內(nèi)心的國(guó)王

Everyone has a king inside. If you want to talk to him， the king will appear.

Outside our hotel in Ho Chi Minh City， Vietnam， a seemingly ancient woman on crutches waited beside the door with her hand outstretched. Every day I put my hand in hers as our eyes met. She never failed to return my smile， my grasp， and my greeting.

On the last day of our visit， I found myself alone on a busy corner across the street from our hotel. Bicycles and motorbikes careened in front of me. Tonight I was by myself and felt inadequate to face the torrent of vehicles. As I hesitated on the curb， I felt a hand on my elbow and looked down to see the smile of my small beggar friend who was looking up at me. She nodded her head toward the street， indicating that she would take me across. Together， we moved slowly into the chaos as she gently prodded me forward.

When we reached the center of the crossing， I looked down at her again， and couldnt resist exclaiming， “You have the most beautiful smile.”

She obviously knew little English， but must have recognized the tone， for she threw both arms and crutches around me in a big hug， while the traffic streamed by us on both sides.

Then we precariously moved on toward the sidewalk， where she pulled my face down to hers， kissed me on both cheeks， and then limped away， still smiling and waving back to me.

I had not given her a single coin. We had shared something vastly more important—a warming of hearts in friendship.

This experience reminded me of something Mother Teresa once said，“If you cannot do great things， you can do small things with great love.” To look beggars in the eye and smile， thus acknowledging their existence， is a small thing. Putting your hand into anothers outstretched hand and grasping it firmly for a moment is also a small thing. Learning to use a greeting in the local language is not too difficult. But these are important.

Traveling in poorer nations， I have witnessed a variety of ways to deal with beggars. The most common response of tourists faced with the poverty-stricken is to ignore them and focus their eyes elsewhere. I have seen people push away an outstretched hand in angry annoyance. A few may hastily drop a few coins into a beseeching palm， and then execute a quick getaway in hopes that another 20 ragged pursuers wont immediately appear on the scene.

But I feel its worthwhile to try to live by the words of English author John Cowper Powys，“No one can consider himself wholly civilized who does not look upon every individual， without a single exception， as of deep and startling interest.”endprint

I once spotted a legless man sitting by a road at the Pushkar Camel Fair in India. I was returning to my tent after recording the exotic music of the dancing men of Pushkar and was replaying the music on my tape recorder. When the mans smile lured me to join him， we began to communicate in the kind of sign language and laughter.

After mimicking the whirling skirts and sticks， I showed him how my tape recorder worked. He motioned for me to give it to him. I hesitated， but only for a moment. After examining it carefully， he began to sing a hauntingly beautiful song， indicating that he wanted me to record it and take it home as a memory of our time together.

Moments before， we had been total strangers. Suddenly， we were cemented in a momentary friendship born of our common existence in this world. His eyes shone as we exchanged names. My experience confirmed the truth of the Scandinavian proverb，“In every man there is a king. Speak to the king， and the king will come forth.”

I have learned that those considered the worlds most hopeless are so often rich in humanity， with hearts yearning to be affirmed—and ready to respond.

My life continues to be enriched by connecting with everyday humanity. Each time I do this， I rediscover that what I have been given is far beyond monetary value. And I reaffirm that everyone is worthy—and worth knowing.

在每個(gè)人內(nèi)心都有一個(gè)國(guó)王。如果你想與他交談，國(guó)王就會(huì)出現(xiàn)。

在越南胡志明市，我們旅館的外面，有一個(gè)老婦人倚著拐杖，伸著手在門(mén)口乞討。每天，當(dāng)我和她目光交匯時(shí)，我都會(huì)把手放在她的手里。對(duì)我的微笑、握手及問(wèn)候，她總以同樣的方式回饋我。

在我們旅行的最后一天，我突然發(fā)覺(jué)在旅館對(duì)面街上一個(gè)交通繁忙的拐角處，只剩我一個(gè)人了。自行車(chē)和摩托車(chē)在我面前橫沖直撞。晚上讓我獨(dú)自一人面對(duì)急流般的車(chē)流，我很不適應(yīng)。當(dāng)我在街頭猶豫的時(shí)候，我覺(jué)察到胳膊肘處有一只手。我向下望去，看到了那個(gè)身材矮小的乞丐朋友面帶笑容地望著我。她朝大街上昂了一下頭，意思是會(huì)帶我穿過(guò)大街。她輕輕地推著我向前走，我們一起慢慢匯入混亂的人群中。

