Bouseksou's story

Dear Sir,
I am writing to tell you how happy I feel, because at least there is somebody who cares about u. and gives us the opportunity of expressing ourselves. I am thanking you again Mr.
This morning as you told us to do, I have read this story in front of my classmates even if I was little bit shy , and you may have noticed that from my voice . Anyway, this is the story.

It was a foggy summer night and as I have read in many stories and watched in many movies, all the bad things happen in foggy nights. It all started with a phone call in which one of my relatives invited me to a trip. I could not refuse his invitation, because boredom was slowly invading my life. So I decided to go.
After an hour and a half, we met in the airport. Then, we got on to the plane. The latter was crowded by travellers from many nationalities and with various characters. But there was a man who particularly attracted all my attention. He was a tall man with a funny haircut. He was dressed in black, the colour of evil as most people think of it. He gave the impression of a criminal. Just from the way he was staring at everybody on the plane, one could tell his was a real one.
After one hour of flying through a cloudless sky, the man stood up and showed a heavy belt of explosives surrounding his waist. The passengers were terrified and some of them immediately fainted. My suspicions were right. The man threatened to burn the plane if somebody moved. The helpless passengers’ reaction was panic. Yet, a grey haired man and a sun-tanned young woman had still some courage left to beg the terrorist to have mercy on them. But, all their attempts were in vain. The anxiety quickly spread through the plane.
When I saw that my life and others lives were on a razor edge , I thought of putting an end to this awkward moment. The only thing I could notice was the sadness quite visible on the face of the terrorist. Then I could conclude that the man was suffering from something. Maybe he was in need of somebody who could listen to his problems.
Then I dared ask him about the reason which pushed him to do put his life and ours in danger. The man was somewhat startled by my question. Quite unexpectedly, he started to tell his story. He said that it was almost about six months that he lost his wife and his two young sons in a plane crash. After that fatal accident, he could not bear life without them. He spent all his waking hours mired in alcoholic grief and self-pity. And that abrupt change in his fortune made him feel guilty and put an early end to his life as he thought.
His story left a profound impact on everybody on the plane. We all felt tears in our eyes and some of us tried to hide that in their inside. It was a saddening story full of grief.
When he noticed that we gave him the opportunity of expressing his feelings , I took advantage on that to persuade him saying that it would be better to have confidence in the law before his own conscience would kill him.
Now, he is spending the rest of his life in jail. Indeed, it is among the greatest experiences I have ever spent in my nightmares.


By Bousekssou