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。’”