‘Come with me,’ I said. ‘Let me buy you a meal. Please.’
He hesitated, his pride preventing him from agreeing, but I didn’t take no for an answer.
In the end, he nodded.
We walked into a small pizzeria nearby, and from the way he ate, I realised he hadn’t had a proper meal in a long time. I held back tears as I watched him. No one should have to live like that, especially someone who once gave everything to help a lost little girl.
After dinner, I took him to a clothing shop and bought him some warm clothes. He protested at first, but I insisted.
‘It’s the least I can do for you,’ I told him.
He finally agreed, ran his hand over his coat as if he’d forgotten what warmth was.
But I wasn’t done helping him yet.
I drove him to a small motel on the outskirts of town and got him a room.
‘Just for a while,’ I assured him when he hesitated. ‘You deserve a warm bed and a hot shower, Mark.’
He looked at me with something I couldn’t understand. I think it was gratitude. Or maybe disbelief.
‘You don’t have to do all that, kid,’ he said.
‘I know,’ I said softly. ‘But I want to.’
The next morning I met Mark outside the motel.
His hair was still damp from his shower, and he looked like a completely different person in his new clothes.
‘I want to help you get back on your feet,’ I said. ‘We can get your papers reinstated, find you a place to live long-term. I can help.’
Mark smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes. ‘I appreciate that, kid. Appreciate it a lot. But I don’t have much time left.’
I frowned. ‘What do you mean?’
He exhaled slowly, looking outside. ‘The doctors say my heart is failing. There’s not much they can do. I can feel it too. I won’t last much longer.’
‘No. There must be something…’
He shook his head. ‘I’m resigned to it.’
Then he smiled at me. ‘There’s just one thing I’d like to do before I go. I want to see the ocean one last time.’
‘Okay,’ I managed to say. ‘I’ll take you. We’ll go tomorrow, okay?’
It was about 350 miles to the ocean, so I had to take the day off from the hospital. I asked Mark to come to my place the next day so we could drive there together, and he agreed.
But just as we were about to leave, my phone rang.
It was the hospital.
‘Sophia, we need you,’ my colleague said urgently. ‘A young girl has just been admitted. Severe internal bleeding. We don’t have another surgeon available.’
I looked at Mark as I finished speaking.
‘I-’ My voice trailed off. ‘I have to go.’
Mark nodded understandingly. ‘Of course you need to. Go save that girl. That’s what you’re supposed to do.’
‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘But we’ll go anyway, I promise.’
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He smiled. ‘I know, baby.’
I rushed to the hospital. The surgery was long and gruelling, but it was a success. The little girl had survived. I should have been relieved, but all I could think about was Mark.
As soon as I was done, I drove straight back to the motel. My hands shook as I knocked on his door.
There was no answer.
I knocked again.
Still nothing.
I asked the motel clerk to unlock the door, and a wistful feeling settled in my stomach.
When it opened, my heart shattered.
Mark was lying on the bed, his eyes closed, his face calm. He was gone.
I stood there, unable to move. I couldn’t believe he was gone.
I had promised to take him to the ocean. I promised.
But I was too late.
‘I’m so sorry,’ I whispered as tears ran down my cheeks. ‘I’m so sorry I was late…’
I never got to take Mark to the ocean, but I made sure he was buried on the shore.
He is gone from my life forever, but he taught me one thing – to be kind. His kindness saved my life 30 years ago, and now I carry it with me.
In every patient I treat, every stranger I help, and every problem I try to solve, I carry Mark’s kindness with me, hoping to give others the same compassion he once showed me.
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