as we pledged ourselves as brother and sister。 At that moment； I knew without a doubt that the Spirit of God hovered over us smiling； nodding and blessing us with the knowledge that we are all one。
Many times I have pondered over the years why we humans meet our dearest friends or bond so deeply with another person when we are most vulnerable。 I think it is because when we face a life threatening illness； job loss； whatever the catastrophe may be； we are left pletely without any pretension and our hearts and souls are open to those around us and we are able to accept the love and kindnesses of others—almost as freely and thankfully as children accept love。 This kind of love is blind to race； color and creed and leads to a pair of dark brown eyes seeking a pair of very blue eyes and pledging a love that will last through time。
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生活中的“砖头”
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一位年轻有为的总裁，驾驶他崭新的Jaguar车快速经过住宅区。在路边玩耍的孩子随时都可能跑到路中央，他必须十分小心，感觉孩子要跑出来时，就放慢车速。
就在这时，一个孩子突然出现在路旁，将一块砖头扔过来砸在他的车门上，他愤怒地急踩刹车，并将车后退到丢出砖头的地方。
他从车上跳下来，抓起那个小孩，将他按在车门上嚷道：“刚才是怎么回事？你是谁？你知道自己刚刚做了什么吗？”他气愤地继续吼着：“你知道你得赔多少钱才能修好这辆新车吗？你为什么要这样做呢？”
“很对不起，先生，我不知道我还能怎么做。”小孩乞求道。
他继续说：“我哥哥从轮椅上摔了下来，我抱不动他。”
男孩哭着问总裁：“您愿意帮我把哥哥抬到轮椅上去吗？他受伤了。他太重我抱不动。”
这些话深深地打动了年轻的总裁，他把那个受伤的哥哥抱回轮椅上。并拿出手帕为他擦拭伤口，看一下伤口是否有什么大问题。
“谢谢您，先生，上帝保佑您。”小男孩感激地说。总裁望着男孩推着哥哥回家了。
对于他的Jaguar来说，返回的路似乎变得极为漫长。他没有修车门，让保留在车上的凹痕时刻提醒自己：不要在生活的道路上走得过于匆忙，那样别人只好向你扔砖头，引起你的注意。
当生命想与你的心灵窃窃私语，有时，你会没有时间去聆听……那么砖头就会落到你的头上，提醒你注意！
有两种选择摆在你面前：聆听心灵的声音或者等待砖头降临！
有时你会忽略深爱的人，那是因为你在生命的道路上行进太快，而无暇考虑是否真的爱他们？“The Brick” in Life
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A young and successful executive was traveling down a neighborhood street； going a bit too fast in his new Jaguar。 He was watching for kids darting out from between parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw something。
As his car passed； one child appeared； and a brick smashed into the Jag’s side door。 He slammed on the brakes and spun the Jag back to the spot from where the brick had been thrown。
He jumped out of the car； grabbed that kid and pushed him up against a parked car； shouting； “What was that all about and who are you？ Just what the heck are you doing？” Building up a head of steam； he went on “That’s a new car and that brick you threw is gonna cost a lot of money。 Why did you do it？”
“Please； mister； please； I’m sorry。 I didn’t know what else to do！” pleaded the youngster。
“It’s my brother； ” he said。 “He rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I can’t lift him up。
Sobbing； the boy asked the executive； “Would you please help me get him back into his wheelchair？ He’s hurt and he’s too heavy for me。”
Moved beyond words； the driver tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat。 He lifted the young man back into the wheelchair and took out his handkerchief and wiped the scrapes and cuts； checking to see that everything was going to be okay。
“Thank you； sir。 And God bless you；” the grateful child said to him。 The man then watched the little boy push his brother to the sidewalk toward their home。
It was a long walk backs to his Jaguar。。。 a long； slow walk。 He never did repair the side door。 He kept the dent to remind him not to go through life so fast that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your attention。
Life whispers in your soul and speaks to your heart。 Sometimes； when you don’t have the time to listen， life throws a brick at your head。
It’s your choice： listen to the whispers of your soul or wait for the brick！
Do you sometimes ignore loved ones because your life is too fast and busy leaving them to wonder whether you really love them？
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另一种快乐（1）
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天正下着毛毛雨，我和姐姐吉尔从卫理公会教堂跑出来，一心只想快点回家，玩圣诞老人送给我们和小妹莎伦的玩具礼物。灰狗长途汽车会在教堂对面的泛美加油站停靠。因为那天是圣诞节，加油站没营业，但我却发现有一家人站在紧闭的加油站门外。他们挤在狭窄的檐篷下，尽量避免被雨淋湿。我的脑海中忽然闪现出一个问题：他们为什么要站在那儿呢？但在追赶吉尔时，这个疑问很快便被抛至脑后了。
其实到家后根本没时间让我们尽情摆弄礼物，因为马上要去爷爷奶奶家共进一年一度的圣诞大餐。我们的车路经刚才那个街区时，我看到那家人仍站在紧闭的加油站门外。
爸爸的车速很慢，越接近去爷爷奶奶家的岔路口，车子就越慢。突然，爸爸在公路中间，来了个180度大转弯，原路返回，他说：“我实在不忍心！”
“什么？”妈妈问他。
“那几个站在泛美加油站门外淋雨的人，他们还带着小孩呢。今天是圣诞节，我怎么能忍心呢。”
爸爸把车停在了加油站旁边，我看见那一家共有五口人：父母和三个孩子——两个女孩，一个小男孩。
爸爸把车窗摇了下来，对他们说：“圣诞快乐！”
“你好！”那个男人答道。他个子高高的，把腰稍微弯下来往我们车里看。
我和吉尔、莎伦盯着那几个小孩看，他们也看着我们。
“你们是在等车吗？”爸爸问。
男人说是，他们准备去伯明翰，他有个哥哥在那边，而且希望能在那找份工作。
“汽车至少得几个小时后才能来，站在这等你们都会淋湿的。往前几英里是温邦车站，那儿有个遮棚，可以避雨，还有板凳坐。”爸爸说，“要不你们上车，我把你们捎到那儿吧。”
男人想了想，然后示意家人过来。他们钻进车里，除了身上穿的衣服，没有任何行李。
等他们坐好了，爸爸回过头来问那几个孩子，圣诞老人有没有找到他们。三张阴郁的脸无声地告诉了他答案。
“不会吧，”爸爸边说边眨眼暗示妈妈，“早上我遇到圣诞老人了，他说找不到你们，就把要给你们的礼物先寄存在我们家了。现在咱们就去拿吧，一会儿我再把你们送到车站去。”
