Mr. 貢丸

This is another story; however, I wanna share now.

In my opinion, the American who live in Boston are kinder and friendlier than the American living in New York.

For instance, my housemates, ok, this is another stories, and I will tell you later.

The bus drivers, office stuffs, and so on, but my classmates. Ok, I don't know what's wrong with my classmates or me, anyway, forget it.

To the point, a man who you even didn't know what his name is let me almost cry-Alan, I do remember the name after he did and said sth things to me.

This guy, Alan(I must put his name anywhere because I deeply respect him.), I met him when I advertised for the Chinese New Year Party.

 As usual, I said how u doing to everyone passed me.

 And I saw one old man, around 50 years old, sitting in a sofa and looking at me whlie I said hello loudly to other guys.

I was looking at him and said "Are you looking at me? Yes, you are. how about joining the Chinese New Year Party?"

He responsed "I couldn't go there, but maybe my girlfriend could."

 "What?" a old man has a mate and calls her as grilfriend, this situation in Taiwan is ridiculous.

 And we continued to chat a few mins.

After two days(last afternoon), we met again in campus center.

I am waiting a bus to apply for social security card in New Bedford,MA.

If I took the bus, it would take 20 mins. And he asked me about the Chinese New Year Party, and apologized to me for not going to the party.

But I said "Never mind, you had a job at that night."

Then, he asked why I stood up there. I explained I waited for the bus, but it didn't show.

And he told me he could pick me up tomorrow morning. You know...At the moment, I didn't know his name.

Of course, he introduced to me, but I couldn't remember.

This morning, I didn't know why my clock didn't wake me up until Am8:25.

But we have to meet in campus center at Am8:30. Of course, I was late. What a shame!! Don't do this stupid thing anymore, poor J.

While I arrived there, he was standing outside and reading a newspaper.

He drived for me to the social security building and went inside with me.

He paid parking fee,waited for a lazy guy, and drived for me---what I did is said "thank you." We do know each other two days?

It shocked me, a mean guy.

Of course, I often do sths for other people, but I do have some purposes for them.

But he did whole things for me, I did feel he wanted to earn sths or money from me.

Whlie he drived me to my school, he talked with me.

 He told me he often tried to help other people, but not for money.

"Friends don't need to charge money even though I am a poor guy ." he said and silmed.

I said "you do have many friends, don't you?" He told to me about his best friend who he ate with for 25 years but passed away.

I listened the story, and I felt sad and sorrow as I lost my best friend.

The story is very short, maybe two or three sentences, but it touched my heart.

I do wanna cry not only his kindness but also his story.