注册 登录  
 加关注
   显示下一条  |  关闭
温馨提示!由于新浪微博认证机制调整,您的新浪微博帐号绑定已过期,请重新绑定!立即重新绑定新浪微博》  |  关闭

孙广趁教育教学工作室

真实记录教育教学工作

 
 
 

日志

 
 

The Cab Ride I'll Never Forget(中考阅读)  

2014-04-29 21:37:50|  分类: 中考阅读 |  标签: |举报 |字号 订阅

  下载LOFTER 我的照片书  |
        I arrived at the address and honked(鸣响) the horn. After waiting a few minutes, I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift(班), I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.
  "Just a minute,” answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90s stood before me. By her side was a small suitcase. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She kept thanking me for my kindness. “It’s nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.” “Oh, you’re such a good boy,” she said.
  When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, “Could you drive through down-town?” “It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quick-ly. “Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’min no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice(临终关怀医院).”I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have any family left,” she continued in a soft voice. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.” I quietly reached over and shut off the meter(计价器).
  “What route would you like me to take?” I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived before. Sometimes she’d ask me to slowin front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness,saying nothing. When the sun went down,she suddenly said, “I’m tired.Let’s go now.” We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building,like a small convalescent home(疗养院). Two order-lies(护工) came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous(关心的) and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.
  I opened the trunk(后备箱) and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. “How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse. “Nothing,” I said. “You have to make a living,” she answered. “There are other passengers,” I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. “You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.” I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dimlight.
  Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?What if I had refused to take the run,or had honked once, then driven away?On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life. We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware—beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
  评论这张
 
阅读(3360)| 评论(0)
推荐 转载

历史上的今天

在LOFTER的更多文章

评论

<#--最新日志,群博日志--> <#--推荐日志--> <#--引用记录--> <#--博主推荐--> <#--随机阅读--> <#--首页推荐--> <#--历史上的今天--> <#--被推荐日志--> <#--上一篇,下一篇--> <#-- 热度 --> <#-- 网易新闻广告 --> <#--右边模块结构--> <#--评论模块结构--> <#--引用模块结构--> <#--博主发起的投票-->
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

页脚

网易公司版权所有 ©1997-2017