左手第三个手指被缠在两片钢铁中。医生对手指施手术,但未能保住那只手指,最后父亲只 好让医生把那手指的指尖给切除了。那个手指并没有完全丧失拿东西的能力,但是却影响了 他弹奏曼陀林的能力。 After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldnt play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to"or Since the accident to this finger I cant play as good". For the family it didnt make any difference that Dad couldn 't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West 事故后,父亲不太愿意弹奏曼陀林了,他觉得再也不能像以前弹得那么好了。我休假回家请 求他弹奏曼陀林,他以种种借口解释不能弹奏的原因。最后,我们软硬兼施逼他就范,他终 于说:“好吧,但是记住,我拨弦再也不能像过去一样了。”或者会说:“这个手指出意外后, 我再也不能弹得像过去那样好了。”对于家人来说,父亲弹得好不好并没有分别,我们很高兴 他终于弹奏了。当他弹起那把陈旧的曼陀林,就会把我们带回昔日那些无忧无虑的幸福时光 戴维,戴维·克罗克特,荒野边疆的国王”就会再次响彻西弗吉尼亚州的贝克顿小镇。 In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldnt have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin 1993年8月,父亲诊断得了不宜动手术的肺癌。他不想接受化疗,因为他想体面地过完他生 命最后的时光。大约在父亲去世的一周前,我们请求他能否为我们弹奏曼陀林,他说了很多 借口,最后还是答应了。他知道这可能是他最后一次为我们弹奏了,他为老曼陀林调弦,弹 了几个音。我环顾四周,家人个个都泪水满眶。我们看见在我们面前是一个安静的、谦虚的 人,以生命最后的力量,用爱的力量支撑着。父亲再也没有足够的力量弹奏,这使我们对那 天的记忆更加强烈。父亲做着他一生都在做的事情:奉献。即使生命已走到了尽头,他却仍 尽力为他人创造欢乐。没错,父亲一定还能弹奏曼陀林的左手第三个手指被缠在两片钢铁中。医生对手指施手术，但未能保住那只手指，最后父亲只 好让医生把那手指的指尖给切除了。那个手指并没有完全丧失拿东西的能力，但是却影响了 他弹奏曼陀林的能力。 After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia. 事故后，父亲不太愿意弹奏曼陀林了，他觉得再也不能像以前弹得那么好了。我休假回家请 求他弹奏曼陀林，他以种种借口解释不能弹奏的原因。最后，我们软硬兼施逼他就范，他终 于说：“好吧，但是记住，我拨弦再也不能像过去一样了。”或者会说：“这个手指出意外后， 我再也不能弹得像过去那样好了。”对于家人来说，父亲弹得好不好并没有分别，我们很高兴 他终于弹奏了。当他弹起那把陈旧的曼陀林，就会把我们带回昔日那些无忧无虑的幸福时光。 “戴维，戴维•克罗克特，荒野边疆的国王”就会再次响彻西弗吉尼亚州的贝克顿小镇。 In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin! 1993 年 8 月，父亲诊断得了不宜动手术的肺癌。他不想接受化疗，因为他想体面地过完他生 命最后的时光。大约在父亲去世的一周前，我们请求他能否为我们弹奏曼陀林，他说了很多 借口，最后还是答应了。他知道这可能是他最后一次为我们弹奏了，他为老曼陀林调弦，弹 了几个音。我环顾四周，家人个个都泪水满眶。我们看见在我们面前是一个安静的、谦虚的 人，以生命最后的力量，用爱的力量支撑着。父亲再也没有足够的力量弹奏，这使我们对那 天的记忆更加强烈。父亲做着他一生都在做的事情：奉献。即使生命已走到了尽头，他却仍 尽力为他人创造欢乐。没错，父亲一定还能弹奏曼陀林的