It was well after midnight. I stood silently staring out of the window, feeling cold. All in my thought was nothing but the 1 to come. It finally came at 9 a.m. I was 2 into an operating room. Six hours later, I was sent back. The next day I found myself on my 3, half walking, half supported by medical equipment and my 4. The orders were to walk the length of the hospital5 and then back. It was then that I first met the man, 6 was standing in the doorway, smiling and nodding as I passed with my brother. On the fourth week when I was able to 7alone along the passage, I stopped a minute to chat. He explained that he had brought his son to this 8 full of hope, but things were not going well. I told him I would pray (祈祷) for his 9. He thanked me but shook his head10. Then came the day 11 the doctor told me I was well enough to go home. This man was so happy for me. I felt his 12.
That was 14 years ago. Yet I think of him often and his love is always in my heart. When 13 a life-threatening illness, job loss, however serious it may be, we can turn to those around us and will 14 the love of others, almost freely and thankfully. This kind of love is blind to race and color, and will 15 forever.
