《Fool Bobby.》
Every time when I came back to my hometown to the east of Yosemite National Park, and passed the crossroad bridge at North Caravan on my car, I would always remember Charlie Bobby. He was standing on the center of the road and directing the traffic. Whenever I thought about him, I would always feel grief and sorrowful. Although Bobby has been dead for several years, and everything has changed along the broad crossroad, I would never forget Bobby’s honest and funny appearance. Since then, I was driven by some strong emotions and wanted to write an article in memory of Bobby. I want to share with my readers the life of an idiot, including his happiness and sorrow.
Charlie Bobby was not really a friend of mine. He was merely one of those townsmen that I’ve known since my childhood. In fact, he was a well-known mentally-ill person in the town.
I remember that Bobby and his parents had been living in North Caravan when I was a school boy. His parents had a clinic in the town. At that time, Bobby was already a mentally-retarded boy. People said he was a postnatal mild schizophrenia sufferer. For this reason, he was no different from a normal child. You won’t find out that he was a mentally-retarded child if you haven’t heard him speaking. Bobby was 18 or 19 years old at that time.
He was tall, and often wore a brown sweater and a pair of overalls. He likes to stay with people and observe what they were doing. People would always be amused by his dull, idiotic and funny face. That’s one of the reasons why people love to make fun of him.
Although Bobby was truly an idiot, he could not stand for other people calling him an idiot! That was the funniest thing to us. If some children called him by the nickname, “Idiot Bobby”, he would burst into anger and chase us in a rage. If someone runs slower than others, he would be a victim of Bobby’s revenge. Bobby would “torture” this unlucky boy by choking him and squeezing his arms!
Although all school boys knew how dangerous it was to make fun of Bobby, it still became a frequent game for us after school to show our bravery.
William Snow, the automobile mechanic in the gas station of our town, was a tall, sturdy, cheerful young man in his twenties. Like other children in the town, He often made fun of Bobby. He would say, “Idiot Bobby! How old are you?”,
“Idiot Bobby! When will you marry?
What will you do with your wife?”
Although Bobby was mentally-retarded, he could understand the meaning of Snow’s remarks. Whenever William Snow made fun of him, he would stand still and stared at him angrily, with his face turned deadly pale! He won’t walk away unless someone has persuaded him to do so. Bobby certainly bore grudges. I thought that he had told everything to his mother. Some people said one day, Snow suffered from diarrhea and went to the clinic to see the doctor. Bobby’s mother gave him a sharp, painful injection on the buttocks to teach him how painful it would be if he humiliated her beloved son.
Although Bobby was mentally-retarded, he has the same mentality as all normal people have. He also knew what human dignity is! If we call him “Bobby” respectfully, he would answer us with a silly, honest smile. He would even be willing to play with us and do whatever we asked him to do. We would say to him, “Bobby, send my schoolbag to my home!”,
“Bobby, buy me an ice-cream!”
There was one thing particularly impressed me. Everyday, when we have to go to school with a heavy schoolbag on our shoulders, Bobby would roam on the streets on his bicycle, with his beloved pet dog running beside him. We were so envious of his leisure! Whenever we saw him roaming on the streets, we would shout out loud to him, “Hey! Bobby, why won’t you go to school?”
“Mom said I can’t count numbers!”
“Then why won’t you study literature?”
Bobby’s father was the doctor of the clinic, which is the only one in our town. His mother was a housewife and a part-time nurse of the clinic. Bobby has two sisters. Bobby’s family was wealthy, because they have two very expensive cars. Bobby must be the most beloved child in his family. He was well-fed and always wore very clean clothes. When Bobby was twenty, his mother found a job for him: to deliver newspaper for the people in the town. Undoubtedly, Bobby loved this job and worked hard. Every morning, people would see him wearing an old-fashioned mailman hat, riding on a bicycle and delivering newspaper to various households. When he arrived at a house, he would shout out the name of the house-owner, and put the newspaper carefully into their mailboxes. When he found out that someone’s mailbox was broken, he would voluntarily fix it up for them.
At that time, the townsmen were talking about an interesting thing: One day, when Bobby was delivering newspaper in the morning, he discovered that two newspapers were missing. That means two clients would not get newspapers that day. This incident apparently annoyed Bobby. He went back in a hurry and asked everyone he met whether they had seen the missing newspapers. When he found out that it was impossible to find out these newspapers, he rushed to the downtown tens of kilometers away on his bicycle, and bought two newspapers at his own expense. It was getting dark when he delivered the newspapers to his clients. We were deeply impressed by Bobby’s honesty.
