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"Tu es en train de voyager en train. Installé confortablement avec ton journal, tu regardes avec appréhension un jeune père qui monte avec ses deux enfants: un garçon et une fille qui doivent avoir 9 et 7 ans.
Vu que le seul endroit où il reste encore 3 places assises est en face de toi, tu te retrouves contraint de sourire et hocher de la tête quand il demande si les places sont libres.
Toutes tes craintes se retrouvent justifiées, rien que le temps d'enlever leurs manteaux et de s'installer, les deux gamins se chamaillent, répondent à leur père, et se montrent insupportables.
Redoublant d'efforts, tu luttes pour te concentrer sur ton journal. La fille, assise à côté de toi, bougeotte dans tous les sens et fait des coups de pied à son frère, qui lui rend la pareille. Tu lances un regard sévère, qui reste sans effet.
Etonnament, le père n'intervient pas, reste impassif et ne semble pas du tout se soucier du dérangement que cause sa progéniture. C'est d'autant plus rageant : on comprend que les enfants soient terribles avec un père si mou et absent !
Tu remues ton journal, dans l'espoir de provoquer un peu de réaction en face, mais rien n'y fait. Tu bouillonnes à l'intérieur, et lutte avec l'envie d'intervenir toi-même.
Mais ta délivrance ne se fait pas attendre longtemps. C'est un omnibus, et peu de temps après, le père sort de son hibernation pour rhabiller ses enfants. En partant il se retourne et lance: 'Je regrettes pour le bruit. On revient de visiter leur mère. Elle est aux soins palliatifs.'
Tu te sens rougir comme une betterave. Tu te demandes s'il a vu tes regards désapprobateurs, tu t'en veux pour ton jugement du père et ta dureté envers ses enfants. Tu remercies surtout le ciel de ne pas avoir osé ouvrir la bouche pour 'faire la discipline'.
Tu ne savais pas toute l'histoire."
You're travelling on the train. Having managed to find yourself a quiet spot, you're settling down with a newspaper when you are alarmed to spot a father with two young children getting onto the train. The eldest, a boy, is about 9, and his sister 7.I didn't invent the story. But I can't remember where I heard it, so it's transcribed from memory. I guess the moral of the tale was something about not judging others.
Given that the only 3 places available are next to and opposite you, you have no choice but to smile and nod when the father asks if the space is free.
Your doubts are immediately justified: in the time it takes to get their coats off and sit down, the two children have already managed to have an argument, disobey their father and be generally unbearable.
You screw up all your concentration to try and carry on reading your paper. The girl, sat next to you, is wriggling around all over the place, and starts kicking her brother's shins. He gives back as good as he gets. You try out your 'looks would kill' look, but they don't even appear to notice.
Amazingly, the father remains silent, doesn't even react and doesn't seem to be worried about all the noise and disruption caused by his descendance. It's so annoying! You can understand why the kids behave so badly with such a spineless father!
You give your paper a good rustle, in the hope of getting some kind of reaction out of him, but to no avail. Inside, you start steaming, and wonder whether you shouldn't give the kids a telling-off yourself.
But it turns out that deliverance comes sooner than expected. At the next stop, the father wakes out of his hibernation and starts getting the coats back on his kids. As he follows them out, he looks back over his shoulder and says, "I'm sorry about all the noise. You see, we're just coming back from visiting their mother on the cancer ward at hospital".
You feel yourself going bright red from the inside out. Your mind rapidly races back through the short journey: you wonder if he noticed your disapproving looks, you kick yourself internally for having judged him so severely, and for being so harsh in your mind on those kids. You thank heaven that you didn't dare open your mouth and 'give them a piece of your mind'.
You didn't know the whole story."