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天使的照片
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金色的阳光在树梢舞动，公园里充满了孩子们的欢声笑语，爆米花的香气随风飘荡，生活是美好的。那是我和小女儿Gigi一起度过的最幸福的周六早晨之一。
那种美好一直延续到那一天，两个陌生人把Gigi.挟持到他们的车上，然后飞驰而去。这一切就像一个恶梦。当警察询问我时，我的声音小得勉强能听到。数小时过去了，那辆小汽车的行踪一无所知。眼泪流了下来，接着，我再也说不出话来，我被吓呆了。
“回家吧，太太，”警官说：“我派一个警官开车送你回去。我们需要监听你的电话。绑架者可能打电话，我们需要掌握蛛丝马迹。相信我，这些坏蛋不会跑远的。发生了这一切，我很难相信任何人任何事。
那天下午，我的朋友Gloria过来了。“我在收音机上听到了Gigi的情况。大家都在找这辆小汽车。所有的州际公路都已布控。”她握住我的手说。
“看这儿，”Gloria说，“给你这张照片，请和我一起祈祷。”
照片上一个小女孩正在熟睡。床边守护着一个高大的金发天使。他一边朝着女孩微笑，一边用手触摸着女孩的肩膀。
我又累又烦，“你知道我是不相信那一套的。”我不耐烦地说，“我此刻精疲力竭，不会相信那套骗人的把戏。我只想要女儿回家。”我开始颤抖，接下来是啜泣。
Gloria把照片放在披风上，跪在了我身旁。“和我一起祈祷吧，”她说着，抓住我的手。
我一点力气也没剩，就这们，我俩边祈祷边等待，时间过得很慢。我们在电话旁一直守到日落。电话一次也没响。
突然，前门开了，Gigi站在那儿。我抬头一看，大声惊呼：“Gigi！谢天谢地！”我抱住她，惊问：“那些人把你弄到哪去了？你怎么回家的？是警察找到你的吗？”
“不是，妈妈。”Gigi说，“我真吓坏了，那些人说要把我带到很远的地方。我们的车在一条从不见过的石路上跑得飞快。但后来一个高个子出现在车前。他们驶离了公路，车子撞在树上。
然后那个人跑过来打开车门，把我拉了出来。他人真好，告诉我现在没事了，那些人不会伤害我。我一定是睡着了，因为我醒来就到了家门口。一定是他把我送回来的。
“但是谁救了你……他怎么知道把我送到哪儿？”我的声音变了调，拖成了耳语。
“我不知道，妈妈，但他很友好，我一点也不怕他。”Gigi说。
正在那时，Gigi注意到披风上放着的照片。“正是他！”她兴奋地大叫，用手指着那张照片。“妈妈，那个人高个子金色头发穿得像个天使，正是他把我从车里拉了出来。”
我感到脊背直冒凉气，Gloria变得面色苍白。“你确信是那个人吗？”Gloria问。
“我确信，正是他。只是他没长翅膀，他也穿蓝牛仔裤和一件T恤。正是那个人，到哪里我都认得他！”
那天深夜，警察在五十英里以外找到了车毁人伤的绑架者。当训问他们时，司机记得他为了躲避一个金发的高个子突然转向。Gigi坐的后门被从铰链上彻底扯了下来。
二十年过去了，没有一个人声称救过Gigi，关于她奇迹般地脱险以及从那么远的一辆严重受损的车上回家，也没有一个合乎逻辑的解释。
世上总有人解释不了的事情。但，从那天开始，我再也不怀疑有些事情纯属天意。我相信所有的经历，不论积极还是消极，都会带给我们力量和学识。
Gigi现在带她的小女儿每周六都去那个公园。她们享受林梢起舞的阳光，爆米花的香味，孩子们的笑声。她把那张一直摆照片放在披风上，她永远记得她的天使朋友。和女儿一样，从许多年的那一天开始，我也有一个信念，这个信念带我度过了许多考验。
附：原文
Golden sunlight danced in the treetops, and children's laughter filled the park. The smell of popcorn played on the breeze, and life seemed good. It was one of the happiest Saturday mornings I had spent with my little daughter, Gigi. That is, until two strangers threw her into their car and sped away. It seemed like a bad dream. I could barely whisper when the police questioned me. For hours we waited, but there was no word on the whereabouts of the car. Tears would start to come. Then nothing. I was numb with fear. "Go home, Ma'am," the sergeant said. "I'll have an officer drive you. We'll also want to monitor your telephone. The kidnappers might call, and we'll want to get a trace. Trust me, these guys can't get far." After what had just happened, it was hard for me to trust anything. My friend Gloria came over that afternoon. "I heard about Gigi on the radio," she said. "Everyone is looking for the car. The interstates are all blocked." She took my hand. "Look here," Gloria said. "I want you have this picture, and I want you to pray with me." It was a picture of a little girl sound asleep in her bed. Standing by the bed was a tall, blond angel. His hand was touching the girl's shoulder as he smiled down at her. My nerves were frazzled. "You know I don't believe in that kind of thing!" I snapped. "I'm too exhausted for any hocus-pocus right now, Gloria! I want my daughter home!" I started to shake, and then I began sobbing. Gloria placed the photo on our mantle and knelt down beside me. "Just pray with me," she said, holding my hand. I had no strength left, so we prayed and waited what seemed an eternity. Together, we waited by the phone until sundown. The phone never rang. Suddenly, the front door swung open. I looked up and screamed. There stood Gigi. "Gigi! Thank God!" I cried, throwing my arms around her. "Where did those men take you? How did you get home? Did the police find you?" "No Mommy!" said Gigi. "I was real scared because those men said they were taking me far away. We were going real fast on an old rock road I'd never seen before. But then a tall man walked out in front of the car, and they ran off the road and hit a tree. Then the tall man ran up and opened the car door and pulled me out. He was real nice, and said I would be okay now, and that those men couldn't hurt me. I must have gone to sleep, because then I woke up here in front of our house. He must have brought me home." "But who … how did he know … where to bring you?" My voice broke and trailed to a whisper. "I don't know, Mommy," Gigi said. "But he was real friendly, and I wasn't scared of him at all." Just then Gigi noticed Gloria's picture on the mantle. "That's him!" She squealed, pointing at the picture. "Mommy, the tall blond man dressed like an angel. That's the man that pulled me out of the car!" I felt chill-bumps across my neck and arms. Gloria turned pale. "Are you sure that's the man?" Gloria asked. "Yeah, that's him okay. Except he didn't have wings, and he was wearing blue jeans and a tee shirt. But that's him exactly. I'd remember him anywhere!" Later that night, the police found the injured kidnappers in their wrecked car fifty miles from our home. When questioned, the driver remembered swerving to avoid hitting a tall blond man. The backseat door that Gigi sat by had been completely torn off its hinges. Twenty years have gone by. We have never heard from anyone claiming to have rescued Gigi. There have been no logical explanations for Gigi's miraculous escape and return home from a wreck so far away. There have always been things that people can't explain. But, from that day forward, I've never doubted that many of those things are divine miracles. I believe that all experiences, positive and negative, are given to us for our strengthening and learning. Gigi now takes her little girl to the park on Saturdays. They enjoy the sunlight as it dances in the treetops, the smell of popcorn, and the laughter of children. She keeps Gloria's picture on her mantle, and she remembers her angelic friend. And, like my daughter, I have a faith that has carried me through many trials since that day many years ago. | 
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