In the years to follow， theanswers began to arrive， clearand satisfying beyond my mostoptimistic anticipation. Oneof the answers was EnchantedHills， where my nurse friend andI have the privilege of "seeing"blind children come alive inGods out-of-doors. Othersare the never-ending sourcesof pleasure and comfort I havefound in friendship， in greatmusic， and， most important ofall， in my growing belief thatas I attune my life to divinerevelation， I draw closer toGod and， through Him， toimmortality.
明亮的心
去年万圣节前夕，我被应邀参加了一个由“星期二的儿童”主办的狂欢节，该组织旨在帮助那些感染了艾滋病的儿童。我之所以受邀是因为我是一个电视节目的主持人；我之所以参加是因为我也很关注他们。我想绝大多数孩子并不会把我当作一位名人。他们只会把我当作一个在这里陪他们玩的大孩子而已。其实我更喜欢这样。
在狂欢节上，孩子们有各种各样的棚子。我看到所有孩子都聚在一个棚子下面，我也被他们吸引了过去。在棚下，大家都想画一个棉桃。一会儿后，棉桃彼此错综在一起，做成了一个被子，这个被子将被送给将其一生奉献给这个组织的人，他不久将会退休。
他们把鲜艳的、色彩各异的颜料发给每个孩子，让孩子在这个被子上画点什么东西把它弄好看。我在场地转悠，看到他们画的有红色的心，湛蓝色的云彩，橘黄色的日出，绿色和紫色的小花。所有的图案都是那么明亮，乐观和向上，可只有一幅例外。
坐在我的旁边的那个男孩，正在画一个心形，可这个心却是暗淡的，空荡荡的，死气沉沉的。它没有他的“大画家”伙伴们所画的那样色彩明亮，富有活力。
起初，我还认为是他碰巧画了这么一幅色调暗淡的图画，但当我问他时，他说他的心就是这种颜色的，因为他感到生活的灰暗。当我问他为什么时，他说他的身体有病，而且他妈妈病情也很重。他注视着我的双眼说：“没有人能帮忙。”
我告诉他，我很抱歉，他病了，我当然明白他为什么如此悲伤。我能明白他为什么把心画成深颜色，但是……我告诉他不是“没有人能帮忙”了。其他人可能不能让他和他妈妈的身体好一点，但我们可以做一些自己力所能及的事情，比如一个温暖的拥抱，特别是当他们感到悲伤时，一个拥抱能起到意想不到的作用。我告诉他如果他愿意的话，我会很高兴拥抱他一下的，让他明白我的用心。他立即跳到我的腿上。此刻，就是这个可爱男孩，使我感觉心里已经充满了爱。
他在我腿上待了好久，坐到心满意足后，才跳下去继续他的着色。我问他是否感觉舒服多了，他说是的，可自己的病还是没有好，一切都没有改变。我对他说我知道。我离开时心情很悲伤，但我会再为这件事做些努力的，尽自己的一切力量帮助他。
天快黑时，我正准备回家。这时，我感到有人在拽我的夹克衫，我回头一望，原来是他，站在那里，稚嫩的脸蛋上挂着灿烂的微笑。他说：“我心里的颜色在变，它将变得越来越亮……我想那温暖的拥抱真的有用。”
回家的路上，我触摸着我的心脏，感觉到它的颜色也变得越来越亮了。
Bright Heart
Last year around Halloween， I wasinvited to participate in a carnival forTuesdays Child， an organization that helpschildren with the AIDS virus. I was askedto attend because Im on a television show；I went because I care. I dont think thatmost of the kids recognize me as a celebrity.
They just thought of me as a big kid whocame to play with them for the day. I thinkI liked it better that way.
At the carnival they had all kinds ofbooths. I was drawn to one in particularbecause of all the children that hadgathered there. At this booth， anyone whowanted to could paint a square. Later thatsquare was going to be sewn together withthe others， to make a quilt. The quilt wouldbe presented to a man who had dedicatedhis life to this organization and would soonbe retiring.
They gave everyone fabric paints inbright， beautiful colors and asked the kidsto paint something that would make thequilt beautiful. As I looked around at all thesquares， I saw pink hearts and bright blueclouds， beautiful orange sunrises and greenand purple flowers. The pictures were allbright， positive and uplifting. All except forone.
