The Prettiest Truck | 爱,是欣然接受你的笨拙

The Prettiest Truck | 爱,是欣然接受你的笨拙

I was four, playing outside in the humid Kentucky air.

我当时4岁,在户外玩,周围是肯塔基潮湿的空气。

I saw my grandfather's truck and thought, Granddad shouldn't have to drive such an ugly truck.

看见爷爷的卡车,想着爷爷不应该开这么难看的卡车。

Then I spied a gallon of paint.

于是我偷偷搞来一加仑的油漆。

Idea! I got a brush and painted white polka dots all over the truck.

我有了个好主意!我用刷子在卡车上画满了白色波点。

I was on the roof finishing the job when he walked up, looking as if he were in a trance.

爷爷走出来的时候,我正好在屋顶上进行收尾工作,我想看看他对“新卡车”是否有所察觉。

“Angela, that's the prettiest truck I've ever seen!”

“安吉拉,这是我见过的最漂亮的卡车!”

Sometimes I think adults don't stop to see things through a child's eyes. 

有时候我想,大人们不会停下脚步去从一个孩子的视角看世界。

He could have crushed me. Instead, he lifted my little soul.

(但是爷爷却不同)他没有打击我,而是让小小的我欢欣鼓舞。