第6部分(第5/6 页)

scheduled　walk；　he　came　out　and　walked　with　me　to　my　room。　He　explained　that　he　and　his　wife　had　brought　their　teenage　son　to　this　hospital　of　hope　from　Iran。　They　were　still　hoping；　but　things　were　not　going　well。　He　told　me　of　how　I　had　encouraged　him　on　that　first　dreadful　night’s　walking　tour　and　how　he　was　rooting　for　me。　For　three　more　weeks　we　continued　our　conversations—each　giving　the　other　the　gift　of　caring　and　friendship。　He　told　me　of　how　he　enjoyed　seeing　my　family　as　they　rallied　around　me　and　I　was　saddened　by　the　loneliness　of　that　small　family　so　far　from　home。

Miraculously；　there　did　e　a　day　when　the　doctor　told　me　I　would　be　discharged　the　following　morning。　That　night　I　told　my　friend。　The　next　morning　he　came　to　my　room。　I　had　been　up　and　dressed　since　dawn。　My　bright　yellow　dress　gave　me　hope　and　I　almost　looked　human。　We　talked　a　bit。　I　told　him　I　would　pray　for　his　son。　He　thanked　me　but　shrugged　his　shoulders；　indicating　the　hopelessness。　We　knew　we　would　never　see　each　other　again　in　this　world。　This　man　in　his　sorrow　was　so　happy　for　me。　I　felt　his　love。　He　took　my　hand　and　said；　“You　are　my　sister。”　I　answered　back　and　said；　“You　are　my　brother。”　He　turned　and　left　the　room。　。。

情暖今生（3）

My　family　came　to　retrieve　me。　Doctors　and　nurses　to　say　their　goodbyes　and　give　orders。　All　business　had　been　taken　care　of。　After　seven　and　a　half　weeks　I　was　leaving　the　hospital　room　I　had　walked　into　with　so　much　trepidation。

As　I　turned　to　walk　down　the　corridor　to　the　elevator；　my　brother　stood　in　the　doorway；　smiling；　nodding　and　giving　his　blessing。

It　was　14　years　ago　today　on　March　17th　1990　that　I　entered　that　operating　room　and　much　has　happened　to　the　world　since　my　brother　and　I　said　our　last　farewell。　Yet　I　th