The Letter Writer Page #4

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Would you mind singing for us?

I don't know if I could sing.

I say you do it.

Come, thou fount of every blessing

Tune my heart to sing thy grace

Streams of mercy never ceasing

Call for songs of loudest praise

Teach me some melodious sonnet

Sung by flaming tongues above

Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it

Mount of thy redeeming love

[applause]

Come, ye thankful people, come

Raise the song of harvest home

All is safely gathered in,

ere the winter storms begin...

Sam's birthday is in two weeks,

and we thought we would surprise him

with a little program.

That sounds great.

And we thought we would all perform

together in a choir.

We voted and decided that you

should be our conductor.

Me? I don't really know

what that means.

It means you make sure we don't

embarrass ourselves.

And that we all sing together in harmony.

I don't know if I could do that.

I know you can.

And don't tell Sam anything about it,

all right?

All right.

It would really mean a lot to him if

you came and visited.

He's been sick for a while.

Who can say no to milk

and apple pie? (chuckles)

I'll let him know.

How did you discover your talent, Sam?

Why do you write letters?

Words.

Many years ago, I had a heated argument

with a friend of mine.

Soon after, she died.

It suddenly hit me that I was using words

to hurt other people.

And I was quite good at it.

At that moment, and it felt like an eternity,

I became fully aware of all the pain

that I had inflicted.

The worst was that it was

too late to apologize

and make amends to my friend.

So, writing letters is like therapy for you.

I knew I had to change.

I decided then and there

that for the rest of my life

I would only use words for good,

to lift the broken-hearted

and heal the wounded.

And that has been my desire

and purpose ever since.

Hi, Mom.

You're stealing from me?

Borrowing.

I was planning on giving it back.

I don't remember giving my consent.

My own daughter is stealing from me.

I'm so sorry, Mom.

I wanted to put it back

before you found out.

[instrumental music]

Mom, honestly, please.

At first I didn't realize it,

but then I noticed that both of you

not only had the same right answers,

but also the same wrong ones.

Which is clear evidence of cheating.

So, who cheated?

Kim?

Maggy? Both of you?

If you don't talk,

I have to suspend you both.

I didn't copy from her.

And I write my own exams.

Kim's grade is consistent

with her other grades,

while Maggy's is not.

Do you admit to cheating, Maggy?

Yes, I cheated.

I'm sorry.

I'll have to give you an F

on the exam.

And you can't sit next

to Kim anymore.

If we ever catch you

cheating again

we will notify your parents and consider

disciplinary measures.

I'm sorry, Maggy.

[bell rings]

It's okay. It's a good thing

you didn't get caught.

You should write your

own cheat slips in the future.

Hey, please don't hate me.

Hey, let's go.

What's the matter?

Maggy.

I think it's better for both of us

if we break up.

What?

Why is that better?

I just don't think we have a future together.

- I'd like to move on.

- Move on?

But what about the band?

The band broke up, too.

Pete just has issues.

We could start a new band,

just you and me.

But why not?

If you don't wanna be with me,

that's fine, but the band?

Please don't take the band

away from me.

Maggy, please.

You know it wouldn't work.

But why?

Because it's over.

It just is.

[instrumental music]

Maggy. Hey.

What's going on?

We're moving to North Carolina.

What?

I thought Jason told you.

[instrumental music]

Maggy, wait.

[instrumental music]

[school bell rings]

Kimmy, wait!

[instrumental music]

I'm sorry, Maggy.

I wanted to tell you.

What? That you're gonna

disappear again?

I thought that if we could spend

a little time together

it might be easier for you

to come visit.

When are you leaving?

Tomorrow.

It was good to see you.

Maggy, it's for you.

Please stay in touch?

[instrumental music]

You're late today.

I know, but I have some really

good news for you.

What is it?

I gave the letter writer your coupon,

and he accepts your invitation.

Really, how did you do that?

I have my ways.

When do you have time?

My mom says I have to go

to the hospital again soon.

Can he come tomorrow?

I'll see what I can do.

Michael, would you mind

showing me your letter?

No, not at all.

[instrumental music]

SAM:
"I write to one of the bravest souls

known to man.

Your spirit is unbroken, even though

you had to conquer so much.

You have the strength of a lion.

And despite your pain and suffering,

your smile is as bright as the sun

and the heavens smile upon you

with affection.

The love of God will follow you

wherever you go

and your light will shine forth

throughout all eternity."

Isn't that a nice letter?

Yes. Yes it is, Michael.

So, milk and apple pie tomorrow, right?

I'm planning on it.

[instrumental music]

Mr. Hansen.

I wanted to apologize.

I made a big mistake and I really let you down.

How can I make things right?

I know you can do better, Maggy.

Just show me you really mean it,

all right?

I can do that.

Thank you.

[instrumental music]

[knocks on door]

[instrumental music]

Sam. Sam?

Sam! Sam!

You saved my life.

You scared me big time.

Don't ever do that to me again.

(chuckles and coughs)

I'm sorry, Maggy.

I'm a feeble old man.

The world still needs you.

You have hundreds of more letters to write.

Well, maybe it's just your turn now.

I'm terrible at writing letters.

You'll figure it out.

Be a little more easy on yourself.

I know you have it in you.

You'll find your voice.

All you have to do is let it shine,

let it sing.

[playing guitar]

What's going on, Kimmy?

Do you think I'm stupid?

What are you talking about?

I saw you with Jay yesterday.

It's not what you think.

Then what is it?

It's nothing.

And why do you even care?

I thought you two broke up.

[instrumental music]

Looks like your band is doing just fine

without you after all.

Surprise.

Let me introduce my two best friends.

Sam, this is Michael.

Michael, this is Sam.

Hi, Michael.

Michael brought milk and apple pie.

On, great.

Thank you for your letter, Sam.

Thank you for yours, Michael.

And for the invitation, too.

Milk and apple pie.

What a wonderful idea.

[instrumental music]

I love it.

I'm sorry I took the money.

I know it was wrong.

I'll never do it again.

I want you to be able

to trust me.

[instrumental music]

I always hoped Dad would be there for me,

but he never was.

Well...

It's not entirely his fault

things didn't work out.

I can be pretty stubborn too,

you know.

[instrumental music]

I'm not mad at him anymore.

He's got a family now and he has

to take care of them.

I might even go visit them someday.

[instrumental music]

But I know now that he isn't

really there for me.

Probably never will be.

But you always are, Mom.

And I never appreciated anything

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