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第一篇:A Goodbye Kiss
推荐理由:
我们每个人都有过那样的时代,开始想要拒绝父母,想要成为自己,只
是在那个年龄我们不曾意识到,无论怎样我们都是父母眼里永远的孩子,需
要疼爱需要呵护。
一个不美满的结局,一个永不可能实现的心愿,一个父亲伟大的心,一
个儿子深切的忏悔。
很感人,很动人,几乎让人流泪。
The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and
jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "How embarrassing. I
am getting so clumsy in my old age."
The Board Meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and
jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "How embarrassing. I
am getting so clumsy in my old age."
Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of
our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat
quietly listening to the others. Someone said, "Come on, Frank. Tell us
your most embarrassing moment."
Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "I grew up in San
Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own
boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and
would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough
for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were
still at home."
Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "I grew up in San
Pedro. My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own
boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and
would stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough
for our family, but also for his Mom and Dad and the other kids that were
still at home."
He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met my Dad. He was
a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas
for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He
would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His
rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my
Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."
He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met my Dad. He was
a big man, and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas
for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He
would wear his old canvas, foul-weather coat and his bibbed overalls. His
rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my
Mother washed them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."
Frank‘s voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad he would
drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing
business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle
down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive
toward the school,I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear.
Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch a
cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like
everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean
over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It
was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad
would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"
Frank‘s voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad he would
drive me to school. He had this old truck that he used in his fishing
business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle
down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive
toward the school,I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear.
Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch a
cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like
everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean
over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It
was so embarrassing for me. Here, I was twelve years old, and my Dad
would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"
He paused and then went on, "I remember the day I decided I was
too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop,
he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my
hand up and said, ‘No, Dad.‘
He paused and then went on, "I remember the day I decided I was
too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to the school and came to a stop,
he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my
hand up and said, ‘No, Dad.‘
It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this
surprised look on his face.
It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this
surprised look on his face.
I said, ‘Dad, I‘m too old for a goodbye kiss. I‘m too old for any
kind of kiss.‘
I said, ‘Dad, I‘m too old for a goodbye kiss. I‘m too old for any
kind of kiss.‘
My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear
up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield.
‘You‘re right,‘ he said. ‘You are a big boy....a man. I won‘t kiss you
anymore.‘"
My Dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear
up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield.
‘You‘re right,‘ he said. ‘You are a big boy....a man. I won‘t kiss you
anymore.‘"
Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in
his eyes, as he spoke. "It wasn‘t long after that when my Dad went to
sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in,
but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with
its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale and was
trying to save the nets and the floats."
Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well up in
his eyes, as he spoke. "It wasn‘t long after that when my Dad went to
sea and never came back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in,
but not Dad. He had a big family to feed. They found his boat adrift with
its nets half in and half out. He must have gotten into a gale and was
trying to save the nets and the floats."
I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks.
Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don‘t know what I would give to have my
Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek....to feel his rough old
face....to smell the ocean on him....to feel his arm around my neck. I wish
I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my
Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss."
I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks.
Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don‘t know what I would give to have my
Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek....to feel his rough old
face....to smell the ocean on him....to feel his arm around my neck. I wish
I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my
Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss."
-Bishop Thomas Charles Clary
第二篇:The Bridge Keeper
推荐理由:
类似的故事看过不少,可是仍然没有办法不揪心。眼睁睁地看着四岁的
儿子消失在眼前,对于一个父亲来说,最痛苦的事莫过于此。可是谁能给他
不牺牲的理由?
短小精悍,也很容易懂。
There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of
the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river
paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass thru freely on both sides
of the bridge. But at certain times each day, a train would come along and
the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to
cross it.
A switchman sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he
operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train
crossed. One evening as the switchman was waiting for the last train of
the day to come, he looked off into the distance thru the dimming twilight
and caught sight of the trainlights. He stepped to the control and waited
until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the
bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the
locking control did not work. If the bridge was not securely in position it
would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it,
causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This
would be a passenger train with many people aboard. He left the bridge
turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of
the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock
manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train
crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of
the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge.
He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives
depended on this man‘s strength.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control
shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. "Daddy, where are
you?" His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His
first impulse was to cry out to the child, "Run! Run!" But the train was too
close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The
man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to
safety. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the
people on the train or his little son must die. He took a moment to make
his decision.
The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was
even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by
the onrushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the
sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train
had passed. They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had
ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.
Now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man‘s heart,
you can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when
He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can
there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies to
darken when His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along thru
life without giving a thought to what was done for us thru Jesus Christ?
第三篇:The House of 1000 Mirrors (Japanese folktale)
推荐理由:
生活就是一面镜子,你对它微笑,它也对你微笑;你对它哭泣,它也对你
哭泣。
可能有些老套。但是这是英文版的。
Long ago in a small, far away village, there was place known as the
House of 1000 Mirrors. A small, happy little dog learned of this place and
decided to visit. When he arrived, he bounced happily up the stairs to the
doorway of the house. He looked through the doorway with his ears lifted
high and his tail wagging as fast as it could. To his great surprise, he found
himself staring at 1000 other happy little dogs with their tails wagging just
as fast as his. He smiled a great smile, and was answered with 1000 great
smiles just as warm and friendly. As he left the House, he thought to
himself, "This is a wonderful place. I will come back and visit it often." In
this same village, another little dog, who was not quite as happy as the
first one, decided to visit the house. He slowly climbed the stairs and hung
his head low as he looked into the door. When he saw the 1000 unfriendly
looking dogs staring back at him, he growled at them and was horrified to
see 1000 little dogs growling back at him. As he left, he thought to himself,
"That is a horrible place, and I will never go back there again."
All the faces in the world are mirrors. What kind of reflections do you
see in the faces of the people you meet?
As Told by Chris P. Cash
第四篇:Forgiveness
推荐理由:
这篇故事里,一个父亲,不仅原谅了杀害儿子的凶手,而且希望能收凶
手为养子,让他做自己的继承人。
再不可思议的事情,也有它的理由。
如果连这都可以原谅,那么这世间再没有任何事让你记恨。
让更多人来感受一颗博大宽容的心吧。
A letter written to a man on death row by the Father of the man
whom the man on death row had killed:
You are probably surprised that I, of all people, am writing a letter to
you, but I ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request
seriously. As the Father of the man whom you took part in murdering, I
have something very important to say to you.
I forgive you. With all my heart, I forgive you. I realize it may be hard
for you to believe, but I really do. At your trial, when you confessed to
your part in the events that cost my Son his life and asked for my
forgiveness, I immediately granted you that forgiving love from my heart.
I can only hope you believe me and will accept my forgiveness.
But this is not all I have to say to you. I want to make you an offer -- I
want you to become my adopted child. You see, my Son who died was my
only child, and I now want to share my life with you and leave my riches
to you. This may not make sense to you or anyone else, but I believe you
are worth the offer. I have arranged matters so that if you will receive my
offer of forgiveness, not only will you be pardoned for your crime, but you
also will be set free from your imprisonment, and your sentence of death
will be dismissed. At that point, you will become my adopted child and
heir to all my riches.
I realize this is a risky offer for me to make to you -- you might be
tempted to reject my offer completely -- but I make it to you without
reservation.
Also, I realize it may seem foolish to make such an offer to one who
cost my Son his life, but I now have a great love and an unchangeable
forgiveness in my heart for you.
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