我曾经在HEART OF DIXIE的地方住了很久。

那个地方很美，人也很SWEET，经常上全美的TOP 10 爬行榜。

刚才在DUKE的校园里面裸奔的时候就想：如果不是上帝把我带到那个地方，我真的会认识他么？

这几年常每年带着孩子回去一倘，就好像回我的北平一样，让他们看看一起长大的夥伴，老师，和教会，也顺便到附近的雪白的BEACH上走一走。

真的很感谢神，让我的心静了下来。记得刚来的时候很傻，虽然认为自己很聪明。现在我用中文讲话的时候，仍然能感到那厚重的虚伪和世故在里面，经常的泵出大话，假话，虚话。好在已经能知道他们，能控制他们了。没办法，与生具来的东西，改起来真难。好在用英语讲起来就纯真的多了，没有了虚假，因为我在这英语的世界里面还是个无邪的少年，并因着主，而得了恩典。

就用下面这段我花5分钟写给孩子们的小故事来结束这段感恩吧：

A Tough Guy will Talk（铁汉将言）

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.