About life, translated…
After I saw the movie, “My Teenage Years”, I’d recalled my high school days, recalled how that guy that fixed up my bicycle, I’d wanted to tell him, “I’m truly, grateful to you.”
That day, I’d, hopped on my bicycle, to meet the school bus. Because it was, a very old and torn up bicycle, I’d always felt embarrassed as I rode it out, wanted to spend, as little time on it as I possibly can, and still, my biggest fear still came true, after I came out of a corner, the chains fell off of the wheels.
Holy! I’m totally, even more, embarrassed here.
In high school, I got embarrassed really easily, didn’t know how to ask for help, and, I can only, watch the second, the minutes, pass me by, the pedestrians moved past me, one by one.
All of a sudden, a boy showed up, without a second word, he’d squatted down, and fixed up my bicycle. I was filled with gratitude, but I worried about being late, and I didn’t know how to say thank you to him, caused me to, hope on the bicycle, the second right after he’d fixed it for me, rode off quickly, leaving him, with black oils on his hands…
On the mornings that came later, I saw him, walk towards the school bus, knowing that it would be a good opportunity to thank him, but I just, couldn’t work up the courage to.
It’s been over twenty years now, I’d finally, saved up the courage, and I can, finally verbalize my gratitude: thanks, for saving me that day, helping me out when I’d needed it the most, and you’d given me, a memory worth savoring during my youthful days.
And so, this, is receiving the help from a stranger, but, because you were in your teenage years, when everything felt awkward, and, you didn’t know how to talk to boys, so, although you’re grateful to that boy who’d helped you fix up your bicycle, you couldn’t say thank you to him, and now, it’s, twenty years later, and you can finally, call out to that young boy from way back, and say, “thanks!”