God’s in My Basket

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看似平淡无奇的故事，却隐含着感人的力量，朴实的行为闪耀着人性的光辉。

It’s been many years since I was in secondary school， but one assignment has stayed with me always. My class was supposed to write about someone over 70， so I decided to visit a nursing home. I went to the office and explained my assignment. The director told me to go to Room Six. The room had a bed， a chair and a picture of a rose on the wall. An elderly woman was in the chair， knitting diligently.

When I knocked， she looked up and squinted（眯着眼睛看）. “Yes？”

“I’m supposed to write an essay for school...” I said nervously.

“Come in.” She stopped knitting and patted the bed. “Sit here.”

I sat down， and the woman returned to her knitting. “What are you making？” I asked.

“god’s in my basket，” she answered.

I spoke a little louder， “What are you knitting？”

She stopped again， smiled and repeated， “God’s in my basket.”

I looked around the room， then peeked（偷看；窥视） into her basket， just in case I might catch a glimpse of God.

“Oh， he is there，” she said. “I prayed for him to come， and he has.” The woman returned to her knitting and didn’t say another word. Finally I thanked her and left.

“What did you think of her？” asked the director of the nursing home.

“She says God’s in her knitting basket，” I said. “I think she’s a little crazy.”

“She was when she first arrived，” the director said. “Her husband had died， and she was alone. I suggested she pray for peace， and she did. A few months later an aide（助手）taught her how to knit. In six months she was knitting socks for everyone. At the Christmas fair she sold over $1000 worth of socks， sweaters and blankets. She even taught knitting in school as a volunteer. She became the most popular person in the neighborhood.”

“What about now？” I asked.

“Well， now she’s in her 90s and sick. But she can still knit， and she is at peace. And she says only one thing：God’s in her basket.”

Weeks later I received a package. Inside was a beautiful brown wool sweater just my size， along with a note from the nursing-home director.

Dear Christopher，

The woman you met here asked that we send you this gift. She thought you might like a piece of God to keep you warm. She died three days ago. She was very happy.

那还是多年前，我在中学的时候，有一项作业一直留在我的脑海中。学校要求写一篇描述70岁以上人物的文章，所以我决定去拜访一所疗养院。我来到疗养院的办公室并解释了我这次来的任务。主任告诉我可以去六号房间。房间里有一张床，一把椅子，墙上挂着一幅玫瑰花的照片。一个老妇人坐在椅子上，正在埋头编织。

我敲敲门，她抬起头，眯着眼睛看着我：“有什么事吗？”

“我要写一篇文章……”我说话都有点紧张。

“进来吧。”她停下手里的编织活，拍拍床，“坐这儿。”

我一坐下，老妇人又开始继续她的编织。“您在做什么？”我问。

“上帝在我的篮子里。”她回答。

我稍微提高了一点音量：“您在织什么呢？”

她再次停下来，微微一笑并重复着：“上帝在我的篮子里。”我朝房间四周看了看，又偷瞄了一眼她的篮子，万一我真能瞥见上帝呢。

“噢，他在那，”她说，“我祈祷他能来，而且他也来了。”老妇人继续编织，没再多说一个字。最后，我对她表示感谢并离开了。

“你对她有什么看法？”疗养院的主任问我。

“她说上帝在她的编织篮里，”我说，“我想她有点疯了。”

“她刚来这儿的时候，是有点。”主任说，“她的丈夫去世了，单独一个人。我建议她祈求平静，她做到了。几个月后，一位助手教她如何编织。接下来的六个月里，她为每个人织袜子。在圣诞节的集会上，她编织的袜子、毛衣和毯子卖了1000多美元。她还作为志愿者，在一所学校教大家如何编织。在附近街区，她是最受欢迎的人。”

“那现在呢？”我问。

“嗯，现在她90多岁了，身体不好。但是，她仍然能够织东西，内心非常平和。而且，她只说一件事：‘上帝在她的篮子里’。”

几周以后，我收到一个包裹。里面有一件漂亮的棕色羊毛毛衣，正合我身，并附有来自疗养院主任的便条。

亲爱的克里斯托弗：

你在这里见过的那位老妇人让我把这份礼物转交给你。她想你一定会喜欢这份上帝的礼物，它能给你温暖。三天前，她去世了，但是她很快乐。