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Forgiving the unforgivable
In a hurry to get back down to my basement office, I glanced quickly through the pile of mail in the kitchen table. There was a letter from the district attorney in Corolado who was prosecuting our case. The blood began to bound in my head
Six months earlier, our 21-year-old son, Jonny had relocated to Corolado, excited about a new job and eager to explore another part of the country. Nine weeks laters, he was shot to death.
Tearing open the envelope, I discovered the trial date had been set. The prosecuter wanted Kathy and me to write a letter to the judge telling him what kind of person Jonny had been, how his death had affected our family. The district attorney asked, "What sentence would you recommend for the yound woman who killed your son?" For months, I had avoided thinking about her. Now, I realised the depth of my anger. No prison term could restore my son's life!
I remembered that telephone call on Labor Day evening. "John," Kathy had called, "pick up the extension. Jonny's friend, Tom is calling from Corolado and wants to talk to both of us"
- Hi Tom. How is everything?
For a moment, I thought we had been disconnected. Then a strained voice replied:
- I have to tell you that Jonny had been shot.
- Shot??? How is he??? I shouted
- He is dead.
Numbly we listened as Tom sharkily pilled out the story.
- We were camping and Jonny went to wash his mess kit. Suddenly, there was a shot and he fell down.
After we hung up, Kathy and I clung to each other.
- Tom mush have got it wrong. He may be shot but he has to be okay. I said
In our bedroom, I reached for the crucifix that hangs on the wall. Cluching Kathy and the cross, I cried:
- I don't know what is happening, God, but make it not so. Please, heal Jonny and protect our family.
The telephone rang again. It was the sheriff:
- Mr and Mrs Collian, I hate to tell you this...
Jonny was dead.
A young woman staying at the same campground as Jonny and Tom had awakened that morning "feeling irritable." To vent her frustrations she was shooting her rifle at random targets. When she spotted Jonny washing his utensils at a water spigot, she said to her boyfriend:
- What me scare that guy.
Instead she put a bullet in his heart....
Explanation:
The blood began to bound in my head: Máu nóng bắt đầu dồn lên mặt tôi
The depth of my anger :Giận dữ tột đỉnh
Pick up the extension: Nhấc điện thoại (ở một máy khác)
Pill out the story: Kết thúc câu chuyện
To vent one??Ts frustrations: Xua tan đi sự bực dọc
It's very nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice