Watson entered Mr. Smith'soffice. The boss was a hard man. He fired people who didn't do well withoutgiving them a second chance.
"Watson,"said Mr. Smith, "this past year your department (部门) hasn't earned money. We're going to drop that department. It'sfinished. I'm sorry, but you will have to go now. ""But, sir if Ijust had a little more time. For the moment I need the job to keep my son atRiverside.
"What'sthat!!" said the boss. "Riverside! I didn't know you had a boy there.That's an expensive school for a man with your salary(薪水). ""I know, sir. But he likes it there so much! He's astar athlete and the best boxer in the school. The boys call him Champ there.
The boss sat seriouslystill for a long time- a faraway(恍惚) look inhis eyes. Then, suddenly, he said," We've got to close your department,Watson. But you'll take over a new job in another department. It means longerhours- maybe more pay. Now get out. You're here for life.
Watson got out, withsurprise on his face. Then the boss took a letter from the top drawer of hisdesk. It was Herbie's last letter from Riverside School written a few days beforehe died. He had read it over and over again with sick pain. The letter read:
Ican't say the boys here are any nicer to me than the others were. I guess it'sthe same everywhere when you 're a cripple(跛脚的人). But don't worry about me,Dad. And there's one boy here who is really great. He's a track star and boxingchamp (冠军)and just tops in chemistry. The boys call him Champ. He made them stop throwingmy books around. And he knocked a boy down who hit me. He is the best friend Iever had. Dad, I am so grateful to him. When I grow up, I want to do somethingfor Champ. Something big- that he won't even know about.
Your son,
Herbie