“Harry; I want to get married; ”Michael announced。
“Married?” Harry’s mouth dropped open。 How serious was this? “To who? ”Harry asked。
“To Juana; ”Michael said。 “We’re in love。”
Love。 Love had found its way through the hospital doors; over two bodies that refused to work for their owners and penetrated their hearts—despite the fact that the two patients were unable to feed or cloth themselves; required ventilators just to breath and could never walk again。 Michael had spinal muscular atrophy; Juana had multiple sclerosis。
Just how serious this marriage idea was; became quite apparent when Michael pulled out the engagement ring and beamed as he hadn’t done in years。 In fact; the staff had never seen a kinder; sweeter Michael; who had been one of the angriest men Harry’s employees had ever worked with。
The reason for Michael’s anger was understandable。 For twenty…five years; he had lived his life at a medical center where his mother had placed him at age nine and visited him several times a week until she died。 He was always a raspy sort of guy; who cussed out his nurses routinely; but at least he felt he had family at the hospital。 The patients were his friends。
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There even had been a girl once who went about in a squeaky wheelchair who he was sure had eyed him。 But she hadn’t stayed long at the center。 And after spending more than half his life there; now Michael wasn’t going to get to stay either。
The center was closing; and Michael was shipped to live at the rehabilitation hospital; far from his friends and worse; far from Betty。
That’s when Michael turned into a recluse。 He wouldn’t e out from his room。 He left it dark。 His friends drove more than two hours to see him。 But Michael’s spirits sagged so low; no one could reach him。
And then; one day; he was lying in bed when he heard a familiar creaking sound ing down the hall。 It sounded like that same; ancient; squeaky wheelchair that girl; Juana; had used at the center where he used to live。
The squeaking stopped at his door; and Juana peered in and asked him to e outdoors with her。 He was intrigued and from the moment he met Juana again; it was as though she breathed life back into him。
He was staring at the clouds and blue skies again。 He began to participate in the hospital’s recreation programs。 He spent hours talking with Juana。 His room was sunny and light。 And then he asked Juana; who’d been living in a wheelchair since age twenty…four; if she would marry him。
Juana had already had a tough life。 She was pulled out of school before finishing the third grade; because she collapsed and fell a lot。 Her mother; thinking she was lazy; slapped her around。 She lived in terror that her mother wouldn’t want her anymore; so on the occasions when she was well enough; she cleaned house “like a little maid”。
Before the age of twenty…four; like Michael; she had a tracheotomy just to breathe and that was when she was officially diagnosed with multiple sclerosis。 By the time she was thirty; she had moved into a hospital with round…the…clock care。
So when Michael asked her the big question; she didn’t think she could handle the pain if he was teasing。
“He told me he loved me; and I was so scared;” she said。 “I thought he was playing a game with me。 But he told me it was true。 He told me he loved me。”
On Valentine’s Day; Juana wore a wedding dress made of white satin; dotted with pearl beads and cut loose enough to drape around a wheelchair and a ventilator。 Juana was rolled to the front of the room; assisted by Harry; who proudly gave the bride away。 Her face streamed with tears。
Michael wore a crisp white shirt; black jacket and a bow tie that fit neatly over his tracheotomy。 He beamed with pleasure。
Nurses filled the doorways。 Patients filled the room。 An overflow of hospital employees spilled into the halls。 Sobs echoed in every er of the room。 In the hospital’s history; no two people—living their lives bound to wheelchairs—had ever married。
Janet Yamaguchi; the hospital’s recreation leader; had planned everything。 Employees had donated their own money to buy the red and white balloons; matching flowers; and an archway dotted with leaves。 Janet had the hospital chef make a three…tiered; lemon…filled wedding cake。 A marketing consultant hired a photographer。
Janet negotiated with family members。 It was one of the most trying and satisfying times of her life to watch the couple get married。
She thought of everything。
The final touch—the kiss—could not be pleted。 Janet used a white satin rope to tie the couple’s wheelchairs to symbolize the romantic moment。
After the ceremony; the minister slipped out trying to hold back her tears。 “I’ve performed thousands of weddings; but this is the most wonderful one I’ve done so far;” the minister said。 “These people have passed the barriers and showed pure love。”
That evening; Michael and Juana rolled into their own room for the first time together。 Michael and Juana knew they had moved many people with their love; and they had been given the greatest gift of all。 They had the gift of love。 And it’s never known where it will land。
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第一次见到她时,她正在校园的操场上漫步。我站在那里,目光追随着她的倩影,呆住了。她就是我的至爱,我对自己说。
开学的第一天,我向同学问起她,他们说她已经有男朋友了,让我忘了她。
几个月后,我听说她跟男朋友分手了。但是,至少过了半年后,我才约会她。我打电话到她寝室,紧张得吐字不清,甚至把她名字的前后音节都说反了。“周六晚上请你吃晚饭,好吗?”提议完,我尴尬极了,害怕遭她拒绝。“很高兴。”她似乎很开心地回答。
星期六,我去宿舍接她,她的美丽再次深深地打动了我。我在30里外的餐馆预订了晚餐。开车去那儿时,却迷路了,在乡间小路上漫无目的地转了一个多小时。我越来越焦躁,她却一直兴致高昂,她说,她读过这些乡村的历史,很高兴能来游玩。
我们最终没能找到那家餐馆,汽油也快用完了。10点时,我们才吃了点汉堡和油炸食品,算是晚餐。她美丽的花裙,金黄的直发,娇好的面容,站在当地孩子中间显得更加光彩照人。
回到学校后,我正要为那个夜晚道歉,但感觉到她温暖的手,抓住了我的手,然后迅速地在我脸上吻了一下,温柔地说道:“谢谢你让我度过了一个快乐的夜晚。”我还没回过神来,她已跑进寝室,在我眼前消失了。
曾有多少这样的时刻啊——充满了包容、优雅与爱意,我几乎不敢相信。记得婚礼那天,在太平洋海滨,那个清新的星期天早晨,她挽着父亲的手步入教堂,我站在旁边凝视着她即将成为我妻子的时刻;或是我们的两个孩子出生,她经历了旁人无法体会的分娩痛楚后,脸上因欣喜而光彩四溢的时刻。
但是1993年10月15日,情形却完全不同。那天,在度过了一个难眠之夜后,我们早上5点钟就起床了。当手术刀即将划开你心上人的血肉肌肤时,你又怎能安然入眠呢?她吻了吻我们两个熟睡的孩子,但他们却没?