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第18章 爱的奇迹Love Lives Forever2（第1页）

第18章爱的奇迹LoveLivesForever（2）

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MomandIarrivedhomebeforetherestofthefamily.Iwasglad.Iwaimealohmyalmosttougmychest，Ipulledoffmydhungiti.WhenIturnedaroundmymotherwasstandingrightinfrontofme.Shedidn’tsayanythiiearsrunningdownhercheeks.Seeingherue.BeforeIkening，Iwasinherarmsbawlinglikeabigbaby.Afewmier，sheledmeintothelivingroomtothecouch.

“Sitdowtotalktoyou.”

Irubbedmyeyeswithmysleeveandlugatthemytrousers.

“Youheardwhatthedoctorsaidaboutyournotfinishingschool.Idon’tbelievehim.”

Istoppedsnifflingaher.Hermildblueeyessmiledihemlayanironwill.“We’llhavetoworkveryhard，youandI，butIthinkwedoit.NowthatIknoroblemis，weeit.I’mgoiorwhoknowsaboutdyslexia.I’llworkwithyoumyselfeveningsandweekends.”

Hereyebronasshepeeredatme.“Areyouwillingtowork，Peter?Doyouwanttotry?”

Arayofhopeshhthehazyfuture.“Yes，Mom.Ireallywantto.”

&sixyearswereanenduranforbothofus.IstudiedwithatutortwiceaweekuntilIcouldhaltinglyreadmylesso，mymomandIsatatmylittledeskahatday’sschoolworkforatleasttwohours，sometimesuntilmidnight.Wedrilledfortestsuntilmyheadpouheprintblurredbeforemyeyes.Atleastta.Ihadthestrengthofakitten，butmymenever>

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，Ilookedoveratthechairsheusedtositimyheartwasfull.

Mom’sprayersstillfollowedme.Icouldfeelherpresence.Iseherfaith.

InmygraduatioimonyIsaid，“ManypeoplehadapartinmakingBiblecollegeasue.ThepersonwhohelpedmemostiswatHeaventonight.ToherIsay，‘ThankyfaithinGodandfaithinme.Youithme.’”