The young man sat alone on the bus and most of the time stared out the window. He was in his mid-twenties, nice looking with a kind face. His dark blue shirt matched the color of his eyes. His hair was short and neat.
Occasionally he would look away from the window and the anxiety on his young face touched the heart of the grandmotherly woman sitting across the aisle.
The but was just approaching the outsides of a small town when she was so drawn to the Youngman that she scooted across the aisle and asked permission to sit next to him. After a few moments of small talk about he warm spring weather, he blurted out, “I’ve been in prison for two years. I jus got out this morning and I’m going home”. His words tumbled out as he told her he was raised in a poor but proud family and how his crime had brought his family shame and heartbreak.
In the whole tow years he had not heard from them. He knew they were too poor to travel the distance to where he had been in prison and his parent probably felt too uneducated to write. He had stopped writing the when no answer came. Three weeks before being released, he desperately wrote one more letter to his family.
He told them how sorry was for disappointing them and asked for their forgiveness. He went on to explain about being released from prison and that he would take the bus to his hometown-the one that goes right by the front yard of the house where he grew up and where his parents still lived. In his letter, he said he would understand if they Wouldn’t forgive him.
He wanted to make it easy for them and so asked them to give him a signal that he could see from the bus. If they had forgiven him and wanted him to come back home, they could tie a white ribbon on the old apple tree that stood in the front yard. If the signal wasn’t there, he would stay on the bus leave town, and be out of their lives forever. As the bus neared his street, the Youngman become more and more anxious to the point he was he was afraid to look out the window because he was so sure there would be no ribbon.
After listening to his story, the woman asked simply,” Would it help if we traded seats and I’ll sit near to the window and look for you?” The bus traveled a few more blocks and then she saw the tree. She gently touched the young man’s shoulder and choking back tears said,” Look! Oh look! The tree is covered with white ribbons
Occasionally he would look away from the window and the anxiety on his young face touched the heart of the grandmotherly woman sitting across the aisle.
The but was just approaching the outsides of a small town when she was so drawn to the Youngman that she scooted across the aisle and asked permission to sit next to him. After a few moments of small talk about he warm spring weather, he blurted out, “I’ve been in prison for two years. I jus got out this morning and I’m going home”. His words tumbled out as he told her he was raised in a poor but proud family and how his crime had brought his family shame and heartbreak.
In the whole tow years he had not heard from them. He knew they were too poor to travel the distance to where he had been in prison and his parent probably felt too uneducated to write. He had stopped writing the when no answer came. Three weeks before being released, he desperately wrote one more letter to his family.
He told them how sorry was for disappointing them and asked for their forgiveness. He went on to explain about being released from prison and that he would take the bus to his hometown-the one that goes right by the front yard of the house where he grew up and where his parents still lived. In his letter, he said he would understand if they Wouldn’t forgive him.
He wanted to make it easy for them and so asked them to give him a signal that he could see from the bus. If they had forgiven him and wanted him to come back home, they could tie a white ribbon on the old apple tree that stood in the front yard. If the signal wasn’t there, he would stay on the bus leave town, and be out of their lives forever. As the bus neared his street, the Youngman become more and more anxious to the point he was he was afraid to look out the window because he was so sure there would be no ribbon.
After listening to his story, the woman asked simply,” Would it help if we traded seats and I’ll sit near to the window and look for you?” The bus traveled a few more blocks and then she saw the tree. She gently touched the young man’s shoulder and choking back tears said,” Look! Oh look! The tree is covered with white ribbons
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