爱的奇迹LoveLivesForever
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MymouthfeltdryasIfollowedmymotherior'sprivateoffikintoapaddedexttohers。Thisdo'tcarryastethoscope。Hehadaroomfullofgadgetsandgizmostoahelearningabilitiesoffailidayhehadanalyzedme。
Heshuffledpapersandjabbedhiswireframeglasseswithafer。“I'msorrytotellyouthis,Mrs。Dow,butPeterhasdyslexia。Afairlyseverecase。”
Iswallowedaobreathe。Thedoton。“He'llneverreadabovethefradelevel。Sin'tbeabletopletehighschoolrequirements,Isuggestyouenrollhiminatradeschoolwherehetoworkwithhishands。”
Ididn'twanttogototradeschool。Iwaobeapreacher,likemydad。Myeyesfilledwithtears,butIforcedthemback。Atwelve-year-oldwastoobigtocry。
Momstoodup,soIjumpedtomyfeet,too。“Thankyou,Doctor,”shesaid。“ealoer。”
Wedrovehomewithoutsayingmuch。Ifeltnumb。Dyslexia?I'dheworduntillastweek。Sure,Iwasalwaystheslowestkidinmyclass。DuringrecessIhadaspegpladashrub。ThereIwouldcrybecauseIylessonsnomatterhowhardItried。
Ofcourse,Ioldmymomaboutthatpartofschool。Iwastooashamed。Ididn'twanttoworryher,either。Shehadenoughonhermindwithteagschoolfull-timeandtakingytwobrothers,mysisterandme。
MomandIarrivedhomebeforetherestofthefamily。Iwasglad。Iwaimealohmyalmosttougmychest,Ipulledoffmydhungiti。WhenIturnedaroundmymotherwasstandingrightinfrontofme。Shedidn'tsayanythiiearsrunningdownhercheeks。Seeingherue。BeforeIkening,Iwasinherarmsbawlinglikeabigbaby。Afewmier,sheledmeintothelivingroomtothecouch。
“Sitdowtotalktoyou。”
Irubbedmyeyeswithmysleeveandlugatthemytrousers。
“Youheardwhatthedoctorsaidaboutyournotfinishingschool。Idon'tbelievehim。”
Istoppedsnifflingaher。Hermildblueeyessmiledintomihemlayanironwill。“We'llhavetoworkveryhard,youandI,butIthinkwedoit。NowthatIknoroblemis,weeit。I'mgoiorwhoknowsaboutdyslexia。I'llworkwithyoumyselfeveningsandweekends。”Hereyebronasshepeeredatme。“Areyouwillingtowork,Peter?Doyouwanttotry?”
Arayofhopeshhthehazyfuture。“Yes,Mom。Iwanttorealhad。”
&sixyearswereanenduranforbothofus。IstudiedwithatutortwiceaweekuntilIcouldhaltinglyreadmylesso,mymomandIsatatmylittledeskahatday'sschoolworkforatleasttwohours,sometimesuntilmidnight。Wedrilledfortestsuntilmyheadpouheprintblurredbeforemyeyes。Atleastta。Ihadthestrengthofakitten,butmymomenever
She'driseearlytoprayovermyschoolday。AthousandtimesIheardhersay,“Lord,opeer'smindtoday。Helphimrememberthethiudied。”
HervisionreadthethreeR's。Twiatstatewidespeepetitions。Ipartissandearoworkasanannounalocalradiostation。
&herdevelrainesduringmysenioryear。Sheblamedtheheadastress。Somedaystheintensepaiheriillshe'dintheevening,wearingherrobe,aniherhand,tostudywithme。
WelaughedandIpassedmyseniorfinals。TwodaysbefraduatioomymotheraBiblecollege。Iwaogo,butI>
Momsaid,“ApplyattheBibleIown。Youliveathome,andI'llhelpyou。”
Iputmyarmsaredherclose,abaseball-sizedlumpinmythroat。
&ergraduation,mymomfeltastabbingpaininherhead。Shebecamedisorientedforjustamomeht。Itwasanrai,soshewenightDadtriedtowakeher。Shewasunscious。
Afewhourslater,awhite-coateddohadahathadburst。Amassivehemeleftusnohope。Shediedt>
Mygriefalmostdrownedme。ForweeksIwalkedtheflht,sometimesweepiaringatnothing。DidIhaveafuturewithoutmymother?Shewasmyeyes,myuanding,mylife。ShouldIstillenrollihethoughtofgoingonalohterror。But,deepinside,Ikomoveoep,forher。
WhenIbroughthomethefirstsemester'sbooksaliimylittledesk。Withtremblingfingers,Iopeorybookaoreadthefirstchapter。Suddenly,Ilookedoveratthechairsheusedtositin。Itty,butmyheartwasfull。
Mom'sprayersstillfollowedme。Icouldfeelherpresence。Iseherfaith。