Today, I have two stories for
you. Both of them are true. Here's the first one:
Maxwell Morrison was well and
truly screwed. He was standing in a courtroom in Bangkok, waiting for his
sentence. The offence was drug trafficking, and if found guilty, the sentence
would be life in one of the most horrific prisons in the world. The problem was
that Maxwell was innocent. The drugs had been found stashed in a musical
instrument he had agreed to carry through the checkpoint for a woman who had
appeared to have her hands full with a baby, two young children and a whole lot
of hand luggage. Of course, the moment the sniffer dogs singled him out for
special attention, the woman and her children evaporated into thin air.
He had tried to explain this to
the judge in his super-fast-track case, which had so far lasted less than 45
minutes, but the prosecution had countered by pointing out that it would take a
very stupid person indeed to be suckered into carrying anything through a
security checkpoint for a stranger - especially in this modern post-9/11 world.
They had also pointed out that back home in Nottingham, Maxwell was a police
officer. A security expert, who could never be as naïve as he was now
pretending to be. Maxwell's only counter-argument to that had been,
"Appearances can be deceptive". The Judge had given him the strangest
look when he said that.
No, things were certainly not
going well for him in this case. His only witness had been a British passenger
who had seemed a bit drunk during her testimony. She admitted she had seen the
woman hand the instrument to Maxwell, but added that they appeared to be
travelling together. Again, Maxwell's defence was, "Appearances can be
deceptive".
He remembered with irony the
first time he had actually heard the expression "Appearances can be
deceptive". It was in the eighties. He was a teenager going through a punk
rock phase. He wore nothing but black, had multiple body piercings and was
always playing with a scary-looking flip-knife. All the kids in school were
afraid of him and steered well clear. One afternoon when he was enjoying some
peace and quiet behind the boat shed, listening to Grateful Dead on his
walkman, he heard a commotion. Three kids were bullying a foreign student. They
were about to throw the little kid into the river, and the poor boy kept
crying, "Please! Please, I can't swim!"
Maxwell intervened. At first,
the three bullies wanted to fight it out, but Maxwell was a good three inches
taller than the tallest of them. Plus, he had his knife, and he made them
believe he was happy to use it. So they dropped the little foreign boy and went
off to find a new victim. Maxwell asked the relieved kid if he was alright. The
boy adjusted his glasses, looked at Maxwell for a long moment and said,
"Appearances can be deceptive".
"Why do you say that?"
Maxwell asked.
"Well, everybody thinks
you're scary. Some kids even said you stabbed a teacher once. You're the last
person I'd have expected to come to my aid. But thank you for doing so. I would
have drowned if you hadn't. In Thailand where I come from, you owe the person
who saves your life an eternal debt which you spend the rest of your life
paying back. My name is Tran Pack, and I will never forget what you did for
me." With that, he shook Maxwell's hand and ran off.
Back in the Bangkok courtroom,
Maxwell allowed himself a wry smile as he recalled that childhood episode.
Thirty years after he saved a Thai kid's life, he was now a 45-year old
policeman, about to spend the rest of his own life in a Thai prison, all
because appearances can be deceptive. He snapped out of his reflections as the
judge banged his gavel three times. It was time for the verdict.
And that's where I'll end the
first story. Here's the second story.
Judge Tran Pack could not
believe his eyes when Maxwell Morrison walked into his courtroom. Thirty two
years had not done much to change his appearance, so Tran recognised him at
once. He listened patiently for 45 minutes and then banged his gavel three
times before giving the verdict. "Mr Morrison, appearances can indeed be
deceptive. Not guilty. You're free to go."
And that is the end of the
second story.
I know I don't need to say much
more about the lessons from these two stories. As you live your lives, please
take every opportunity to do something unforgettable for someone who can't pay
you back today. They'll pay you back tomorrow with interest.
Kindness is not a debt you pay,
but an investment you make.
My name is Kofi Anokye, a development enthusiast, and now, let’s go out there and show exactly what we’re made of!