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My little brother, Tyler, and I were extremely close growing up. We’d make up top-secret handshakes after watching our favorite show. We spent hours talking about music: I play the clarinet[单簧管], and Ty was a true band geek[怪胎] whose trumpet[小号] was never far out of his reach. Sure, we bickered[斗嘴] over stupid stuff―it drove me crazy when he’d leave up the toilet seat in the bathroom! But we told each other everything. Or so I’d thought.
Dazed [茫然的] and Confused
There was nothing particularly memorable about the cold midwinter Arkansas day when Ty killed himself. Ty, 14, got home from band practice and did the usual: cheerfully greeted everyone, then went straight to his room to practice his trumpet. Once dinner was ready, he joined my mom, my dad, and me to eat barbecued[烤肉] chicken while watching TV. I noticed then that Ty wasn’t talking much―typically[通常] he and my dad joked around the whole time. But it didn’t seem like anything was wrong, and after taking out the trash, Ty went back to his room. I had no idea it would be the last time I’d see him.
It was nearly 8 o’ clock when I heard what sounded like glass breaking coming from Ty’s room. My dad went to find out what happened, then my mom checked too before dragging[拖,拉] me into their bedroom. “What’s going on?” I asked. She was crying so hard, she couldn’t answer. Then my dad showed up with all of our shoes and coats and screamed, “He’s still got a pulse[脉搏]. We’re going to the emergency room[急救室]!”
“Oh, my God, I don’t get it! What happened?” I yelled. But no one answered me. All of a sudden, an ambulance[救护车] was at my house, and we got into the car and sped off behind it. When we arrived at the hospital, Mom and I were put in a private room while my dad checked on Ty. “What’s going on?!” I asked again. Mom was hyperventilating[强力呼吸], but she was able to catch her breath enough to say, “Ty tried to kill himself.”
I was in total denial[否认]. “That’s not funny!” I yelled. Then my dad returned, looked at my mom, and shook his head as if to say, “Ty didn’t make it.” My mom passed out[昏倒]. I didn’t have any emotion. I wasn’t even crying. NOTHING made sense[有意义].
Feeling Lost
After Ty shot himself, my family alternated[交替,轮流] between tears and silence, barely leaving the house. I didn’t go to school for more than four months. I just couldn’t understand why he’d done it―he’d never said that anything was wrong, and it wasn’t until after Ty died that his friend told us that my brother had confessed[承认,坦白] to having thoughts of suicide[自杀]. I went to therapy[治疗], but I didn’t like talking to a stranger. Thankfully my best friend was always there for me, but she never pushed me to share my feelings.
When I returned to school, I was surprised that most people treated me normally. That helped because I wanted to act as if it hadn’t happened. But just because nobody mentioned the word suicide didn’t make it disappear. I felt so alone with my feelings, and I didn’t really have anyone I could turn to who had real experience with suicide.
The following spring, I had to do a project for a community-service class, and I realized my topic should be suicide awareness[意识]. I thought if more people talked about it, maybe it wouldn’t happen to another teen. I called the Arkansas Crisis Center, the group who’d spoken to kids at my brother’s school right after his death. I told them I wanted to raise awareness and keep my brother’s memory alive, and when I asked if I could help organize a walkathon注, they said yes! I was so comforted when I saw hundreds of people show up to support my family and other survivors who’d lost loved ones to suicide―I knew then that I wasn’t alone.
Shedding Some Light
Being open about suicide rather than treating it like a secret felt so incredible that I started to speak at school assemblies[集会]. Sharing Ty’s story is helping me heal, and so far I’ve had two people confess that they had thoughts of suicide. I directed them to help right away. It is so amazing to know that another family wouldn’t have to go through what mine did. If Ty were here, I think he’d be really proud of me and happy to know his life is having such a positive[积极的] effect on others.
我和弟弟泰勒自幼就非常亲近。我们会在看完最喜欢的节目后来个秘密握手;我们会花很长时间讨论音乐:我吹奏单簧管,泰则是一个不折不扣的乐队怪胎,小号从不离手。当然,我们也会为一些无聊小事争吵――每次他在浴室上完厕所却没有把厕所板放下我就抓狂!然而我们无话不说――或者我原以为是这样吧。
茫然与困惑
泰自杀的那个仲冬天,寒冷的阿肯色一切如常,没有发生什么印象特别深刻的事情。14岁的泰参加完乐队训练后回到家,像平常那样高兴地向各人问好,然后径直走回自己房间练习小号。晚餐准备好后,他跟爸爸妈妈和我一边吃烤鸡,一边看电视。我发现泰没怎么说话――通常他和爸爸会不停地开玩笑。但没什么不对劲儿的。倒完垃圾后,泰回到自己的房间。我没想到这是我最后一次见他。
差不多8点的时候,我听见泰的房间里传出类似玻璃破碎的声音。爸爸过去看看发生什么事。妈妈也去查看了,之后她把我拉到他们房间。“发生什么事了?”我问。她哭得很厉害,根本无法作答。爸爸随后拿着我们的鞋子和外套出现了,他叫道:“他还有脉搏。我们要去急救室!”