Although Bobby has never been to school, he has an amazing physiological function that I still find it marvelous nowadays. He has an extraordinary memory! He could correctly memorize every number that you have showed to him in an instant. Bobby’s talent attracted the attention of Mr. Dale, the math teacher in our school. He gave a test to Bobby and found out an amazing result that Bobby could remember the 127th number of the Pi. The biggest hobby of Bobby was watching global news and local news on TV. Every people in the town, no matter adults or children, would make fun of him and ask him, “Bobby, what was going on yesterday?”
“Terrible! President Ronald Reagan made a speech at the White House. He reiterated the Strategic Defense Initiative. The world will be shrouded by a cloud of nuclear war!”
“And what’s going on in California?”
“Yesterday 10:25 p.m., 3 cars rear-ended 127 kilometers away from the Barstow Highway. 7 people died and 5 injured.”
“What’s going on in our city?”
“Unfortunately, Mayor Jeff Cowens was in hospital, because he felt uncomfortable on his feet.” Bobby could learn all TV news by heart. But undoubtedly, he could only recall and describe things mechanically. He could not enhance the diversified information in his memory to the level of concept and understand them comprehensively.
Later, Mr. Dale told us, although Bobby could memorize a series of numbers of Pi, he could not understand what Pi is at all, let alone the simplest mathematical formula or law! This explains that Bobby has a low synthetic thinking capability and his IQ was similar to that of an 8 or 9-year-old child! It’s no wonder that Bobby likes to play with children.
It was interesting that Bobby’s knowledge of good and evil was simple. He would simply distinguish good and evil based on people’s attitude to him. Bobby could understand people’s goodwill. He would always return good for evil. I remember that when I was in college, Bobby was already in his thirties, and I would amuse him every time when I went home, “Bobby, what’s going on recently?”
“Bad news, President Bush has given his authorization. Defense Minister Cheney has issued new operation orders. The Kitty Hawk approached the Persian Gulf. The Gulf War is on the verge of breaking out.”
“If the war broke out, will you join the army?”
“I have never been to West Point. I can’t shoot. They won’t let me join them!”
“But you can be a messenger on the battlefield!”
Apparently, Bobby was depressed. He was a patriot indeed!
I have to mention the biggest deficiency in Bobby’s personality: He always lies on some specific aspects! I don’t know whether he lied for the sake of vanity, or was influenced by people who like to talk nonsense. All in all, he always made up some absurd and strange stories. His attitude was so natural, as if he was eating or drinking water. For example, if people ask him, “Hey, Bobby, where did you go the day before yesterday?”
He would answer presumptuously, “I went to Washington. President Clinton and Mrs. Clinton invited me to have dinner with them in the White House. We exchanged views on road construction in North Caravan.”
“Where did you go yesterday?”
“I went to the state government building and met Governor Martin Michael. He is my uncle! He promised to give funds to us for building a bridge near the Yosemite National Park.”
“Where did you go just now?”
“It’s needless to ask this question! I went to the municipal government and met Mayor David Ingot. I asked him how he would implement the funds.”
People got used to Bobby’s lies. It seems that there won’t be so many laughs and funs in our life if we hadn’t heard Bobby making up his “stories”.
In 1997, Bobby has been working as a postman for more than a decade. As time goes by, he grew older. There were wrinkles on his forehead and grey hair on his temples. His job was a commonplace one, but he loved it and worked hard. He would always amuse the people in the town. But in fact, he has his own annoyance and sorrow. As he grew up, his sexual awareness was gradually awakening. When I visited my parents with my pretty wife, he would express his admiration by giving me a gesture of thumbs-up. When he met William Snow and his fat wife, he would stick up his middle finger to show his contempt.
My mother told me, Bobby’s mother once had the intention to ask her son to marry a handicapped woman, but her idea was strongly opposed by Bobby’s sister. She had to give up. However, when Bobby heard about this later, he was so angry. He rushed to the shopping mall where his sister works and shouted abuse to her. He spoke to her so rudely with bad languages, but he did not have the courage to ask her why she won’t allow him to have a wife. We all understand his sorrow. People said that for quite a while, Bobby wouldn’t allow his sister to come to his house.
