发信人: oceann (dany), 信区: English
标 题: [好文共赏]A Touching Letter(转载)
发信站: 哈工大紫丁香 (Sun Aug 31 22:26:30 2003)
Background: This is a letter which a truck-driver writes to his wife.Steamboat
Mountain is a man-killer, and truckers who haul the Alaska Highway treat it w
ith respect, particularly in the winter. The road curves and twists over the m
ountain and sheer cliffs drop away sharply from the icy road. Countless trucks
and truckers have been lost there and many more will follow their last tracks
.This letter was found in a trunker's pocket in the remains of a semi.
My Darling Wife,
This is a letter that no man ever wants to write, but I'm lucky enough to
have some time to say what I've forgottern to say so many times. I love you,
sweetheart.
You used to kid me that I loved the truck more than you because I spent m
ore time with her. I do love this piece of iron--she's been good to me. She's
seen me through tough times and tough places. I could always count on her in a
long haul and she was speedy in the stretches. She never let me down.
But you want to know something? I love you for the same reasons. You've s
een me through the tough times and places, too.
Remember the first tuck? That run-down "ol" corn-binder that kept us brok
e all the time but always made just enough money to keep us eating? You wnet o
ut and got a job so that we could pay the rent and the bills. Every cent I mad
e went into the truck while your money kept us in food with a roof over our he
ads.
I remember that I complained about the truck, but I don't remember you ev
er complaining when you came home tired from work and I asked you for money to
go on the road again. If you did complain, I guess I didn't hear you. I was t
oo wrapped up with my problems to think of yours.
I think now of all the things you gave up for me. The clother, the holida
ys, the parties, the friends. You never complained and somehow I never remembe
red to thank you for being you.
When I sat having coffee with the boys, I always talked about my truck, m
y payments. I guess I forgot you were my partner even ifyou were't in the cab
with me. It was your sacrifices and determination as much as mine that finally
got the new truck.
I waas so proud of that truck I was bursting. I was proud of you too, but
I never told you that. I tookit for granted you knew, but if I had spent as m
uch time talking with you as I did polishing chrome, perhaps I would have.
In all the years I've prouded the pavement, I always knew your prayers ro
de with me. But this tiem they weren't enough.
I'm hurt and it's bad. I've made mylast mile and I want to say the things
that should have been said so many times before. The things that were forgott
en because I was too concerned about the truck and the job.
I'm thinking about the missed anniversaries and birthdays. The school pla
ys and hockey games that you went to alone becasue I was on the road.
I'm thinking about the lonely nights you spent alone, wondering wher I wa
s and how things were going. I'm thinking of all the times I thought of callin
g you just to say hello and somehow didn't get around to. I'mthinking of the p
eace of mind I had knowing that you were at home with the kids, waiting for me
.
The family dinners where you spent all your time telling your folks why I
couldn't make it. I was busy chaning oil; I was busy looking for parts; I was
sleeping becausse I was leaving early in the next morning. There was always a
reason, but somehow they don't seem very important to me righ tnow.
When we were married, you didn't know how to change a light bulb. Within
a couple of years, you were fixing the furnace during a blizzard while I was w
aiting for a load in Florida. You became a pretty good mechanic, helping me wi
th repairs, and I was mighty proud of you when you jumped into the cab and bac
ked up over the rose bushes.
I was proud of you when I pulled into the yeard and saw you sleeping in t
he car waiting for me. Whether it was two in the moning or two in the afternoo
n you always looked like a movie star to me. You're beautiful, you know. I gue
ss I haven't told you that lately, but you are.
I made lots of mistakes in my life, but if I only ever made one good dici
sion, it was when I asked you to mmarry me. You never could understand what it
was that kept me trucking. I couldn't either, but it was my way of life and y
ou stuck with me. Good times, bad times, you were always there. I love you, sw
eetheart, and I love the kids.
My body hurts but my heart hurts even more. You won't be her when I end t
his trip. For the first time sice we've been together,I''m really alone andit
scares me.I need youso badly, and I know it's too late.
It's funny I guess, but what i have now is the truck. This damned truck t
hat ruled our lives for so long. This twisted hunk of steel that I lived in an
d with for so many years. But it can't return my love. Only you can do that.
You're a thousand miles away but I feel you here with me. I can see your
face and feel your love and I'm scared to make the final run alone.
Tell the kids that I love them very much and don't let the boys drive any
truck for a living.
I guess that's about it, honey. My God, but I love you very much. Take ca
re of yourself and always remember that I loved you more than anything in life
. I just forgot to tell you.
--
好想振作一点点，真的好想
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