I walked into the Huddle House Restaurant in Brunswick, Georgia and sat down at the table. I picked up the menu and was to order something for breakfast.
"Excuse me," suddenly a soft voice came into my ear.
I looked up and 1 a nice-looking woman standing before me.
"Is your name Roger?"2 asked.
"Yes, " I answered, feeling rather confused(困惑的) as I had never seen her before.
"My name's Barbara and my 3 is Tony," she said, pointing to a middle-aged man sitting alone at the table by the window. He was 4 and weak.
"Tony White, from Landon School in Jacksonville, Florida." She added.
I looked at that man for a few seconds 5 I didn't recognize(认识) him.
"I'm really sorry. The name doesn't ring the bell(听起来不耳熟), "I said.
She walked back, began 6 with her husband and once in a while I saw her turn around and look directly at me.
I ordered breakfast and a cup of 7, sitting there, trying to remember who this Tony was. "I 8 know him," I thought to myself. "He recognizes me for some reason." I picked up the coffee cup. Suddenly it came to me like a flash of lightning.
"Tony, the bully(横行霸道者), the bad boy!" I could 9 believe my eyes. "Jesus! He's so thin now. Not the big boy that I 10 from back in 1977."
Everything came up to my mind. The time this 11 boy had made fun of my big ears in front of the girls in my class, and the time this big bully had pushed me against the walls in the hallway just to make himself 12 a big man to all other students.
"I am sorry, Roger," Tony rolled by me in the wheelchair, being pushed by his wife, raising his thin trembling hand. "I am so sorry for 13 that I did to you."
"I'm…I'm er…" I didn't know 14 to say to him.
A few months later, I received a letter from Barbara. Tony was 15. Tony had been a fireman and had been seriously wounded in a task.
How I regretted(后悔) for not saying something to him but I no longer had the chance!