Apart from having a wife, Bobby has another dream, which was the biggest one in his life. He wanted to be a traffic police officer! He got a shabby police uniform one day, and no one knew where he got them. He often put on the police uniform, went to the crossroad bridge outside the town and began to direct the traffic. North Caravan is located to the North of Yosemite National Park. Many cars would pass by in peak tourist season. When Bobby stood in the center of the road directing the traffic as if he was a real police officer, his funny appearance would always make people laugh.
Mark Philip, a local police officer, knew how to judge and use people. He gave Bobby a job as a volunteer patroller. Bobby was given a walkie talkie. He would patrol on the streets in peak tourist season. When he discovered abnormal situations, he would inform the police with his walkie talkie. Bobby was elated at that time! He would hold his head high when he was patrolling on the streets. In the morning, he would stop the passing cars to let the school children cross the road. Later, he would remind his neighbors to shut off the doors and windows. When it gets dark, he would patrol around public places with his faithful pet dog. Bobby was a responsible patroller; even Officer Phillip was impressed by his attitude to work.
One day, several burglaries occurred in the town. It was Bobby’s amazing talent that provided clues to the police. There were 19 cars being parked near the crime scene. Bobby learned all the license plate numbers of these cars by heart. After careful investigation, finally, the local police successfully caught three criminals.
In the summer of 1998, Officer Philip gave a badge of “Honored Police Officer” to Bobby on behalf of the local police to reward his outstanding contributions to the town. We all attended the awarding ceremony that day and applauded him heartily! This was certainly the most glorious occasion in Bobby’s life. When he was standing on the stage for accepting the badge, it was apparently that he was so proud of himself. When we encouraged him to make a speech, he said “thanks” again and again like a Hollywood star. He even wafted kisses to his audiences.
Today, I can still remember that joyful occasion. Everyone in the town would always remember that day, too.
But later, a tragedy fell upon Bobby. It came so unexpectedly, and no one could have thought about this. Someone blamed the sullen, damp weather on that day. Perhaps the weather was one of the reasons that made people unhappy and annoyed.
At the dusk on July 8, a dam administrator found the body of Bobby by the lake! No one knows how Bobby fell off the dam!
But it was true that we would never see him again! After Bobby’s death, the whole town was shrouded in a woeful atmosphere. We could no longer find out the joyfulness and laughs that Bobby once brought to us! We lamented his death. We often talked about the trivial, but interesting things that happened in his life. At that moment, we would suddenly feel sad.
……How should I summarize Bobby’s life? It’s a pity that Bobby has never married and didn’t have any children. He couldn’t feel the happiness and sorrows brought by a family. Of course, he was not exposed to the pressures that everyone must cope with, such as the pressure from studying and working. He doesn’t have much material desires, let alone hopes for luxurious things! His dreams were only confined to the objects before his eyes. He only works at his own will. He would do whatever he wants to do and he would not do things against his will. He would not do things for specific purposes and strive for a higher standard of living. Sometimes he would perform sly tricks to get the satisfaction of teasing others and seek a little psychological balance. He would make up stories to satisfy his vanity of admiring the celebrities. When I look back to the past, I would always remember the practical jokes that we have made to tease Bobby. I always feel uneasy and ashamed of teasing Bobby. We have undoubtedly hurt him more.
We held a grand funeral for Charlie Bobby in North Caravan on July 10, 2007. All people in the town went to say goodbye to Bobby.
William Snow, who is 50 years old now, touched the coffin and said something that we all wanted to say to Bobby. He said sentimentally, “Bobby, forgive me! I never wanted to hurt you! You’ve brought so much happiness to us!”
The most moving scene on the funeral was the dog that Bobby had kept since childhood. It crouched beside its owner’s coffin and was unwilling to leave. Bobby also obtained the last glory in his life: Officer Philip solemnly put a new uniform for honored police officers in Bobby’s coffin. Undoubtedly, this is what Bobby was craving for so eagerly when he was alive. I believe Charlie Bobby is fearless before God, because in the secular world, idiots would be easier to go to heaven. I seem to see Bobby stride into heaven with his head held high in his dignified police uniform, and Jesus himself welcomes him to heaven.
《My Teacher》
In a classmate reunion party in 1998, when asked about my favorite teacher in primary school by a former classmate, I said Alexander Jim without hesitation. To my surprise, my response was ridiculed and laughed at by my classmates present.
Actually, I was clearly aware that Jim was not on good terms with students then. Besides, according to my knowledge, he didn’t get along with his colleagues either.
