩa gì với cả hai.

Kyle là một học sinh nổi trội trong lớp. Chúng tôi luôn gọi bạn ấy là mọt sách. Trong ngày tốt nghiệp, Kyle được chọn là học sinh đọc diễn văn trước trường. Bạn ấy trông thật căng thẳng. Tôi hích vai bạn và thì thầm "Này, ông tướng, cậu trông thật tuyệt".

Kyle nhìn tôi, cái nhìn đầy cảm kích và nói: "Xin cảm ơn, bồ tèo".

Khi bắt đầu đọc vài diễn văn, Kyle hắng giọng: "Tốt nghiệp là dịp chúng ta nói lời cảm ơn với những người giúp ta đi qua những năm tháng khó khăn - Đó là cha mẹ, thầy cô, thân hữu – có thể là huấn luyện viên - nhưng đặc biệt là bạn bè. Tôi muốn nói rằng, được là bạn của một ai đó chính là món quà tuyệt vời mà Thượng đế ban cho ta. Tôi muốn kể với các bạn về câu chuyện của bản thân".

Tôi thật sự ngạc nhiên khi Kyle kể câu chuyện về cái ngày đầu tiên chúng tôi gặp nhau. Lúc đó, Kyle đang gặp chuyện buồn, chán đến mức có ý định tự sát. Kyle đã dọn sạch tủ sách riêng trong trường để mẹ mình đỡ tốn công. Kyle nhìn tôi và mỉm cười: "Thật may mắn tôi đã được cứu. Bạn tôi đã kéo tôi lại bằng những hành động quan tâm chứ không phải bằng lời nói".

Tôi nhìn về phía cha mẹ Kyle và thấy họ đang nhìn tôi mỉm cười – cái nhìn đầy biết ơn mà chỉ đến lúc ấy tôi mới nhận thấy sự sâu thẳm của nó.

Translated by Lai Tu Quynh

The power of your actions


One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend the following afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes.

My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him, and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, I saw a tear in his eye.

I handed him his glasses and said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives."

He looked at me and said, "Hey, thanks!" There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. It turned out he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before coming to this school.

I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play football on Saturday with me and my friends. He said yes. We hung all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him. And my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, "Damn boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!". He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.

When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class.

I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day arrived - I saw Kyle and he looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than me and all the girls loved him!

Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!"

He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story."

I stared at my friend in disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. "Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable."

I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize its depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."

By Author unknown

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