Simon Birch Page #7

I got you.

Now, you. Come on.

Let's go. You're next.

Well, that's it. Come on.

Simon, let's go.

Wait. We're missing one.

Simon!

Joe!

My foot's stuck.

I'm scared.

Hang on.

- Aah!

- Come on. I got ya.

Come on, Stuart.

It's okay.

I got him.

- Where's Simon?

- He's inside. I'll get him.

- No, no! Let me.

- Simon!

Get him. Get him, Joe.

Pull him through the window.

Pull him out, Joe.

- Joe!

- Simon!

- No, no, no, Simon!

Simon!

Let me.

Simon!

Joe!

Simon!

Simon!

Okay, Joe.

Keep his head above the water.

- Get 'em up to the road.

- What about Joe?

We got him. Joe!

Come with me, boys.

Here. Down here.

Here. Hurry!

Come on.

Come here, children.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, Joe.

Simon.

Don't leave me.

I want to see Simon.

Father Russell,

I'll see you on Sunday.

He's got a visitor.

Simon...

I heard what you did

for those kids.

The whole town's

talking about it.

I just wanted

you to know...

that I think what you did...

was really brave.

And you're a hero,

Simon Birch.

Jesus, Simon,

you look like sh*t.

Hey.

Hey.

Are the kids okay?

Yeah.

They all made it?

Even Stuart.

Did you see how

the children listened to me...

because of the way I looked?

Yeah.

That window

was just my size.

Extra small.

Extra, extra small.

That was

over 200 Mississippi.

Nobody likes a showoff.

Promise me.

Yeah.

- You'll take my baseball cards.

- No.

Take them and share them

with Ben. Please?

Okay. I promise.

Simon?

Yeah.

You're the best friend

I ever had.

I know that, stupid.

- Joe?

- Yeah.

I got to go now.

Okay.

See you later, alligator.

Timber-r-r!

One year good luck.

Winter left its icy chill behind.

And soon it was spring

and summer again.

Grandmother passed away

that June...

following a stroke.

And because Hildie was always

so content to just follow her lead,

she had a stroke of her own

and died in July.

We buried them

side by side.

It's the way

they would have wanted it.

Ben Goodrich legally

adopted me...

just two days

before my 13th birthday.

Not a day goes by that I don't

thank God for bringing him into my life.

With Simon's help,

I'd finally found my real father.

There is a prayer

I say for Simon Birch.

It's the same prayer

that he said at my mother's grave...

that night I found him

in the darkness.

Into paradise...

may the angels lead you.

Dad?

Dad! I'd love to stay here

in the graveyard all day,

but I've got a game, remember?

Okay, Simon.

I'm coming.

You know, I was just thinking

about that.

Last year, you played

in the squirt league, right?

- Yeah. So?

- This year you're a peewee.

So, what do they want you to do,

play soccer or urinate?

Anyway...

I was just thinking.

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