However, after over 30 years, the elapsing time has striped us of our youth and I am in my late forties now. When I look back on my childhood days, Mr. Jim is no doubt the person who impresses me most. Though he is one of the many teachers who taught me in my long school days, I think his teachings have engraved on my mind, never fading away.
This must be dated to the year I entered primary school. At that time, my classmates and I were just children of six or seven years old. And Mr. Jim was already 40 years old. Due to the sharp age difference, he was without doubt the most unpopular teacher in South Tackett Primary School.
Mr. Jim is five feet nine inches high, with a tall and slim figure. He wore a beard, which was rare among our teachers. With an eagle-type nose and a pair of myopia glasses with high degrees, he seemed to be always wearing a dark brown coat and a pair of wrinkled dirty trousers. He would always walk with his spine straight like a pen, which highlighted his skinniness. In our eyes, he always wore a poker face!
Usually, when we played and chased after each other in the corridor, we would occasionally encounter the priggish Mr. Jim. We, children of six or seven years old, would go through a shudder of horror when his glass-ball like eyes stared angrily and sharply at us through the thick lens. We would make faces at him in a hurry and then fled away. Until now, I can still remember the quick heartbeat out of terror.
Without doubt, because of the strange behaviors of Mr. Jim and the unreasonable rumors, Mr. Jim was labeled as a weird man in our mind, especially when he stood alone in the secluded corner behind the classroom building as always, reciting loudly or speaking a foreign language that no one could understand.
For us who cherish infinite curiosity towards the world, we could not help making guesses. Mr. Jim was reading Latin or the mysterious language in an unknown Oriental country. Even some classmates believed that Mr. Jim must be arguing an important theoretical question with God. Otherwise he could not be so passionate and enthusiastic! There is no exaggeration to say that he was so concentrated that he forgot everything around him.
Unfortunately, Mr. Jim is one of our teachers, teaching us the Social Practice.
I will never forget one of his Social Practice classes. At the beginning of that class, out of expectation, Mr. Jim wrote down the word “death” on the blackboard and asked our understandings about this with a sly and strange expression.
Oh boy! Can you imagine what an incredible thing it was to make us innocent kids to face such a serious matter like death?
“Death means closing one’s eyes and losing consciousness!”
“Death means going to the Heaven!”
“Death is hibernation!”
Only the boy George Billy has gone through his grandfather’s death. His relatively detailed answer was approved by the frowned-eyebrow Mr. Jim. At last, Mr. Jim asked each of us to tell a story about death, even though they were ridiculous tales.
In an afternoon several days later, another unbelievable incident happened. To our surprise, Mr. Jim took us to the funeral home, attending a funeral of a retired teacher.
I still remember how depressed I was then. All my classmates were predominant by a silent fear. Even no one dared to breathe loudly.
At that time, only the bold George Billy dared to crawl into the coffin and pretended to be dead. Only at that moment were all the classmates amused by this interlude.
I was quite sure that almost half of my classmates suffered from insomnia that night. Even some classmates had nightmares. Of course the next day many boys denied this to brag about their bravery.
I remember that the next morning, several parents, including my father, visited Mr. Alexander Jim. However, Mr. Jim somehow persuaded those parents and they unanimously chose to remain silent then.
At a weekend two weeks later, Mr. Jim took us on a special spring trip in the suburban area. However, he made us to put up the tents near a cemetery. Besides, he told us to keep alert in the quite night and check if there were ghosts and evil spirits in the cemetery.
Actually, seven or eight of us girls stayed together in a tent, giggling and talking. None of us were afraid, though Billy and some other boys played tricks in attempts to frighten us.
On the next morning, when the rising sun shined on the grass-covered cemetery, with birds singing and chirping, I felt that as if I had grown up and became braver. I even declared to my classmates that I could walk into the cemetery in the middle of the night.
It was also not long after that when several male classmates and I walked into the isolated ghost house next to our school and wanted to have a check. Rumors had it that several owners died in that house consecutively. Therefore, to us kids who were interested in novel news, we felt the house was both mysterious and frightening. We dared not to get near to the house on the way home and boys like Billy lied to us that they once saw ghosts in that house.
Now, I can say that it is the skillful and unforgettable special education makes me take the meanings of death correctly and help me foster the courage to challenge death.
