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第18章 爱的奇迹Love Lives Forever2（第1页）
第18章爱的奇迹LoveLivesForever（2）
MomandIarrivedhomebeforetherestofthefamily。Iwasglad。Iwaimealohmyalmosttougmychest，Ipulledoffmydhungiti。WhenIturnedaroundmymotherwasstandingrightinfrontofme。Shedidn’tsayanythiiearsrunningdownhercheeks。Seeingherue。BeforeIkening，Iwasinherarmsbawlinglikeabigbaby。Afewmier，sheledmeintothelivingroomtothecouch。
“Sitdowtotalktoyou。”
Irubbedmyeyeswithmysleeveandlugatthemytrousers。
“Youheardwhatthedoctorsaidaboutyournotfinishingschool。Idon’tbelievehim。”
Istoppedsnifflingaher。Hermildblueeyessmiledihemlayanironwill。“We’llhavetoworkveryhard，youandI，butIthinkwedoit。NowthatIknoroblemis，weeit。I’mgoiorwhoknowsaboutdyslexia。I’llworkwithyoumyselfeveningsandweekends。”Hereyebronasshepeeredatme。“Areyouwillingtowork，Peter?Doyouwanttotry?”
Arayofhopeshhthehazyfuture。“Yes，Mom。Ireallywantto。”
&sixyearswereanenduranforbothofus。IstudiedwithatutortwiceaweekuntilIcouldhaltinglyreadmylesso，mymomandIsatatmylittledeskahatday’sschoolworkforatleasttwohours，sometimesuntilmidnight。Wedrilledfortestsuntilmyheadpouheprintblurredbeforemyeyes。Atleastta。Ihadthestrengthofakitten，butmymenever>
She’driseearlytoprayovermyschoolday。AthousandtimesIheardhersay，“Lord，opeer’smindtoday。Helphimrememberthethiudied。”
HervisionreadthethreeR’s。Twiatstatewidespeepetitions。Ipartissandearoworkasanannounalocalradiostation。
&herdevelrainesduringmysenioryear。Sheblamedtheheadastress。Somedaystheintensepaiheriillshe’dintheevening，wearingherrobe，aniherhand，tostudywithme。
WelaughedandIpassedmyseniorfinals。TwodaysbefraduatioomymotheraBiblecollege。Iwaogo，butI>
Momsaid，“ApplyattheBibleIown。Youliveathome，andI’llhelpyou。”
Iputmyarmsaredherclose，abaseball-sizedlumpinmythroat。
&ergraduation，mymomfeltastabbingpaininherhead。Shebecamedisorientedforjustamomeht。Itwasanrai，soshewenightDadtriedtowakeher。Shewasunscious。
Afewhourslater，awhite-coateddohadahathadburst。Amassivehemeleftusnohope。Shediedt
Mygriefalmostdrownedme。ForweeksIwalkedtheflht，sometimesweepiaringatnothing。DidIhaveafuturewithoutmymother?Shewasmyeyes，myuanding，mylife。ShouldIstillenrollihethoughtofgoingonalohterror。But，deepinside，Ikomoveoep，forher。
WhenIbroughthomethefirstsemester’sbooksaliimylittledesk。Withtremblingfingers，Iopeorybookaoreadthefirstchapter。Suddenly，Ilookedoveratthechairsheusedtositimyheartwasfull。
Mom’sprayersstillfollowedme。Icouldfeelherpresence。Iseherfaith。
InmygraduatioimonyIsaid，“ManypeoplehadapartinmakingBiblecollegeasue。ThepersonwhohelpedmemostiswatHeaventonight。ToherIsay，‘ThankyfaithinGodandfaithinme。Youithme。’”