The boy sitting next to me waspainting a heart， but it was dark， empty，and lifeless. It lacked the bright， vibrantcolors that his fellow artists had used.
At first I thought maybe he tookthe only paint that was left and it justhappened to be dark. But when I asked himabout it， he said his heart was that colorbecause his own heart felt dark. I asked himwhy and he told me that he was verysick. Not only was he very sick， buthis mom was very sick also. He saidthat his sickness was not ever goingto get better and neither was hismoms. He looked straight into myeyes and said， “There is nothing thatanyone can do will help.”
I told him I was sorry thathe was sick and I could certainlyunderstand why he was so sad. Icould even understand why he hadmade his heart a dark color. But Itold him that it isnt true that thereis nothing anyone can do to help.
Other people may not be able tomake him or his mom better but wecan do things like give bear hugs， which inmy experience can really help when youare feeling sad. I told him that if he wouldlike， I would be happy to give him one sohe could see what I meant. He instantlycrawled into my lap and I thought my ownheart would burst with the love I felt forthis sweet little boy.
He sat there for a long time and whenhe had had enough， he jumped down tofinish his coloring. I asked him if he feltany better and he said that he did， but hewas still sick and nothing would changethat. I told him I understood. I walkedaway feeling sad， but recommitted to thiscause. I would do whatever I could to help.
As the day was coming to an end andI was getting ready to head home， I felta tug on my jacket. I turned around andstanding there with a smile on his facewas the little boy. He said， “My heart ischanging colors. It is getting brighter and Ithink those bear hugs really do work.”
On my way home I felt my own heartand realized it， too， had changed to abrighter color.
我喜欢这种淡淡的感觉
我喜欢看枝桠上那淡淡的嫩绿，它是春天的使者，它是一天清晨的开始……我喜欢那淡淡的云，它使天空显得更为广阔，蔚蓝和无边无际……我喜欢淡淡的风。春风轻吻脸颊，秋风温柔抚面，夏天的风送来凉爽，冬天的风带来寒意……我喜欢喝淡淡的茶，淡淡之中才品出它余味的清香，淡淡的苦才是它原来的味道……我喜欢追求淡淡的友谊。不需要天天在一起，偶尔一句：你好吗？思念就像发芽一样蔓延开来……我喜欢淡淡地思念一个人，独自倚坐在沙发中，任思绪在回忆里飘荡……爱也要淡淡的。爱，不要成为束缚，少是愁，多是忧……淡淡的一点友谊很真，淡淡的一点问候很醇，淡淡的一点依恋很清，淡淡的一点思念很深，淡淡的一点祝福最真……
I Like the Subtle Feeling
I like the subtle fresh green buddingfrom the branches of the tree-the herald ofspring， ushering in the dawn...
I like the subtle flow of cloud thatmakes the sky seem even more vast， azureand immense...
I like the subtle wind. In spring， itsteals a kiss on my cheek； in autumn， itcaresses my face； in summer， it brings incool sweet smell； in winter， it carries a crispchilliness...
I like the subtle taste of tea that lastlong after a sip. The subtle bitter is what itis meant to be...
I like the subtle friendship that doesnot hold people together. Instead， anoccasional greeting spreads our longings farbeyond...
I like the subtle longing for a friend，when I sink deeply in a couch， mindwandering in memories of the past...
Love should also be subtle， withoutenslaving the ones fallen into her arms.
Neither a bit less nor a bit more...
Subtle friendship is true； subtlegreetings are enough； subtle love is tender；subtle longing is deep； subtle wishes comefrom the bottom of your heart...
别放弃歌唱
像其他的好妈妈一样，当卡伦发现自己又怀孕了时，她就尽力帮她三岁的儿子——迈克尔，做好准备迎接这个新生儿的到来。他们知道了这是个女孩，于是，日复一日，一夜又一夜，迈克尔趴在妈妈肚子上为他的小妹妹唱歌。
作为田纳西州莫里森市Panther Creek United卫理公会教堂很活跃的一员，卡伦的怀孕期进展正常。
