我曾經在HEART OF DIXIE的地方住了很久。

那個地方很美，人也很SWEET，經常上全美的TOP 10 爬行榜。

剛才在DUKE的校園裡面裸奔的時候就想：如果不是上帝把我帶到那個地方，我真的會認識他麼？

這幾年常每年帶着孩子回去一倘，就好像回我的北平一樣，讓他們看看一起長大的夥伴，老師，和教會，也順便到附近的雪白的BEACH上走一走。

真的很感謝神，讓我的心靜了下來。記得剛來的時候很傻，雖然認為自己很聰明。現在我用中文講話的時候，仍然能感到那厚重的虛偽和世故在裡面，經常的泵出大話，假話，虛話。好在已經能知道他們，能控制他們了。沒辦法，與生具來的東西，改起來真難。好在用英語講起來就純真的多了，沒有了虛假，因為我在這英語的世界裡面還是個無邪的少年，並因着主，而得了恩典。

就用下面這段我花5分鐘寫給孩子們的小故事來結束這段感恩吧：

A Tough Guy will Talk（鐵漢將言）

even i was a tough guy as the tough as a rock, nenver talked with anyone like a truck, but oneday when i was in a bus station, i was starting to talk.

it was cold and rainy, only me in the dark light street with a little girl who was looks like about 8 years old, she was pretty with a rain coat covering her thin body and with a book in her hand. i just thought she may like me to go home since her mom was at work. she was smile at me without any word. i could touch her eyes but i could NOT talk: a tough guy never talk.

the bus was comming. since i was a tough guy ijust waited for the girl to the bus first. it was 1 minute long of waiting, but she did not move. the girl just gave me the book and said: happy on the trip, i can see you smile now.

then, she run away. i saw her dissapered in the cornner of the street: there was a SUV in the golden color, i guess.

i was on the bus, and remebered the book. using the shinny light, i did read. the book name was: how a tough guy can talk.