十二歲時(shí),我以為誠(chéng)實(shí)總會(huì)有回報(bào)。
One afternoon, I hit a ball through a vacant apartment’s window.
一天下午,我不小心將球踢進(jìn)了一間空公寓的窗戶中。
The sound of shattering glass was followed by kids running in all directions screaming, “Run! No one will tell.”
一聲窗戶玻璃碎裂的聲音后,小伙伴們四下逃竄,邊跑邊喊:“快跑,沒有人會(huì)知道的!”
I went to the manager, expecting praise for being so honest. He laughed, saying, “I’ve never had a kid snitch on themselves. Kind of dumb.”
而我找到了大樓的經(jīng)理,希望他會(huì)表揚(yáng)我的誠(chéng)實(shí)。他笑了,說:“我還從來沒見過像你這樣主動(dòng)告密的蠢孩子呢。”
I didn’t understand until my mother said, “How did you feel when you told the truth? Remember that instead of what he said. Pride in yourself will always be your reward.”
我對(duì)此很是不解,這時(shí),媽媽告訴我:“忘記他所說的,只需記住你講真話時(shí)的感受。誠(chéng)實(shí)所帶來的驕傲是永恒的回報(bào)。”