From: "D. Monica Briggs" Newsgroups: alt.ql.creative Subject: Life - part four of four Date: Sun, 10 Nov 1996 20:30:21 -0500 Message-Id: <328681AD.56F7@worldnet.att.net> This is the last chapter of my story. Ref. to Star-crossed. CHAPTER FOUR "Yo, Josh," Juan called to me from across the crowded student parking lot. It was the end of the day, and the lot was full of students rushing to get home after a long day at school. I was standing right next ot my son's jeep opening the red door. "Josh, can you give me a ride home?" "Sure," I agreed. My son probably agreed to the same thing, and that was why Juan was in the car during the accient. "Thanks, man." Juan walked obver to the jeep, and got in on the passenger side. I started the jeep, and drove out of the lot. Juan leaned over to the dashboard, and turned on the radio. Immediately, lkoud noise started to thump from the speakers. *Why must teenagers always have to listen to loud blaring music?* I continued to drive down the road carefully. "You just missed my house?" Juan said as he looked as his surroundings. "Just let me off here." I stopped the jeep, and he got out. "Thanks, man," he said before he started to walk down the road. "I'll see you tomorrow." *If I wasn't driving, you would never see your friend again, and neither would I.* "Bye," I said back to him. When I turned around, I noticed that Al was now sitting in the passenger seat next to me. "You've made it, buddy." "i know," I commented as I started to head back to my old house, the one place which I remembered exactly where it was. "Josh is going to be fine now. Why didn't I leap?" "After you almost collided with that Cady this morning, I don't think it would be a good idea." "I guess that you have a oint there." I did not want my son to actully get into a accident right after I had just saved him by avoidint the original one. "Sam, you might not remember this, but I do," Al stated. "Right after Josh's death, you really poured yourself into your work, like you did after your divorce. This time though it was your work of helping others by leaping, instead of meaningless peperwork and theories. You plegded that you would dedicate your life to others, because of his death." "So, it was my own son's death that moved me to save complete strangers." "I guess you could say that," he commented. "You were planning to leap for a long time before that heppened though. I have a really good feeling that you would of done the exact same things that you did for others, regardless of Josh. Your heart is just too damn big." "I think so too,' I said. "Al, do you want to know something?" "What?" "I think that you always would be directly helping me help others. No matter what your life might bring." I didn't just think so. I knew so. I parked the jeep in a empty space in front of my house. It was a long time since I say my home. I looked at the house. The front door was starting to open slowly. Al saw the opening door too. Al was pushing some buttons on the handlink. "Sam, I know it's not you who's coming out right now, because Ziggy says that you're at work." He hesitated for a moment. "Unless, it's -" "Unless, it's who Al?" I leaped out before Al could give me a reply. ____________________________________ THE END! :-) D. Monica Briggs "I'll be there for you, 'cause you're there for me too." - Friend's theme song.