He cleared his throat. “If you plant them when you get home， they’ll come up next spring.” He shuffled his feet. “I just want you to know that I think you’ll be there to see them when they come up.”
Tears clouded my eyes and I reached out my hand.
“Thank you，” I whispered.
Jack grasped my hand and gruffly replied， “You’re welcome. You can’t see it now， but next spring you’ll see the colors I picked out for you.” He turned and left without a word.
I have seen those red and white striped tulips push through the soil every spring for over ten years now. In fact， this September the doctor will declare me cured. I’ve seen my children graduate from high school and enter college.
In a moment when I prayed for just the right word， a man with very few words said all the right things.
After all， that’s what friends do.
杰克把文件扔到我桌上，皱着眉头，气愤地瞪着我。
“怎么了？”我问道。
他狠狠地指着计划书说：“下次想做什么改动前，先征求一下我的意见。”然后转身走了，留下我一个人在那里生闷气。
他怎能这样对我！我想，我只是改了一个长句，更正了语法错误，但这都是我的分内之事。
其实也有人提醒过我，我之前的那任秘书就曾大骂过他。我第一天上班时，就有同事把我拉到一旁小声说：“已有两个秘书因他辞职了。”
几周后，我逐渐对杰克有些鄙视了，而这又有悖于我的信条——别人打你左脸，右脸也转过去让他打；爱自己的敌人。但无论怎么做，总会挨杰克的骂。说真的，我很想灭灭他的嚣张气焰，而不是去爱他。我还为此默默祈祷过。
一天，因为一件事，我又被他气哭了。我冲进他的办公室，准备在被炒鱿鱼前让他知道我的感受。我推开门，杰克抬头看了我一眼。
“有事吗？”他突然说道。