Life Is the Best Beautiful Hope
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When I was in the 8th grade in Ohio， a girl named Helen in my class had a terrible accident. As she was running to the bus in order not to miss it， she slipped on some ice and fell under the rear wheels of the bus. She survived the accident， but was paralyzed from the waist down. I went to see her， in my 13-year-old mind thinking she wouldn’t live normally from then on.
Over the years， I moved and didn’t think much about Helen after that. Three years ago， in Florida， my oldest son was hit by a car while riding his bike， causing a terrible brain injury. While I was looking after my son， a lady who said she was the hospital’s social worker called. It was a particularly trying day. I burst into tears for no reason and hung up.
A short time later， a beautiful woman， in a wheelchair， rolled into my son’s room with a box of tissues. After 16 years， I still recognized Helen. She smiled， handed me the tissues and hugged me. I told her who I was， and after we both got through the shock of that， she began to tell me about her life since we last saw each other. She had married， had children and gotten her degree so that she could smooth the path for those less fortunate than her. She told me that if there was anything she could give me， it would be hope.
Looking at this wonderful， giving person， I felt small. But I also felt the first hope I had felt since learning that my son was hurt. From this person that I thought would have no quality of life， I learned that where there is life， there is hope. My son miraculously recovered and we moved back north， but I owe Helen a debt that I can never repay.
我在俄亥俄州读八年级时，班上有一个女孩名叫海伦，她遭遇了一场严重的车祸。她怕错过公交车，急匆匆地跑过去时，不慎踩到冰块，滑倒在后车轮下。她幸免于难，但腰部以下瘫痪了。去探望她时，13岁的我想，从此以后，她再也不能正常地生活了。