愛(ài)，是欣然接受你的笨拙

I was four, playing outside in the humid Kentucky air.

我當(dāng)時(shí)4歲，在戶外玩，周圍是肯塔基潮濕的空氣。

I saw my grandfather’s truck and thought, Granddad shouldn’t have to drive such an ugly truck.

看見(jiàn)爺爺?shù)目ㄜ嚕胫鵂敔敳粦?yīng)該開(kāi)這么難看的卡車。

Then I spied a gallon of paint.

于是我偷偷搞來(lái)一加侖的油漆。

Idea! I got a brush and painted white polka dots all over the truck.

我有了個(gè)好主意!我用刷子在卡車上畫滿了白色波點(diǎn)。

I was on the roof finishing the job when he walked up, looking as if he were in a trance.

爺爺走出來(lái)的時(shí)候，我正好在屋頂上進(jìn)行收尾工作，我想看看他對(duì)“新卡車”是否有所察覺(jué)。

“Angela, that’s the prettiest truck I’ve ever seen!”

“安吉拉，這是我見(jiàn)過(guò)的最漂亮的卡車!”

Sometimes I think adults don’t stop to see things through a child’s eyes.

有時(shí)候我想，大人們不會(huì)停下腳步去從一個(gè)孩子的視角看世界。

He could have crushed me. Instead, he lifted my little soul.

(但是爺爺卻不同)他沒(méi)有打擊我，而是讓小小的我歡欣鼓舞。