My son Daniel began surfing at the age of 13. After school each day he put on his wet suit and waited to be challenged by three-to-six-foot waves. Daniel's love for the ride was tested one1afternoon.
"Your son's been in an accident," the lifeguard (救生员) reported to my2Mike over the phone hurriedly. "3he came up to the top of the water, the point of the board was headed toward his eye."
Mike rushed our son to the hospital. He426 stitches (缝合) from the corner of his eye to the bridge of his nose.
I was5home from a meeting while Daniel's eye was being stitched. Mike drove6to the airport after they left the doctor's office. He greeted7at the gate while Daniel was waiting in the car.
"Daniel?" I questioned. I remember thinking the8must have been terrible that day.
"He's been in an accident, but he's going to be fine," Mike comforted me.
I ran to the car. My son reached out both arms, crying, "Oh, Mum, I'm so glad you're home."
I sobbed (抽泣) in his arms, telling him how9I felt about not being there when the lifeguard called.
"It's okay, Mum," he said. "I'll be fine. The doctor said I can go back in the water in eight days."
Was he10? I wanted to tell him that he wasn't allowed to go near water again until he was 35, but11I controlled myself.
He kept asking me to let him go back on the12for the next seven days. One day after I13 "No" to him for the 100th time, he beat me at my own game.
"Mum, you taught me never to14what we love."
I gave in. Back then Daniel was just a boy with deep15for surfing. Now he is among the top 25 surfers in the world.
