Every Bag Has a Story

I am a wholesaler on the internet. I wholesale bags on the internet. I also purchase some second-hand bags from some customers. Every day I sit before the computer in my room and do business on the internet, chatting, bargaining and sending goods. During the time that I am spare, I like talking some private business with my customers. They also like chatting with me. Someone talk about their jobs, someone about their family and someone about his love stories. I think it's so interesting to wholesale bags.One day, a customer sent a message to me."Hello, are you there?""Yes, Can I help you?""I got a second-hand business bag. Are you interested in it?""Sure. May I have a look? Can you take a photo and send it to me?""OK, just a moment."The picture was received. The bag looked almost completely new. I know this style of business bag. It belongs to a famous brand."Not bad. How much do you want to sell?"You can get it with zero dollars. I just don't want see it again.""Oh, why, pal? It's almost completely new. Why do you want to sell it and don't want any money?"When I ask about this, the other side was silent for a while. Then a message sent to me."The catching sight of the bag will bring me a sad memory.""I am sorry to hear of it and please receive my sincere thanks."It's my pleasure. If I don't disturb you, May I tell you something about the bag?""Good idea. I would like to."We both were silent for a while. And I knew my customer was searching for his or her memory."I am a lady. The business bag belongs to my discount shoulder bags husband. I buy it as a birthday gift to him""Sounds great. You couple must be affectionate with each other""Thank you. We do."I am glad to hear what happen next."A short silence ensued.The lady continued."It's in the day of his birthday. We've planned in advance to celebrate it in a hotel. After work, I bring the bag and go to the hotel."The lady began to cry and can't go on with the story.I knew at once there must be something bad happened.The lady then typed and told me the whole story."That is so nice an evening. The weather is warm. The street is crowded with cars and people. A little girl is running into the street. A car is driving. My husband is so kind and without any hesitation, he rushed out to catch the girl. The moment he push away the girl, the car crash him. I just see the moment. Oh. My God." She cried again.I didn't know what word I should say to comfort her. Should I call her husband a hero? I didn't know what the standard of the hero is. But from the moment I knew the story, I think the bag is so splendid and great. The life of the owner disappeared. Yet we remembered him in our mind.