QUESTION
The Unnecessary Sacrifice
This was it, everything he had been waiting for. This was his chance to finally prove himself, to be accepted and understood. He nervously licked his fingers and rearranged his messy hair. The boy’s legs began to shake. He was no more than thirty paces from his music teacher’s office. He panicked as perspiration formed upon his hands, fearing it may cause his manuscript to smudge. In response, he slipped the music he had been toiling over for the past two months under his arm. By this time he had arrived at the door. He formed his cold, pale hand into a fist and knocked timidly. After waiting for what felt to him like a century, the door opened and a deep voice spoke with impatience ,“What is it you want boy?” “W-w-well Mr Wright,” he trembled in response. “I’ve been composing this for a while sir, a-and I have not entitled it yet, but I was wondering if you would be able to…” He was unable to continue as the music teacher interrupted and bellowed “How many times must I stress to you boys that I have no time nor interest in your inane scribble? Now run along home before I punish you for wasting your master’s time! Do you hear me boy? GO!”
Jim Convery was devastated and left the teacher’s office as quickly as he could, not wanting to be ridiculed for the scorching tears that escaped his eyes. He wiped them away with the back of his hand, hung his head and began to walk his usual path home, contemplating sorrowfully upon the previous two months. Jim recalled the first day at his new school, a prospect he had been dreading ever since the unexpected move from the quaint little Scottish village of St. Andrews to the overwhelming city of London. It was all to accommodate his mother’s promotion. A position she worked so hard to achieve. He had left behind his beloved grandparents and wonderful friends, but worst of all, his amazing music teacher. For as long as Jim could remember he was drawn to music. A philosopher once said that “Music was the food of the soul”, but to him it was the food of life itself! He had a natural talent. Where it came from he did not know. Neither his mother nor grandparents could sing a note let alone play an instrument. He could not remember his father and did not know any of his paternal family, and when he plucked up the courage to question his mother, her sorrowful face halted his words. And his grandparents always responded with “Ask your mother.” Mr Blair, his mentor had nurtured his talent and encouraged his love of the classics. Jim had spent so much time with Mr Blair he almost considered him a father.
Jim remembered entering the office of Trinity Gardens Grammar for boys with a heavy heart. His mother had assured him that the school ran a well-respected music program and he had hoped she was right. The first morning at his new school flew by at an amazing pace and it was not until recess that he faced Troy Robertson and his gang. Troy Robertson was very tall for his age, but unfortunately his emotional maturity was stunted due to an unhappy home life and he used his size to dominate those cleverer and smaller than himself. The new boy was the perfect target, small, intelligent and without a friend in the whole school. Robertson and his followers made Jim’s life hell from that day on. They tripped him in the schoolyard, made fun of his name and wrote cruel notes about him in class. He could cope with the taunts, after all he had his music lessons to look forward to, or so he thought.
The first music class was on Thursday afternoon and Jim had prepared by writing a special composition to share with his new teacher, who he later learned was called Mr Wright. He entered the music room with nervous anticipation and was greeted with a bellow. “Take your seats boys. I don’t want to hear a word. Your music is in front of you. I will listen to each of your demonstrations individually and woe betides anyone who cannot perform to the standard that I expect!” All the students picked up their violins and began practising with hurried desperation. According to Mr Wright, every child he listened to was highly inadequate. He scoffed at them and ridiculed their abilities, or lack, thereof. When it came to Jim’s turn he was so nervous he stumbled over the notes and received the same treatment as the others. The following days stretched into weeks. Each Wednesday evening the boy mentally prepared himself for the following day’s music lesson but always to no avail. The music teacher terrified him so much that he stuttered and stumbled through each lesson.
Following the interaction with Jim, James Wright who was indeed a bitter, selfish man, sat in his office thinking, not about the small child whose heart he had just broken, but by how hard done by he felt. “I hate teaching, wasting my talent, pandering to a pack of spoiled brats who wouldn’t know a note from a kick in the backside. My lifelong dream of performing for the Royal London Orchestra is waning before my eyes. How many times have they turned me down? My God I’ve lost count. If I was rich, had a father with a title, or even a degree from the Royal Academy, they’d be falling over themselves to offer me a position. I’ve given up everything for my music. Everything! If only they knew the sacrifices I’ve made.”
Despite the continued bullying and unfair treatment from Mr Wright, Jim had tried to be happy for his mother’s sake; after all she had worked so hard for her promotion and he did not want to upset her. However Mrs Convery was an astute woman who knew her son well. When she evidenced the tell-tale tear tracks upon his pale cheeks upon his return from school she asked him what had occurred to upset him so much. Jim tried to bluff that all was well, but Kathleen Convery knew better. Jim and his mother had a deep conversation that caused him to become tearful for the second time that day. He finally confessed that he was unhappy. He explained in detail about the bullies, but when it came to his feelings about the treatment he had received from his music teacher Jim broke down. He was comforted by his mother who assured him she would make it all well and if not, he could move to another school as soon as possible. Cheered by this, Jim managed to sleep well for the first time in weeks.
Jim’s mother made an appointment with the school the very next day, which just happened to be a Thursday. She arrived at the principal’s office and explained the situation in detail. The principal was a sympathetic man and well aware of Mr Wright’s reputation, in fact he only kept him on because he could not find another teacher to take the position. “Let me introduce you to our music teacher Madam, I do believe your son is in his class at this very moment. Perhaps you would like to have a word with him?” he said. When they arrived at the classroom James Wright had his back to the door, too busy berating a child to notice the silence that had come upon his students. He finally realised that something was amiss and span around. Kathleen Convery and James Wright both turned an identical shade of white when their eyes met in recognition. “Mr Wright, I wonder if we can interrupt your class for a moment?” asked the principal firmly. He paused and then continued. “I’d like you to meet Jim’s mother, Mrs Convery.” James Wright gawked at Kathleen Convery with a mixture of regret and shock. Then realisation began to dawn upon him as he turned to stare at Jim.
