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心灵鸡汤精选Christmas in July
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【文章梗概】夏日炎炎，病房的孩子们欢度“七月圣诞”。我一直照料的女孩史黛丝问我“最喜欢圣诞节什么”，我告诉她是“会让我想起我爱的人的装饰”。当晚我和往常一样给她讲睡前故事，她送了我一份礼物，让我到真正的圣诞再打开。史黛丝在十月的一天离开了，我非常想念她。等到平安夜我打开礼物，发现是个雪人挂饰—史黛丝记住了我那天的回答。每年圣诞，这个挂饰都会让我想起我爱的那个小女孩。
Children are God’s apostles, nt forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope and peace.
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~J. R. Lowell
A drop of sweat trickledbec考试报名 down the side of my face. As I walked through the door into the building, a blast of cool air enveloped me.
“Thank goodness for air-conditioning!” I said loudly to the receptionist in the lobby. She nodded in agreement as she answered a call and I got onto the elevator.
“What number?” asked a little boy in a red wagon being pulled by his mom.
I looked at him and smiled. “Number five.”
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He pushed the button as he smiled back at me with blue eyes that sparkled. He had no hair, and his mouth was covered with a paper mask. He wasn’t from my floor . . . the masks on my floor were oxygen masks, and they still had their own hair. As a pediatric nur in a pediatric hospital the sights were a common and accepted part of my job.
It was July 24, a sweltering文科综合 summer day. But when the elevator doors opened to the fifth floor, it was like a scene from a winter wonderland. There was a lighted Christmas tree in the corner and paper snowflakes hanging from every ceiling tile. Red ribbons adorned all
the doorknobs of the patient rooms, and snowmen were pasted on every other available open space. The Christmas carol “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” played in the background, harmonized by Alvin and the Chipmunks. The playroom was filled with children with oxygen tanks and IV poles in tow. There was much laughter and 购物中心英文giggling going on as the “play lady” turned to me and said, “Merry Christmas! We are celebrating Christmas in July . . . so that makes today Christmas Eve! Hope you’ve got your shopping done!”酒店管理培训
I smiled at her firmnessinventiveness and said, “What a great idea, Betsy! Two Christmas in one year. The kids must have been really good!”
As my afternoon shift began and I started my assignment, I saw each of Santa’s “July elves” I was assigned to, all gathered in the playroom, still giggling and listening to the Chipmunks. I did a quick check to make sure everyone was okay, and let them get back to the fun.
After playtime was finished and IV poles and oxygen tanks with kids attached were return
ed to their rooms, I began my rounds.
i miss you是什么意思I saved Stacey for last so I could spend more time with her as needed. She was waiting for me, with that slightly lopsidedgrin and tho huge brown eyes. I had been caring for her for many months.
Her voice sounded far away with the oxygen mask pulled tightly over her cheeks. “Kathy, what do you like best about Christmas?”
I didn’t really think about my answer, I just said, “I love decorating the tree. I have some special ornaments that remind me of people I love.”
While doing her treatments we talked about Christmas, and I told her part of a story I remembered from when I was her age, about a mou that ate Santa’s cake. I couldn’t remember the end and what happened to the mou, but I said I would try to find out.
I could e she was really tired when her treatment to clear her lungs was finished. She fell asleep during dinner while watching TV; she didn’t have the energy of most other eigh
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t-year-olds. I was conscious of the subtle changes, and I knew her treatment options were limited. I understood that she was slipping away. No matter how much I loved her, I could not change that.
Stacey slept much of the evening. As usual, she awakened when I came to say goodnight. It was a ritual we had started when I first started caring for her. Whenever my shift was almost over, I would come to tell her a story, she would brush her teeth and say her prayers, and I would hug and kiss her and tuck her in her bed for the night.
Since it was Christmas Eve in July, I recited “The Night Before Christmas” for her. Just as I was about to leave, she handed me a small package wrapped in white tissue paper and tied with a red ribbon. I was touched and surprid. “Can I open it now since it is after midnight and it is Christmas . . . in July?”
“No, I want you to wait for the real Christmas, with snow, and trees, and Santa . . . in December.”
I gave her another gentle squeeze, and said, “You are so special to me. I love you. I can’t wait till Christmas to e what it is!”
She smiled from beneath her oxygen mask and said, “You have to promi you will wait.”
I assured her I would wait, just as she asked.
The dog days of summer turned into the cool, crisp days of fall. Stacey and I watched from her hospital room as the children played in the park across the street. Soon the brilliant crimson and yellow of the leaves heralded the arrival of October. Stacey’s breathing was becoming increasingly difficult and she required more oxygen to keep her comfortable. Her usually sallowcomplexion was now a bluishhue, and she cho her words carefully whenever she spoke. It required most of her energy to talk, and when she said, “I’m tired,” it wasn’t just tired. She was tired of fighting for every breath.