“噢,我的天啊,我不明白!发生什么事了?”我叫道。但没有人回答我。突然,一辆救护车来到我家。我们也上了车,驱车紧跟其后。到达医院后,妈妈和我被安排在一个单间,爸爸则去查看泰的情况。“到底怎么回事?!”我再次问到。妈妈竭力地呼吸,但终于能够缓过气说话:“泰试图自杀。”
我一点也不相信。“开什么玩笑!”我叫道。爸爸回来了。他看着妈妈摇了摇头,仿佛在说:“泰没活过来。”妈妈晕倒了。我一点感觉也没有,甚至没有哭。一切都显得毫无意义。
怅然若失
泰开枪自杀后,我们一家总是在眼泪和沉默之间徘徊,几乎没有离开过房子。我有四个多月没去上学。我实在不明白他为什么要这样做――他从未说过有什么问题。泰死后,他的朋友才告诉我们泰曾经承认有自杀的念头。我接受过治疗,但始终不喜欢跟陌生人说话。幸好我最好的朋友一直在我左右,不过她从来不会强迫我说出自己的
感觉。
重返学校后,我很惊讶地发现大多数人像平常那样对我。那很有用,因为我希望一切如常,好像那件事没有发生过。虽然没有人提“自杀”这个词,但并不代表它就消失了。我感到很孤独,也找不到谁有过涉及自杀的真实经历可以帮我。
第二年春天,我要为社会服务课做一个方案,我意识到应该以“自杀意识”为主题。我想如果多些人讨论它,也许自杀就不会发生在其他青少年身上。我打电话给阿肯色危机中心,也就是在我弟弟死后到他学校跟孩子们交谈的团体。我对他们说我希望提高人们对自杀的关注,并希望大家记住我弟弟。当我问能否帮忙组织一场步行马拉松时,他们说可以!看到数以百计的人到来支持我们家,看到那些因自杀而失去至爱的人,我倍感欣慰――我知道自己并不是孤身作战。
一点希望
坦然面对自杀,而不是将它当作一个秘密,这感觉真好。所以我开始在学校的集会上发言。分享泰的故事帮助我治愈(创伤)。至今已经有两个人向我坦白说他们想过自杀。我马上指引他们接受帮助。知道另一个家庭不用经历我们所经历的一切,真是太好了。如果泰还在,我想他会为我感到十分自豪,也一定会为自己的生命给别人带来积极的影响而高兴。
伸出援手
如果你认识的人想不开,你可以试试以下方法:
发现自杀信号。留意情绪是否有变化――你的朋友已经有两个星期表现得很沮丧;平时喜欢做的事情现在都不做了;情绪起伏不定;或者突然离群独居。
告诉其他人。不要把自杀当成秘密。如果你的朋友承认曾经伤害自己,你要告诉家长或老师――即使他/她要你发誓保密。你或许可以挽救一个生命!
为警示后人,哈登主任决定把罗斯顿的临终遗言,镌刻在中心接待大厅的醒目处。从此,凡来这里就诊的病人,第一眼就可看到那条醒目的警示语,很长一段时间,也确实起到了警示作用。
转眼许多年过去了,那条警示语虽然还醒目地保留在汤普森急救中心大厅的墙上,但罗斯顿却已渐渐淡出了人们的记忆,心脏病患者更是有增无减,而且已成为威胁人类生命的头号杀手。时间到了1983年夏天,汤普森急救中心接收了一名危重病人,他是美国石油大亨默尔。几天前,他来英国谈一笔很重要的生意,忽然晕倒在谈判桌前,随行人员紧急把他送到这家医院救治,诊断结果也是心力衰竭。但重病中的默尔,并没忘记自己的生意,不但包下了急救中心的一层楼,而且安装了联络总部和分部的电话及传真机,一边接受治疗,一边忙碌地向各地发出道道指令。主治医生多次劝他,让他在生命的关键时刻,千万不能劳累,一定要静心休养,否则随时都会发生致命的后果。但默尔依然我行我素,医生也无可奈何。
那天,默尔散步来到中心的接待大厅,发现了墙上的那条警示语,情不自禁地停住了脚步,并聚精会神地默念起来,然后让随行请来了主治医生,询问这条警示语的来由。主治医生原原本本给他讲了事情的来龙去脉。默尔听完后,顿时陷入了沉思。回到病房,他首先命令随行撤掉了所有的电话和传真机,接着又指示公司财务部,让他们迅速核查账目,说他出院后有大事要办。1个月后,默尔痊愈出院,他回到公司做的头件事情,竟是卖掉苦心经营、资产已达数千万美元的公司,之后便带上家人,去了苏格兰乡下的一栋别墅,过起了逍遥自在的世外桃源生活。
默尔的特殊举动,顿时引起了外界的种种猜测,媒体更是对此兴趣十足,纷纷提出采访他的要求,期盼解开这个谜底,但都被默尔断然拒绝。
种子的生命
一天,爸爸从市场回来,买了土豆,一进家就把土豆往家里专用的菜篮子里放。
过了几个星期,我去看看土豆有没有发霉时,土豆的样子让我大吃一惊,它有四五个绿油油的芽,它为什么会在没有阳光没有泥土的地方生长呢?而不在有阳光的地方生长呢?是不是会给太阳给晒干呢,所不在太阳下生长,可惜,都不是,只是它要生长的时候,已经被了,它只有在这个没有阳光没有泥土的地方生长了。
我惊奇地想:小小的土豆居然可以在这样的地方发芽,是为什么呢?我的心头砰然一震,这一震,使我明白了生命意味着什么,是----勇气!
