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小男孩对家人的爱 陈荣生 译
（图片欣赏——张君良摄/太原） 我在一家大集市商场四处逛着购物时，看到了一位收银员在跟一位5、6岁左右的男孩说话。 收银员说：“对不起，但你的钱不够买这个娃娃。” 男孩听了这话，转身问我：“叔叔，你确定我的钱不够吗？” 我数了数他的钱，回答说：“亲爱的，你知道吗你的钱不够买这个娃娃。” 男孩还是把娃娃抓在手里。 这时，我问他想把这个娃娃送给谁。 “这是我妹妹最喜爱的也是很想要的娃娃。我想把它当作生日礼物送给她。我得把娃娃交给妈妈，这样她去那里的时候就可以给妹妹了。”他说这番话的时候，眼睛充满了悲伤。“我妹妹已经去和上帝在一起了。爸爸说妈妈很快也要去见上帝了，所以我想她可以把娃娃带着去交给我妹妹。” 我的心几乎停止了跳动。 男孩抬起头看着我说：“我叫爸爸告诉妈妈先不要走。我要她等我从超市回来后再走。”然后，他拿出一张他的照片给我看，照片里的他很帅，笑得很灿烂。 接着他对我说：“我想让妈妈把我的照片带走，好让我妹妹不会忘记我。我爱我妈妈，我希望她不要离开我，但爸爸说她得去跟我妹妹在一起。” 然后，他用悲伤的眼神非常平静地又看着娃娃。我赶紧伸手去拿我的钱包，然后对男孩说：“我们可以再点一次，说不定你够钱买这个娃娃呢，好吗？” 他说：“好的，希望我的钱真的够。” 我不让他看见，把我的一些钱加到他的钱里，然后我们开始清点。已经够钱买娃娃了，甚至还有剩余。 男孩说：“感谢上帝给了我足够的钱！”然后，他看着我，接着说：“昨晚睡觉前我请求上帝确保我有足够的钱买这个娃娃，这样妈妈就可以带它去给妹妹了。他听到我的话了！我还想有钱够买一朵白玫瑰送给妈妈，但我不敢向上帝要求太多。但他给我的钱足够买这个娃娃和一朵白玫瑰。妈妈喜爱白玫瑰。” 我在完全不同的状态下完成了购物。我无法忘掉这个男孩。这时，我想起了两天前本地报纸报道的一个新闻，一位醉汉开着一辆卡车撞上了一辆小车，车上有一位妇女和一个小女孩。女孩当场死亡，母亲则处于危急状态。 这家人不得不决定是否要拔掉维持生命的机器的插头，因为那位年轻妇女将无法从昏迷中恢复过来。这就是那个男孩的家吗？在我与那个男孩相遇两天之后，我从报纸上看到那位年轻妇女去世了的消息。我控制不住自己，买了一簇白玫瑰，去了殡仪馆，那位妇女的遗体安放在那里让人们告别和做最后的祝福，然后再下葬。她躺在棺材里，手里拿着一朵白玫瑰和那个男孩的照片，那个娃娃放在她胸前。我离开那个地方，感觉我的生活被永远改变了…… 时至今日，男孩对他母亲和妹妹的爱仍然是令人很难想象。一个醉驾司机顷刻之间就夺走了他的这一切…… 所以说，要尊重生命，要遵循和遵守规矩，不要让他人为你的错误而付出代价。不要犯那些让他人付出永远无法弥补的代价的错误。要经常伸出援助之手，帮助那些需要帮助和悲伤的人。 （作者佚名，译自《寓意故事》） 您若认为此文对教育有益，敬 请 传 阅、推 荐、转 载。 原文如下，若有问题，可留言，我将尽量回答。 Little Boy’s Love For His Family I was walking around in a Big Bazar store doing a shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.”Then the little boy turned to me and asked, “Uncle, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” I counted his cash and replied, “You know that you don’t have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.”The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much . I wanted to Gift her for her Birthday. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.”My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.”Then he showed me a very nice photo of him, where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me, I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” He said, “OK, I hope I do have enough.”I added some of my money to his, with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, “Thank you God for giving me enough money!”Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.” I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself. I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever… The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him… Moral: Respect life, Follow and Obey Rules. Don’t make anyone else to pay and bear for your mistakes. Do not make the mistakes which cost others something that can never be replaced. Always have a giving hand and extend your help to those in need and sorrow. |
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