「故事·听力」My Friend Died Like A Hero

My Friend Died Like A Hero

Hello, my name is Lucas. Recently, I lost my best friend to cancer. This is not a story with a happy ending, but it’s not a sad story, or story about sickness either. It's a story about bravery. 

Me and David have been inseparable since we were little kids. He was the funniest and coolest guy I knew, and we were planning on going to college together and living close to each other forever.

But it all changed when David was diagnosed with cancer. I tried to find out more, like all the details, but he just didn’t want to talk about it. He said that he has one or two years to live, and he really wants to LIVE while he can.

I couldn’t believe it and everything in my life turned upside down. I also couldn’t believe how calm David was after finding out this terrible news. But I took his request to heart and decided that it was only me, his best friend, who could fulfill his it.

I started to plan everything we should do until he began to get worse, but then I realized that this wasn’t that easy, because when I would ask David what he wanted to do, he would just shrug his shoulders and say “I want to have fun.

So I thought “then let’s have fun!” I planned a perfect few days for us – we would go to the movies and see everything he wanted, then we would go to an amusement park, and then spend some time in our favorite park where we used to pretend we were knights and superheroes when we were kids. It was more like a forest than a park, really.

That day should have ended with pizza and video games. 

Everything was super fun up until we got to the park and we were remembering all the good times we had and telling stupid jokes that only best friends could understand. We passed an elderly woman who we started calling grandma. She was all alone, feeding birds in the park.

After a few circles through the park, we noticed that grandma was acting really weird. She… dropped her cane and was barely standing. Then she fell down to the ground. We were shocked! 

We ran up to her, checking to see if she was okay, but she wasn’t answering. She was unconscious. 

David and I looked at each other, both in panic mode. “What should we do?” I asked. I stood up and started walking in circles, saying “David, what should we do? What should we do!?” David was just sitting beside grandma and thinking. He was as scared as I was, but he was very calm at the same time. 

We should call the ambulance!” he said. I said “but they can’t reach here, the road is too small for an ambulance!” But David repeated “call the ambulance! We will take her to the road.” I gasped for air, I fumbled for my phone, and tried to use it, but my palms were sweaty and trembling, and I couldn’t really do it. David took his phone, called an ambulance, and explained the situation.

Then both of us grabbed the grandma by her hands and started lifting her up. She was heavy, and it was hard to pick her up because she was unconscious. 

Finally, we were able to lift her and started slowly moving her toward the road. Every step was hard, and we had to make a short pause after every few steps. At some point I was seeing that David couldn’t take it any longer, his knees were trembling because he was feeling weak. He was panting and I asked “David, maybe we should just wait for the ambulance!” David shouted “No!” He suddenly stood upright and started going faster, and I did the same. I couldn’t stop looking at the determination in David’s eyes…

Soon, we were beside the road, and the ambulance arrived after a few minutes, but it felt like half an hour. We continued to hold her, and then the paramedics put her in their car and they let us ride with her.

In the hospital, we were patiently waiting for the doctors to say anything. Grandma’s daughter came and started asking what happened, and we told her the whole story. She was panicking, her face was getting redder, and she could barely hold in her tears. 

After several hours, doctors told us that grandma was alive, and she would need to stay in the hospital for a few days, but thankfully, we were there in time to save her. The doctor thanked us, and the daughter hugged us both and said, “thank you so much, boys, I can’t even imagine what… could've happened. Thank you.” She was hugging us and crying for a long time, and I must admit that we also couldn’t hold back our tears, especially David. We left a while after that and she asked for our numbers so she could thank us somehow later. 

Afterward we were walking home, and I said “sorry that our day was ruined. It was supposed to be your perfect day…” 

David smiled and said “are you joking? This was THE BEST DAY of my life.