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一天女孩過生日,男孩子在她生日的聚會上送了她一只可愛的毛毛熊,在各種生日禮物中,這根本算不上是禮物。女孩有些生氣,也許更多的是憤怒,沒想到自己男朋友這麼小氣,今天是她的生日,還來了這麼多朋友。

去年男孩在她生日的時候送了她一把很名貴的藏刀,男孩發誓說,如果有一天他背叛了女孩,女孩可以用刀劃破他的胸膛。

今年,兩個人一直在討論兩個人的未來,這麼多朋友都來為女孩慶祝生日,是男孩說在生日哪天會給女孩一個終生難忘的禮物。結果似乎一切都出乎大家的以外,當然主要是女孩!

面對女孩憤怒的眼神,男孩只是壞壞的笑,這份禮物真的讓女孩終生難忘。女孩在聚會中喝了很多酒,而男孩只是在旁邊静静的喝著可樂

聚會結束,他們要回到自己的小家,上了公路,女生一直很憤怒,一直在埋怨,車的後排座放了很多名貴的禮物,當然還有那只毛毛熊.女生開始抱怨男孩不愛她,不珍惜他們的愛,男孩只是静静的開着車,什麼也沒有說,偶然會有一絲笑在臉上。酒精在衝動的驅使下發作了,女孩吐了,男孩靠邊停了車,女孩大發脾氣,指責男孩給了她這樣一個不愉快的生日,說了一些很傷感情的事情,男孩一直無語,只是一只手拿着紙巾,一只手拿着礦泉水.女孩突然跑到了公路中間,男孩沒有拉住她,兩個人就這樣在公路上拉扯着.突然,一輛飛馳的快車直奔兩個人行駛過來,男孩想都沒想的扔掉了手中的東西推開了女孩,女孩的頭重重的摔到了地上。

等她甦醒的時候,她已經躺在了醫院,頭上綁着繃帶.那輛飛速行駛汽車的司機,証明是酒後駕車.男孩被撞出了15米,當救護車到的時候,他嘴裡一邊吐着血一直說着【别管我,看我女朋友怎麼樣?】

到了醫院,男孩已經去了另一個世界,他最後的一句話是毛毛熊,毛毛熊在他的要求下,被醫護人員帶上了救護車,他在這個世界上最後的一段路,就是這只小熊一直陪着他。

女孩得知男孩離去的消息,一直在哭,哭的昏过去了好幾次。

一個有心的護士把小熊送到了她的枕邊,女孩再一次從昏厥中醒來,看着小熊上邊有着男孩的血,似乎有着男孩的體温,她緊緊的把它抱在了胸前,輕輕的摸著它。突然摸一件很硬的東西,女孩從小熊的口袋裡摸出了一件東西,一個戒指盒,裡面有一隻漂亮的鑽石戒指,女孩看到這一切,切底崩潰哭了。

她拼命的哭,用力的撕着自己的頭髮和頭上的繃带,但是一切似乎都没有意義了。女孩去了停屍間,那是的男孩身上的血跡已經被擦乾,他乾乾淨淨的,安詳的躺在那裡,嘴角還是有着一絲壞壞的笑,女孩用手摸着男孩的頭,淚水從眼角滑落,她不想哭出聲,因為男孩不喜歡她哭。

女孩第二天就出院了,回到了他們曾經愛的港灣。打開房門,她被眼前的一切嚇呆了,房間裡滿是玫瑰,桌子上有一個大大的蛋糕,旁邊的一個保温餐盒和一張卡片.打開餐盒裡面是她最愛喝的湯,打開卡片裡面寫着:『嫁给我,你一輩子都不會後悔,你一輩子都會感覺温暖,我會一輩子讓你幸福,我會一直守侯在你的身邊,我會每天叫你起床,為你做你喜歡的早餐,送你上班,時刻惦記你,随時給你電話和信息,不讓孤獨的感覺伴隨你一時一刻,晚上我會接你下班,為你做晚飯,晚上讓你在我的懷中睡去後再静静睡去。家裡事情你做主,但是家務還是我來吧,我身體比較好一點。如果應酬,我會在11點前回家,如果出差我會把你這幾天食物準備好,當然還有你愛吃的零食.其實愛情就是簡簡單單兩個人的幸福,我們的幸福才剛剛開始,希望......』

女孩再也看不下去了,她看到了房間裡仿佛滿是他們的歡聲笑語,滿是他們的蜜語甜言,往日的情景一下子,湧入了她的心頭,她在自責,在懊悔,在埋怨......

想着到底是誰背叛了那曾經美好的東西.曾經的幸福這個時候變的尖銳,曾經的歡笑這個時候變的灰色。男孩火化的那天女孩沒有去,女孩一個人静静的呆在他們愛的港灣,躺在他們經常做愛的床上,看着他們出去旅游拍的影片,輕輕的用去年生日哪天男孩送他那把藏刀割開了自己的手腕......

窗頭放着一張卡片:『親愛的我來了,沒有你的日子我好難過.是我錯了,你走的這幾天,我一直在回味我們在一起的日子,你的體温你的氣味、你的壞笑和你做的飯,你是個騙子,你說過一生守護我的,沒有你,一個人睡覺好冷的,沒有你做飯我肚子好餓,沒有你在身邊我好孤單,你慢點走,我來了,雖然你沒有實現你的承諾,但是我還是真的愛你,壞蛋我來了,慢點走,在前面等我,我來了......』


戀愛中的朋友們,好好珍惜吧!也許這個世界沒有那麼完滿的愛.但是這個世界有着最愛你的人和你最愛的人.當最愛你的人和你最愛的人是一個人的時候,告訴你.你是幸福的,有些人往往是三角戀,也許你不懂我的愛。我想看了這則故事你應該明白點吧!希望看完這則故事的人珍惜眼前的一切,不要因為一點小事鬧大架!


This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa .

One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).

We also had no special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped in.

Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst (rubber perishes easily in tropical climates)..

'And it is our last hot water bottle!' she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.

They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

'All right,' I said, 'put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts Your job is to keep the baby warm.'

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough,mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died.

During prayer time, one ten -year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. 'Please, God' she prayed, 'Send us a hot water bottle today It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon.'

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added, 'And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?'

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say 'Amen?' I just did not believe that God could do this.

Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever, received a parcel from home.

Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.

From the top, I lifted out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored.. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas - that would make a batch of buns for the weekend.

Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be?

I grasped it and pulled it out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I cried.

I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could.

Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, 'If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!'

Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted!

Looking up at me, she asked, 'Can I go over with you and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?'

'Of course,' I replied!

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator.

And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child - five months before, in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it 'that afternoon.'

'Before they call, I will answer.' (Isaiah 65:24)

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