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"Thanks for the performance." When he finished, I said to him, "I am all cool now. Enjoy your night."
Shortly after, we left the restaurant. Hand gave the waiter a big tip. He also asked the waiter to hand to the party a card of his. He wrote on the back of the card, "Merry Christmas and Thanks for the pepper and performance!" The front side of card had nothing on it, but a picture of a cowboy sitting on a bull, playing flute.
In the car, the gang excitedly talked about every detail of the fun evening. Apparently they all had enjoyed the night.
"Jack," Hand said, "you did a great job! Way beyond what I could ever expect! "
"You really got talent, Jack!" Grace and Prada also commented.
I was very happy too. This was fun, indeed! The 60 dollars I got was actually nothing comparable to my experience tonight.
I asked Hand how much money they had spent on this prank, he said, "Perhaps a grand".
"Isn't that too expensive just for a prank?"
"Well, It is a Christmas gift." Hand said, " In retrospect, life consists only of a collection of memories. At the time we die, the meaning of our lives is perhaps no more than the things we actually remember. So if you agree with me on that, no christmas gift would compare to a fun piece of memory, would it?"
"That sounds deep …" I said, "But don't you think a grand is too much?"
"To make a difference, SOMETHING has to be paid." Hand smiled." Do you agree?"
From the way he spoke, I felt that Hand wanted to tell me something. As I was still trying to figure out, the car stopped at my Salvation Army residence.
I then knew, I am back to the reality, and it is the time that I should leave.
But, somehow, I wasn't ready to leave.
Leaving this car felt like leaving behind a different life, which I just had a taste of.
"Guess I gotta go." I opened the car door and stepped out.
Everything has an end. What ought to be left behind has to be left behind.
"Merry Christmas!" Grace and Prada reached out from the window and each gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I felt some warmth, in this cold winter night, as well as a bit of sadness, after this great fun time.
"Merry Christmas." I greeted back.
"Jack," Hand rolled down the window."Just to finish off what I was going to say," He looked at me, paused for a second, and said, "life can indeed be different, Jack," he looked at me in the eyes, "if you so choose."
The gang zoomed away.
Watching their car disappearing at the end of the road, I knew, this Christmas was different.
Quite different.
(The End)
Shortly after, we left the restaurant. Hand gave the waiter a big tip. He also asked the waiter to hand to the party a card of his. He wrote on the back of the card, "Merry Christmas and Thanks for the pepper and performance!" The front side of card had nothing on it, but a picture of a cowboy sitting on a bull, playing flute.
In the car, the gang excitedly talked about every detail of the fun evening. Apparently they all had enjoyed the night.
"Jack," Hand said, "you did a great job! Way beyond what I could ever expect! "
"You really got talent, Jack!" Grace and Prada also commented.
I was very happy too. This was fun, indeed! The 60 dollars I got was actually nothing comparable to my experience tonight.
I asked Hand how much money they had spent on this prank, he said, "Perhaps a grand".
"Isn't that too expensive just for a prank?"
"Well, It is a Christmas gift." Hand said, " In retrospect, life consists only of a collection of memories. At the time we die, the meaning of our lives is perhaps no more than the things we actually remember. So if you agree with me on that, no christmas gift would compare to a fun piece of memory, would it?"
"That sounds deep …" I said, "But don't you think a grand is too much?"
"To make a difference, SOMETHING has to be paid." Hand smiled." Do you agree?"
From the way he spoke, I felt that Hand wanted to tell me something. As I was still trying to figure out, the car stopped at my Salvation Army residence.
I then knew, I am back to the reality, and it is the time that I should leave.
But, somehow, I wasn't ready to leave.
Leaving this car felt like leaving behind a different life, which I just had a taste of.
"Guess I gotta go." I opened the car door and stepped out.
Everything has an end. What ought to be left behind has to be left behind.
"Merry Christmas!" Grace and Prada reached out from the window and each gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I felt some warmth, in this cold winter night, as well as a bit of sadness, after this great fun time.
"Merry Christmas." I greeted back.
"Jack," Hand rolled down the window."Just to finish off what I was going to say," He looked at me, paused for a second, and said, "life can indeed be different, Jack," he looked at me in the eyes, "if you so choose."
The gang zoomed away.
Watching their car disappearing at the end of the road, I knew, this Christmas was different.
Quite different.
(The End)