到達(dá)十字路口的中心時(shí)，我又低頭看了看她，情不自禁地對(duì)她說(shuō)：“你有最美麗的微笑?！?/p>

顯然，她不懂英語(yǔ)，但她一定可以辨認(rèn)出我說(shuō)話的語(yǔ)調(diào)，于是她張開(kāi)拿著拐杖的雙手擁抱我，此時(shí)，大街上的車(chē)流在我們兩旁穿過(guò)。

接著，我們蹣跚地向人行道走去，到達(dá)后，她捧著我的臉靠近她，并在我的兩頰各吻了一下，然后一瘸一拐地離開(kāi)了，還不時(shí)地回頭向我微笑和揮手。

我沒(méi)有給她一分錢(qián)，但我們體驗(yàn)了更珍貴的東西——友誼中心靈的溫暖。

這一經(jīng)歷讓我想起特蕾莎修女曾經(jīng)說(shuō)過(guò)的一句話：“如果你做不了偉大的事情，那就用偉大的愛(ài)心做點(diǎn)小事吧。”正眼看待乞丐并微笑，認(rèn)同他們的存在，這都是很小的事情；把你的手放在別人伸出的手里，緊緊地握上一會(huì)，這也是小事情；學(xué)會(huì)用當(dāng)?shù)氐恼Z(yǔ)言說(shuō)句問(wèn)候的話也不困難。但是，這些都很有意義。

在相對(duì)貧窮的國(guó)家旅行時(shí)，我目睹了對(duì)待乞丐的多種方式。最常見(jiàn)的回應(yīng)是不理睬，或者左右旁顧。我曾看見(jiàn)有人生氣地把他們伸出來(lái)的手推開(kāi)。還有一些人急匆匆地把幾個(gè)硬幣丟在他們乞討的手掌里，然后迅速地逃開(kāi)，生怕另外20多個(gè)衣服襤褸的乞丐會(huì)馬上出現(xiàn)在他跟前。

而我覺(jué)得，踐行英國(guó)作家伊波斯所說(shuō)的那句話是值得的。他說(shuō)：“如果一個(gè)人不能無(wú)一例外地、用同樣強(qiáng)烈的好奇心對(duì)待每一個(gè)人，那么他就不能被認(rèn)為是一個(gè)十足的文明人?！?/p>

我曾經(jīng)在印度普什卡爾駱駝集會(huì)上，碰到過(guò)一個(gè)沒(méi)有腿的男人，當(dāng)時(shí)他坐在馬路邊。錄完普什卡爾舞者的異國(guó)音樂(lè)后，我準(zhǔn)備回自己的帳篷，一路上我播放著錄音機(jī)里面的音樂(lè)。我被他的微笑吸引住了，于是向他走近，我們開(kāi)始用手語(yǔ)和笑聲談?wù)撈饋?lái)。

模仿過(guò)旋轉(zhuǎn)的裙子和鼓槌后，我告訴他錄音機(jī)是怎么運(yùn)轉(zhuǎn)的。他向我打手勢(shì)，示意要我把錄音機(jī)給他看看，我猶豫了一下，還是給了他。他小心檢視過(guò)錄音機(jī)后就開(kāi)始唱歌，歌曲很優(yōu)美，讓人難以忘懷。他讓我把歌錄下來(lái)，這樣就可以帶回家，作為我們?cè)谝黄鸬臍g樂(lè)時(shí)光的美好回憶。

不久前，我們完全是陌生人。然而突然間，那一刻的友誼把我們緊密聯(lián)系在一起，而這友誼的誕生僅僅是因?yàn)槲覀冊(cè)谶@個(gè)世界上共同存在著。在我們交換名字的那一刻，他的眼睛里閃爍著光芒。我的經(jīng)歷證實(shí)了斯堪的那維亞的一句格言：“在每個(gè)人內(nèi)心都有一個(gè)國(guó)王。如果你想與他交談，國(guó)王就會(huì)出現(xiàn)?！?/p>

我終于了解，那些被認(rèn)為是世界上最沒(méi)有希望的人都富有仁愛(ài)之心，他們的心靈渴望被認(rèn)同，也樂(lè)于作出回應(yīng)。

我一直通過(guò)與平凡的人保持聯(lián)系，來(lái)豐富我的生活。每次這樣做的時(shí)候，我都發(fā)現(xiàn)我所收獲的遠(yuǎn)遠(yuǎn)超過(guò)金錢(qián)的價(jià)值。并且我再次堅(jiān)信，每個(gè)人都是有價(jià)值的——值得你去了解。endprint