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ly crippled (跛腳 ), and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare,I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention. It was difficult to walk together—and because of that, we didn’t say much as we went as we started out, he always said, “You set the will try to follow you.” Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to went to work sick, and even in bad almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could was a matter of pride for him. When snow or ice was on the ground, it was impossible for him to walk, even with such times my sister or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, ., on a child’s sleigh to the subway there, he would try to grasp handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home. When I think of it now, I am surprised at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to suffer from shame and I am also surprised at how he did it—without bitterness or plaint. He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him. Now that I am older, I believe that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still don’t know exactly what a “good heart” I know the times I don’t have one myself. He has been away for many years now, but I think of him wonder i