我漫步在小花园中,吸收着新鲜空气,心情舒畅,豁然开朗。忽然,我眼睛一亮,发现了一株小瓜苗,它生长在石壁缝中,却比其他树木,绿得更翠,更美。
我走过去,仔细地掂量着它,发现这株小瓜苗冲破了石壁,但它却仍在石壁中牢牢扎根,它的茎与叶也顽强地从石缝中冒出来,绿得似乎可以滴下油来。现在是秋季,别的树木都已经慢慢地枯黄,叶子也纷纷往下落,而小瓜苗竟然还开出了几朵金黄色的小花,仿佛在对我眯缝着眼睛直笑,别提有多招人喜爱了。它的茎与叶是倒垂下来的,似乎还要向远处蔓延。它的叶子是三角形的,有点像枫树的叶子,可还有枫叶的红彤彤。这到底是什么的叶子呢?外公告诉我这是南瓜瓜苗。
啊?我又惊又喜。我记得这南瓜瓜苗在半年前,因为不怎么好看又不结果实,已经被外公连根拔起了呀!现在它竟然又从石缝中偷偷地探出头来。“它的生命力可真顽强呀!”我喃喃自语道,“难怪杏林子要高呼‘生命,生命’!难怪郑板桥在《竹石》中写道‘咬定青山不放松,立根原在破岩中。千磨万击还坚劲,任尔东西南北风’。现在我算是真正领略了。”
石壁缝上的小瓜苗,给了我很大的启示,也让我真正领悟到生命的意义。
茧是蝶的负重。一点一点,蝶几乎耗尽生命去冲破茧的束缚,展现那轻盈的舞姿。没有茧,蝶的翅膀不会硬朗,蝶的生命里不再有美丽和飞翔。
沙砾是蚌的负重。年年岁岁,蚌放弃了安逸的生活,忍受着巨大的痛苦,终于它铸就了世间最美丽的奇迹。没有沙砾,蚌的生命里就消失了震撼与赞叹。
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在生命的海洋上,有的人轻舟疾驰,有的人重船稳行。选择轻舟的,固然快,却经不起惊涛骇浪;选择重船的,尽管慢,但扛住了骤雨暴风。
米兰昆德拉说,生命不可以承受之轻。斯言诚哉!
金庸写过,独孤九剑,敌强愈强。
面对负重,正确的心态就是独孤九剑!只要我们能够积极地面对它,其实,负重越大,生命力就会越顽强。一如那“野火烧不尽,春风吹又生”的小草,一如那“千磨万击还坚韧,任尔东西南北风”的翠竹。
丢掉负重的人,生命也会放弃他。就像骄奢逸的夏桀商纣,就像的官吏,就像只会玩乐的纨绔膏粱……
相反,把握负重,就会扼住命运的咽喉。
司马迁承受了腐刑的奇耻大辱,将其转化为生命的动力,所以有了无韵离骚的横空出世;
苏轼接受了乌台诗案的沉重打击,心中万千苦闷化作豪情万丈,出口便是“达人自达酒何功,世间是非忧乐本来空”, 便是“荷尽已无擎雨盖,菊残犹有傲霜枝”,便是“一点浩然气,千里快哉风”……
厉以宁教授忍受了时期的迫害,研究市场经济理论,不为利益威胁所动摇,所以中国市场经济第一人非他莫属。
负重,是海伦凯勒心中的光明,是贝多芬笔下的命运。若是中国没有经历百年的屈辱,我们会不会还在高呼“万岁,万岁,万万岁”呢?
生命不可以没有负重!
诚然负重是一种痛苦,但唯有它可以带来真正的快乐,因为这种痛苦是为了更多的不痛。所以:
选择负重,选择一种厚重的人生;