I do not know whether my choosing Medical major was related to this, but there was one thing I am sure of. Prior to my graduation in the St. Johns Medical School at the end of 1982, I happened to be able to offer help in the large traffic accident in the Rainbow Bridge over the St. Laurence River. My calm attitude when handling the dead persons and injurers who suffered serious physical damages won the last comment from my supervisor Professor Thompson: the surprising courage and calm attitude in the rescue practice assured me of her possession of the qualities of an excellent doctor.
Later, I realized my dreams and found a satisfactory job in the state hospital as I had wished. I owed this to the unique education of Mr. Jim.
During the several years as an intern doctor, every time I returned to my hometown and visited my parents, I would visit the already retired Mr. Jim. Though I had no private relationships with him in primary school or received his instructions in person, he is the only primary school teacher I have visited.
At that time, though Mr. Jim was more than 70 years old, he was still in great mental and physically state. Just in spring and autumn, his senile asthma would recur. I had once persuaded him to come to our hospital to take a thorough examination. But it seemed that the stubborn and optimistic Mr. Jim never took his sickness seriously. Several years later, I heard that Mr. Jim, together with his family, moved to the warm Palm Beach in Florida. Since then, we have lost contact with each other.
Days slipped through our fingers without notice. Another decade has passed. Though I hear nothing from Mr. Jim, I firmly believe that Mr. Alexander Jim is still alive. When I meditate at my leisure, I could see that the old Mr. Jim is strolling under the palm trees soaked in the setting sunlight, with a walking stick in his hands.
He still gazes at the passing children on their way home with the same serious and incisive eyes as he did in the past, and the children were frightened to run away just like we did in those days.
《Recruiting kindergarten teachers》
Since the old black man Thomas Jim resigned from Green Circus, he sat around drinking beer in the bar or basking himself on the garden bench or reading local news out of sheer boredom...
But today, Thomas Jim was attracted by a Recruitment Ad unintentionally. All of sudden he had a bold idea and was excited about it.
Early morning the next day, he dressed in costumes of the circus and came to Norwood kindergarten recruitment fair hosted by the church haughtily.
But as soon as he walked in the Norwood kindergarten, he felt extremely embarrassed as the recruitment room was filled with beautiful applicant girls. They had elegant appearance, youthful vigor, good self-cultivation and professional quality. By contrast, Thomas Jim was ashamed. Bearded and in nondescript costumes, he looked so funny.
But sneaking away was not the nature of old Jim. He was well prepared and resolved.
The busy principal Dilys found this outstanding alien unconsciously.
“Hi, mister, handyman recruiting is in the next room!”
Thomas Jim raised his newspaper and said, “Well, my name is Thomas Jim and I am applying for the position of a kindergarten teacher!”
“......What, applying for a kindergarten teacher?”
All women at the job fair were frozen. Are you joking? Ain’t you mad? How could an old black man who seemed to be in his sixties apply for the position of a kindergarten teacher?”
Principal Dilys stiffened also. She realized that she forgot to indicate the sex and age requirements in the Recruitment Ad. So there was a strange thing that an old black man applied for the kindergarten teacher. It was unbelievable and wrongheaded.
Was there something wrong with his mind? Although the old black man was untidy externally, he had a shrewd and intelligent dark face and a pair of bright eyes. He should be a normal person!
How to end this farce? Anyway, at least they should treat each job seeker seriously on the surface; of course, their purpose was to send away this circus clown monster with a sounding reason.
When she made up her mind, Principal Dilys asked with deliberation, “Oh...Oh, may I have your age?”
“Well. I was born in 1962 and I am 56 this year.”
A woman at the job fair snorted with laughter and other women burst into an uproar.
“God, an old black man in the retirement age applies for the kindergarten teacher. It must be a headline news.”
“Can he feed the children?”
“Can he teach children to sing and dance”
“He is qualified enough to be a chef grandpa for children. ”
Old Jim turned a deaf ear to the ridicule and was quite confident. He wasn’t bothered by the current dilemma. His performing skills honed on the stage for decades came in handy at this moment. He decided to brazen out all discrimination and ridicules indignantly since he had to risk universal condemnation. Moreover, that exactly was experienced Jim’s strategy and everything was going on as he expected.
Old Jim flopped into a chair opposite Principal Dilys and seriously added, “I’m little older, but I have rich life experience!”
Principal Dilys said with her lips pressed together, “...Well, OK, Mr. Jim, please tell me something about your personal resume. Your preschool education qualifications and practical experience!”
“Well, to be honest, I don’t have any preschool education qualifications, but I do have practical experience.”
