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第5章 爱在无语时Words from a Father(2)

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In his room,Daniel lay stretched out on his bed as I started to leave for the trip home.I tried to think of something to say to give him courage and confidence as he started this new phase of life.Again,words failed me.I mumbled something like,“Hope you feel better Dan.”And I left.

Now,as I stood before him,I thought of those lost opportunities.How many times have we all let such moments pass?A boy graduates from school,a daughter gets married.We go through the motions of the ceremony,but we don’t seek out our children and find a quiet moment to tell them what they have meant to us.Or what they might expect to face in the years ahead.

How fast the years had passed.Daniel was born in New Orleans,LA.,in 1962,slow to walk and talk,and small of stature.He was the tiniest in his class,but he developed a warm,outgoing nature and was popular with his peers.He was coordinated and agile,and he became adept in sports.

Baseball gave him his earliest challenge.He was an outstanding pitcher in Little League,and eventually,as a senior in high school,made the varsity,winning half the team’s games with a record of five wins and two losses.At graduation,the coach named Daniel the team’s most valuable player.

His finest hour,though,came at a school science fair.He entered an exhibit showing how the circulatory system works.It was primitive and crude,especially compared to the fancy,computerized,blinking-light models entered by other students.My wife,Sara,felt embarrassed for him.

It turned out that the other kids had not done their own work—their parents had made their exhibits.As the judges went on their rounds,they found that these other kids couldn’t answer their questions.Daniel answered every one.When the judges awarded the Albert Einstein Plaque for the best exhibit,they gave it to him.

By the time Daniel left for college he stood six feet tall and weighed 170 pounds.He was muscular and in superb condition,but he never pitched another inning,having given up baseball for English literature.I was sorry that he would not develop his athletic talent,but proud that he had made such a mature decision.