One day, /
when Gilbert and I were walking home together, /
he asked, /
“How’s your windmill going?” //
“Well, /
I’ve got most of the parts ready, /
but I don’t know /
where I can get a dynamo. /
If I had a dynamo now, /
I would be able to start building my windmill,” /
I answered. //
Just then, /
we came across a man /
pushing his bicycle, /
which had a light. //
I said, /
“Look, /
Gilbert! /
There’s a dynamo!” //
But I knew /
I had no money. //
Then Gilbert went up to the man /
and asked /
if he could buy the dynamo /
on his bicycle. //
Gilbert’s father had given away all their food /
during the famine. //
I was pretty sure /
they were also short of money. //
Still, /
Gilbert reached into his pocket, /
pulled out the money /
and handed it to the man. //
I will always remember that moment /
and cherish his gift of friendship. //
I ran home /
and placed the dynamo /
next to the other materials. //
It was like adding the last piece /
to the great puzzle in my life. //