英語專業(yè)晨讀美文人生篇：乞丐啟示錄(英音)
How I've Been Enriched by Beggars
Outside our hotel in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam,
a seemingly ancient woman on crutches waited beside the door
with her hand outstretched.
Every day I put my hand in hers as our eyes met.
She never failed to return my smile, my grasp, and my greeting.
On the last day of our visit,
I found myself alone on a busy corner across the street from our hotel.
Bicycles and motorbikes careened in front of me.
We had been advised to walk straight through the teeming traffic
without looking right or left. Let them avoid us
But tonight I was by myself and felt inadequate to face the torrent of vehicles.
As I hesitated on the curb,
I felt a hand on my elbow and
looked down to see the smile of my small beggar friend looking up at me.
She nodded her head toward the street,
indicating that she would take me across.
Together, we moved slowly into the chaos as she gently prodded me forward.
When we reached the center of the crossing,
I looked down at her again, and couldn't resist exclaiming,
"You have the most beautiful smile."
She obviously knew little English,
but must have recognized the tone,
for she threw both arms and crutches around me in a big hug,
while the traffic streamed by us on both sides.
Then we precariously moved on toward the sidewalk,
where she pulled my face down to hers, kissed me on both cheeks,
and then limped away, still smiling and waving back to me.
I had not given her a single coin.
We had shared something vastly more important—
a warming of hearts in friendship.
This experience remained me of something Mother Teresa once said:
"If you cannot do great things, you can do small things with great love."
To look beggars in the eye and smile,
thus acknowledging their existence, is a small thing.
Putting your hand into another's outstretched hand
and grasping it firmly for a moment is also a small thing.
Learning to use a greeting in the local language is not too difficult.
But these are important.
Traveling in poorer nations,
I have witnessed a variety of ways to deal with beggars.
The most common response of tourists faced with the poverty-stricken
is to ignore them and focus their eyes elsewhere.
I have seen people push away an outstretched hand in angry annoyance.
A few may hastily drop a few coins into a beseeching palm,
and then execute a quick getaway in hopes that
another 20 ragged pursuers won't immediately appear on the scene.
But I feel it's worthwhile to try to live
by the words of English author John Cowper Powys:
"No one can consider himself wholly civilized
who does not look upon every individual,
without a single exception, as of deep and startling interest."
I've learned that those considered the world's most hopeless
are so often rich in humanity,
with hearts yearning to be affirmed—and ready to respond.
My life continues to be enriched by connecting with everyday humanity.
Each time I do this,
I rediscover that what I have been given is far beyond monetary value.
And I reaffirm that everyone is worthy—and worth knowing.
