那个树下男孩，我怎么会不记得呢？
“哦，当然记得，”我回答，“他可是一个很可爱的年轻人。他还好吗？”
在长时间的停顿过后，约翰逊夫人说：“这个星期，当我的汤米放学回家时，被一辆汽车撞了，就这样走了。”我感到十分震惊，对汤米的辞世表示哀悼。
“我只是想打电话告诉您，”她说，“因为汤米曾多次地提到您。我想让您知道，这个秋天，他信心十足地回到学校，结交了新朋友，成绩也提高了，甚至还出去和女孩子约会垢次。我想谢谢您，您对他的改变起了很大作用。近来几个月是他生命中最美好的时光。”
刹那间，我才明白，每天奉献一点是多么容易。你或许从不知道，每一点善意的举动会给别人带来多大的影响。我尽可能多地讲述这个故事，并试着说服其他人留心他们的树下男孩。
the boy under the tree
david coleman ＆ kevin randall
in the summer recess bete, i h-school leadership camp hosted by a college in michigan. i hly involved in most campus activities, and i jumped at the opportunity.
about an hour into the first day of camp, d the frenzy2 of ice—breakers and forced interactions, i first noticed the boy under the tree. he ile. only fifty feet aer campers bodies, playing, joking and meeting each other, but the boy under the tree seemed to him, but i remembered the instructions from the senior staff to stay alert for campers ht feel left out.
as i uess.” i calmly asked him if he .”
i could sense that he n to him. but i somehoht to push him, either. he didn’t need a pep talk; he needed a friend. after several silent moments, my first interaction with the boy under the tree was over.
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