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Chapter 4 有一种真情叫关爱（第1页）

Chapter4有一种真情叫关爱

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情暖今生TheGift

茹涅·吉尔JunieGirl

Itwaswellaftermid-night，edinmywarmfleecyrobeIstoodsilentlystarihfloorwindowofthedauntingNewYorkhospital.IwasstarireetBridge.ItarkliifulasaChristmastree.NewYorkcityhasalwaysbeeome;theBroadwaytheatre，themusic，therestaurants—fromthedeli’stotheTaverhisiswhatthecityissupposedtobeabout，”

IththemtoeaaihemdideahatMarch17th，Iwaswheelediingroom.Elevenhoursandforty-fivemierIwaswheeledintoare，andaveryfewhreturomyownhospitalroom，Ifouuallyo，halfwalking，halfpropelledbymedicalequipmentandmembersofmyfamily.Theordersweretowalkthelengthandbackofthelonghospitalcorridor.

ItwasthenthatIfirstsawhim.Isawhimthroughahazes，painandthedreamyuhatthiscouldbehappeningtome.Hewasstandinginthedooritalroom.Inmytwilight，ueIsawhimalmostasaspiritshaperatherthanafullblowthebodylahisshapewassomehowsendingoutsympathyandeome.

Thisbecamemydailyroutihreeweeks.AsIgailemththemaandinginthedoorway，smilingandnoddingasIwouldpasswithoneormoremembersofmyfamily.Ohedtosoloupthecorridor.AsIpassedhisroom，therewasmyfaithfulfriendinthedoorway.Hewasaslenderdarkaetotroducedmetohiswife，andhissonwhowaslyinglistlesslyinahospitalbed.ThedayasImademyscheduledwalk，hecameoutahmetomyroom.HeexplaiheandhiswifehadbroughttheirteehishospitalofhopefromIraillhoping，butthigoioldmeofhowIhadencedhimonthatfirstdreadfulnight’swalkingtouraihreemoreweeksweuedourversations—eagtheiftandfrieoldmeofhowheenjoyedseeingmyfamilyastheyralliedaroundmeandIwassaddehelohatsmallfamilysofarfromhome.

Miraculously，theredideadaywheoldmeIwouldbedischargedthefoll.ThatnightItoldmyfriemhe.Ihadbeenupanddressedsin.MybrightyellavemehopeandIalmostlookedhuma.ItoldhimIwouldprayforhissohashruggedhisshoulders，indigthehopelessness.ouldheragain，inthisworld.Thismaninhissorroyforme.Ifelthislove.Hetookmyhandandsaid，“Youaremysister.”

Iansweredbadsaid，“Youaremybrother.”

Heturheroom.

Myfamilycametoretrieveme.Dodosaytheirgoodbyesandgiveorders.AllbusinesshadbeentakeersevenandahalfweeksIwasleavialroomIhadwalkedintowithsomuchtrepidation.

AsIturowalkdownthecorridortotheelevator，mybrotherstoodinthedoorway，smiling，noddingandgivinghisblessing.

Itwas14yearsagotodayonMarch17th1990thatIeroomandmuchhashappeheworldsiherandIsaidourlastfarewell.YetIthinkofhimoftenandheisalwaysiasIfeelIaminhis.Irememberhisintense，darkbroledgedourselvesasbrotheramomeadoubtthattheSpiritofGodhoveredoverussmiling，noddingandblessinguswiththekweareallone.

ManytimesIhavepoheyearswhywehumaourdearestfriendsorbohanotherpersovulhinkitisbewefacealifethreateningillness，jobloss，whatevertheaybe;weareleftpletelyretensionasandsoulsareopentothosearoundusaoaccepttheloveandkihers—almostasfreelyandthankfullyasacceptlove.Thiskindofloveisblindtorace，ddleadstoapairofdarkbrowneyesseekingapairofveryblueeyesandpledgiwilllastthroughtime.

在雄伟的纽约医院。

午夜早已过去，我站在九楼病房的窗前，身上裹着暖和的羊毛大衣，默默地凝视着窗外的第59街大桥。

它如同圣诞树般闪烁着美丽光芒。

对我而言，纽约城永远都是那么特别，有百老汇大剧院、音乐以及形形色色、不同档次的餐馆。

“这个城市本就应该是这样。”

我想着，早晨的到来和其伴随的未知状况使我惊恐不安。

然而早晨终究来临，那天是3月17日。

上午九点，我被推进手术室。

再次被推回疗养室时，已经过去11个小时零45分钟了。

没过几个小时，我就被送回自己的病房。

我发现自己居然可以站起来，并可以在家人和医疗器械的帮助下行走。

遵医嘱，我要在医院的长廊里走上一个往返。

那是我第一次见到他。

由于药物和疼痛的影响，我看着他，感觉一切模糊而毫无真实感。