三个孩子顿时神采飞扬，在座位上欢呼雀跃起来。
到了我家，一下车，那三个孩子进了大门就直奔圣诞树下的礼物。其中一个小女孩看到了吉尔的洋娃娃，立刻把它抱在怀里。我记得那小男孩把莎伦的小球抓去了，而另外一个女孩则把我的一件礼物挑走了。这是很久以前的事了，至今我仍记忆犹新，因为那个圣诞节，我和我的姐妹们感受到了使别人快乐的愉悦。
妈妈看到他们家老二穿着短袖的裙子，便把吉尔唯一的毛衣送给了她。
爸爸邀请他们一起去爷爷奶奶家吃圣诞大餐。不论怎么劝说，他们还是坚持谢绝了我们的好意。
回到车上，返回温邦的路上爸爸问那个男人是否有买车票的钱。
他说他哥哥把车票寄来了。
爸爸把口袋里仅有的两美元掏了出来，那是我们熬到下次发工资前的所有钱，他却把它塞给了那个男人。男人想把钱推回来，但爸爸坚持要他收下。“等你们到伯明翰时已经很晚了，路上孩子们会饿的。收下吧，我以前也曾一贫如洗，我理解，让家人挨饿的滋味很难受。”
把他们送到温邦的车站后，我们便离开了。我透过车窗望了他们好久，看着那个小女孩抱着她的新洋娃娃。
■ 心灵小语
通往快乐的道路有很多条，我们偶尔也要改变一下方向，选择另一条通往快乐的路。文中并不富裕的一家人，慷慨地把自己的生活费送给了更需要它的人。然而，他们并没有因此而感到失落，而是为了能够帮到别人而感到更加幸福。
Christmas Morning
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A light drizzle was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church； eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa had left for us and our baby sister Sharon。 Across the street from the church was a Pan American gas station where the Greyhound bus stopped。 It was closed for Christmas； but I noticed a family standing outside the locked door； huddled under the narrow overhang in an attempt to keep dry。 I wondered briefly why they were there but then forgot about them as I raced to keep up with Jill。。 最好的txt下载网
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Once we got home； there was barely time to enjoy our presents。 We had to go off to our grandparents’ house for our annual Christmas dinner。 As we drove down the highway through town； I noticed that the family was still there； standing outside the closed gas station。
My father was driving very slowly down the highway。 The closer we got to the turnoff for my grandparents’ house； the slower the car went。 Suddenly； my father U…turned in the middle of the road and said； “I can’t stand it！”
“What？” asked my mother。
“It’s those people back there at the Pan Am； standing in the rain。 They’ve got children。 It’s Christmas。 I can’t stand it。”
When my father pulled into the service station； I saw that there were five of them： the parents and three children—two girls and a small boy。
My father rolled down his window。 “Merry Christmas；” he said。
“Howdy；” the man replied。 He was very tall and had to stoop slightly to peer into the car。
Jill； Sharon； and I stared at the children； and they stared back at us。
“You waiting on the bus？” my father asked。
The man said that they were。 They were going to Birmingham； where he had a brother and prospects of a job。
“Well； that bus isn’t going to e along for several hours； and you’re getting wet standing here。 Winborn’s just a couple miles up the road。 They’ve got a shed with a cover there； and some benches；” my father said。 “Why don’t you all get in the car and I’ll run you up there。”
The man thought about it for a moment； and then he beckoned to his family。 They climbed into the car。 They had no luggage； only the clothes they were wearing。
Once they settled in； my father looked back over his shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet。 Three glum faces mutely gave him their answers。
“Well； I didn’t think so；” my father said； winking at my mother； “because when I saw Santa this morning； he told me that he was having trouble finding you all； and he asked me if he could leave your toys at my house。 We’ll just go get them before I take you to the bus stop。”
All at once； the three children’s faces lit up； and they began to bounce around in the back seat； laughing and chattering。
When we got out of the car at our house； the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that were spread out under our Christmas tree。 One of the girls spied Jill’s doll and immediately hugged it to her breast。 I remember that the little boy grabbed Sharon’s ball。 And the other girl picked up something of mine。 All this happened a long time ago； but the memory of it remains clear。 That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy of making others happy。
My mother noticed that the middle child was wearing a short…sleeved dress； so she gave the girl Jill’s only sweater to wear。
My father invited them to join us at our grandparents’ for Christmas dinner； but the parents refused。 Even when we all tried to talk them into ing； they were firm in their decision。
Back in the car； on the way to Winborn； my father asked the man if he had money for bus fare。
His brother had sent tickets； the man said。
My father reached into his pocket and pulled out two dollars； which was all he had left until his next payday。 He pressed the money into the man’s hand。 The man tried to give it back； but my father insisted。 “It’ll be late when you get to Birmingham； and these children will be hungry before then。 Take it。 I’ve been broke before； and