Old Thomas Jim introduced himself, “You know, I have five kids. The oldest is 17 and the youngest is five. I’ve learned to take care of them since the day they were born. I know how to change their diapers and how to feed them milk without hurting their tender tongues. And I know how to play with children. Now my children are as lively, smart and healthy as tadpoles in the river.”
Before he finished, all women in the room doubled up with laughter.
God! If raising children can be qualifications of a kindergarten teacher, eighty-year-old grannies on the street will be excellent teachers, ha-ha!
Principal Dilys also burst into laughter. She felt a sense of relief and had a good reason to drive away this alien, “Mr. Jim, I have to point out that if you want to be a kindergarten teacher, at least you should receive a short period of professional training.”
“I don’t understand. It is to take care of a bunch of kids, isn’t it!”
“But we have to follow the unified teaching materials and courses and carry out formative education of all kinds of knowledge and skills for children of different ages, including language, arithmetic, art, music, dance...”
“Oh, I see. I know music and dance.”
Speaking of which, Thomas Jim showed his adaptability and struck up a conversation. He said with great certainty, “I’m qualified enough to teach children knowledge and skills. You know, I have worked on the stage for my life. I’m expert at kids’ singing and dancing. I’m pretty good at tap dance, break dance. Now I can show you. Besides, I’m proficient at magic tricks and oral stunts. I know tons of folk humorous stories, proverbs, slang, jokes of black people. I can tell them to kids, which can’t be finished for days. In the past, my neighborhood kids have been badgering me all day to tell them stories...I think this is part of our national cultural history.”
My God! It’s ridiculous! To apply for a kindergarten teacher even used the argument of national cultural history. Kindergarten was not a stage or a performing venue. Principal Dilys had no more time to listen to his cheeky babbling. She stood up and said firmly, “I’m sorry, Mr. Thomas Jim, we can’t hire you.”
“...Are you sure?”
“Sure!”
“What a pity. I didn’t expect to be rejected so soon.”
Standing slowly from his chair with a compassionate look on his face, old Jim said slowly, “I’m an old actor. I’ve been playing the role of a clown in the Green Circus in the past 30 years and I’m deeply loved by the audience and kids. I love this profession very much. Because it’s a great pleasure for me to bring joy to kids. How I miss the happy time with kids and how I love to see their innocent smiling faces. Now I’m too old to jump on the stage. But I always want to continue the happiness between kids and me in a different way. I don’t want to kill the rest of my life in a cafe or waste knowledge and skills I learned on the stage in a life time.”
While talking, Thomas Jim suddenly walked up to Principal Dilys and unexpectedly, he opened her office drawer and made a bunch of beautiful roses from it.
“Dear Ms. Dilys. Are these flowers from your lover?”
Then before Principal Dilys recovered from her surprise, he rudely opened her left pocket and took a parrot from it.
Thomas Jim took out a fishing line and quickly lift her hemline and caught a big red carp out of it.
“My goodness, dear Ms. Dilys, you even bring all kinds of animals to office? Will you perform for kids?”
Suddenly, all women in the room were stunned by his skillful magic tricks. No one could make out how old Jim made these animals. The dazzling close performance even made Principal Dilys pale and dumb.
Thomas Jim fully performed his magic tricks and next was his curtain call. He gazed at Principal Dilys and said meaningfully, “I neither have the conditions and qualifications you want, nor have I received the college education. But I can bring happiness to kids. Happiness, do you know its meaning? It’s useful for the lifetime of people.”
Thomas Jim released all his resentments and quietly packed up his props and left with overwhelming grief.
Modestly speaking, Thomas Jim’s mild performance has reached perfection. He demonstrated the broad mind and lofty ideals of an old man, shocking all the women!
Thomas Jim’s slow-witted super resourcefulness, sincere affection and loyal love were like a heartbroken cuckoo. His highest level of spiritual and soul farsightedness thoroughly cleaned up the remaining prejudice of people, which was sobering and astounding.
Look! Principal Dilys and other women in the room stared speechlessly at each other...
Yes, if there was a gorgeously dressed circus clown in the classroom who could conjure children’s favorite animals, how happy the children would be!
On the night of the day, Thomas Jim received the official telephone notification of Principal Dilys, “Mr. Jim, I’m honored to tell you that you have been hired by Norwood Church Kindergarten. I’d like to express my sincere apology and admiration to you! I believe you’ll be the best kindergarten teacher ever since.”
Old Thomas Jim happily smiled. God opened another door to success for him. He got the job with a good salary.