SOLUTION
Love, loyalty and end of the innocence!
I still remember it was the last year of my college and while I was surfing the internet for some notes, I received a friend request on Facebook and I accepted it. We started chatting and he sounded like my dream boy who was a DJ in a nightclub in San Diego. For three months we chatted with each other, exchanged pictures and emails, and after few days we exchanged our BB Pins and phone numbers. Soon, our days started with good morning messages and we used to end our days saying goodnight and exchanging good night hugs and kisses. It took some seven months for me to become Suzzie from Suzanna and he became my Ray from Ryan and within no time he became my honey-bun and I was his cutie-pie. We never met each other in this entire year but I was completely in love with him. He was my superstar and I started believing in horizons we made together. After finishing my college I convinced my parents to send me from our home town, Fargo, ND, United States, to San Diego, for specialization in Nutritional Science and soon I landed there.
It was February of 2011 and I took the admission in the Fall Semester of the course. He came to the airport to pick me and helped me in getting settled in the one room apartment. Our first few months in San Diego went like the fairytale stories my granny told me when I was a kid. He was the prince charming and he made me believed in all those dreams which made me feel like a princess. I loved him a lot and with him I tried to be like him. All those late night parties, getting drunk every night, were something I had never experienced in my life. He was the first boy in my life so I was in cloud nine and I forgot that I was with time losing myself. The real me, the Suzanna Ross, was all vanished and another girl Suzzie was all I could see. Not only my looks had transformed, but my thoughts, habits and lifestyle was also changed and I was happy with that because I was with my Ray.
Exactly six months after I shifted to San Diego, once when Ray told me that he is going to his home town for some festival and he will talk about us to his parents. I was so happy and my mind started coming up with things like our wedding, children and family. I was in cloud nine. Ray planted a long kiss before he left and told gave me a brown leather bag, and he told me his friend will come and pick the bag. I kept the bag in my wardrobe as usual, because Ray used to give me such parcels and bags quiet often to keep and his friends used to come and pick them. I never cared to peep what these bags or parcels had. Next morning before I left for the classes, I received a phone call from Ray’s friend. He was the same friend Ray told me the last night. I was waiting for him but he never came. What came to my house changed my life.
Door bell buzzed at 10:30 AM and I still remember it was a sunny morning. I opened the door and there were five cops. They hastily entered the apartment and started fumbling the house. One of the cops took the bag out of my wardrobe and asked me about it. I told him that it belonged to Ray, and a friend of him was supposed to pick the bag, but he never came. Without listening to what I said, the cops took me with them for investigation. I tried to call Ray and told the cops about him but no one believed. Ray’s phone was switched off and later I was told that the friend who was supposed to meet me was a drug peddler who was killed in an encounter. Cops found my phone number as the last dialed, and the bag Ray gave me was full of cocaine. I was shocked, utterly depressed and I had nothing to prove my innocence. I tried all the best to contact Ray in the meanwhile, but all the contact numbers Ray gave me were not working. The manager of the nightclub, where according to me Ray was working, said that no such person ever worked there.
Two months and twenty three days after I got arrested, I started believing that Ray too was killed because if he would have been alive, he would have surely taken me out of the prison. With all the evidences against me, I was sent to San Diego Central Jail. I spent some weeks believing that I will prove my innocence, and may be some miracle will happen and my prince charming, Ray will come and take me out of the prison. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months. No one helped me. My parents too said that they no more believe me and I brought shame to the family so I should not try to contact them. With time, I started cursing my fate. The melancholic walls of the cell I was kept in, the silence and the suffocation of the cell started killing my confidence. All I could see was a depressed, heartbroken victim of false accusation, me.
Exactly seven months after the emotional as well as moral trauma, I met a beautiful, intelligent, Criminal Psychology student, Jenny. She was doing some research and she came to my cell and asked me about me. In the beginning I was little apprehensive and I kept quiet, for some days but with her bubbly nature she soon became my friend and I told her my complete story. At first, she was astonished and then she promised me that she will help me come out of it and in regaining the lost Suzanna. I gave Jenny my Facebook password so that she could find Ray by checking out the pictures he had sent me. Her father was an engineer in a cell phone service providing company and luckily Ray and I used the same network. With the help of Jenny’s father and few of her Law department friends, Ray was located. I was astounded to know that Ray, my prince charming never existed. He was in real, David Holmes, who was a drug peddler and he used me in his business. He had a criminal record and he had spoiled many lives before he started dating me. When Jenny told me all this, I was completely shattered and I went into complete depression. She helped me come out of the prison as she promised, but by then I had completely lost my faith and hope in love. With the help of Jenny’s psychology professor, Doctor Rivera, and all the therapies and treatments, I started recovering. Soon I was back to university and life was on track. Jenny helped me a lot in coming out of the entire trauma, and things started fading. Today, I, Suzanna believe in myself. One lesson that I learned is, we should fall in love, trust people but not at the cost of our own securities. To love someone is a blissful feeling but to lose our self for the sake of any relation can land one up in mess. One should always be careful, alert and should not let anyone end the innocence.
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