Will you draw a teddy bear for me?” I tried to turn my six-year-old’s mind to something cheerful. Tina had looked very serious ever since we left the hospital. She held her Elvis teddy bear tightly and was deep in thought. If there was anything Tina loved to do, it was to draw a teddy bear. But now she wouldn’t do even that. We had been visiting her cousin Mike who had managed to break his leg in a skateboard accident. Tina had never been to a hospital before and had wandered off before I noticed. When I did, I found her in a room full of much sicker children than Mike was. My little girl was always so 1)big-hearted, and when I found her she had given Elvis to a little boy to hold.
“You can hold him for a while,” I heard her say when I walked into the room, “Where is your own teddy?”
“We cannot bring them here,” a girl said, “They are not hygi… hygia…”
“2)Hygienic,” a nurse walked into the room and went over to the little boy. “Here, young lady,” she took Elvis and gave it back to Tina, “It was a beautiful thought but we cannot have dirty bears around very sick children.”
Tina’s lips started trembling. “Elvis is a clean teddy!” she whispered. The nurse realized she had hurt her feelings. “I am sorry, sweetie. I did not mean your teddy looks dirty. Still, there is invisible dirt in your teddy that can harm the sick children. We have to be extra careful so that no extra 3)bacteria get in here. That is why you need to wash your hands and you cannot bring flowers. Nothing would make me happier than to give teddy bears to all the children here, but unfortunately that cannot be done.”
We had left the hospital after being assured by the nurses that Mike would get home soon enough, and then Tina turned very silent. I went to make some lunch. After a while I went to peek at what Tina was doing and found her drawing by her table. A teddy bear. I smiled and thought the little crisis was over. After lunch it was time to go to a park. The mothers in our neighborhood had a habit of meeting with our pre-school children every Tuesday after midday in a nearby park. The children would play with each other while the mothers talked about anything and everything, trusting there would be enough eyes to look after the children. Tina had a 4)shoulder bag and it seemed she had brought some drawings with her. I didn’t think much of it, and we walked the two blocks to the park. Children started to play, and us moms started 5)socializing. After a while I noticed all the children were standing in a group—and in the middle was Tina. She was holding one of her drawings and talking. I got up and walked closer.
“……画一只泰迪熊,”蒂娜说。 “画一只泰迪熊?就一只吗?” “你能画多少就画多少。也告诉其他小孩子吧。叫他们都画一只泰迪熊。” “到时候我们要把画带到哪里?” “这里,下个星期。” “好的!”
“… to draw a teddy bear,” Tina said. “Draw a teddy bear? Just one?” “As many as you can. And tell other kids, too. Ask them all to draw a teddy bear.” “Where shall we bring them?” “Here, next week.” “Ok!”
At that the children went back to their playing. I knew something6)funny was going on but if the only thing the children did was to draw a teddy bear, or many, no problem. I went back to chat with the other ladies.
Next Tuesday came in no time. Again we were in the park. The mothers looked slightly amused. “What did your Tina ask the kids to do?” A neighbor of mine laughed, “Look!” I turned to see Tina’s hands full of drawings. She had asked the children to draw a teddy bear and they had done just that. “My Tom did nothing else the whole week but draw teddy bears. And we are talking about a boy who won’t draw anything unless it has four wheels or metal wings!” Another mom shook her head, “Would you tell us what all this is about?” “To be honest, I have no idea,” I said, “So why don’t we let Tina speak, Ok? Tina!” She was already approaching, carrying dozens of teddy bear drawings and smiling broadly. “Ok, Mom! Now we can go!”
“Go, honey? Where? We just got here! And what’s with all these teddy bears? Can I see?” I took a few drawings. On the first paper was a teddy bear picnic party and “Get well soon!” written in red letters. On the second there was an Elvis teddy bear, with the hair and all, and the same message written on it. The third one was pretty well drawn—it was a 7)Mr. Bean teddy bear. The funny expression was well drawn and made me laugh. This one wished speedy recovery. There was a love teddy bear with little hearts. An 8)antique-looking teddy bear with a bandage on its arm and “Let’s get well together.” A pink teddy was giving a teddy bear hug.
I thought I understood. “Are these all for Mike? That’s sweet, honey!” Tina looked at me and shook her head. “No, Mommy! Mike is at home already. He has all the teddies he needs. These are for the children at the hospital, the ones that cannot have real teddies. I asked everyone to draw a teddy bear so they could have teddy bear drawings. A teddy bear drawing is still a teddy bear! And all kids need a teddy bear!”
I saw some of the moms wipe their eyes. I felt so proud of my little girl. And so we drove to the hospital. I talked to the nurses and they let us leave the teddy bears for the children (I had been a bit afraid about how strict their rules of hygiene were).
“You give one teddy bear to all the sick kids here, Ok? And if there are any left, keep them and give them to the new kids when they arrive.” The nurse who had taken Elvis from the little boy and called it dirty, smiled. “I promise,” she said, “And please tell your teddy I am sorry if I hurt his feelings last time.”
“It’s all right,” Tina nodded her head, “I explained to Elvis you meant well.” Then she turned and we went home.
The story should have ended there—but the next Tuesday came and there were more children than usual at the park. The word had spread and they were all carrying drawings of teddy bears. And there we were with dozens of drawings of teddy bears again. Tuesday after Tuesday this was repeated. Tina became a local celebrity. She was interviewed in the newspaper as the “Draw a Teddy Bear Girl”. People who read the story began drawing teddy bears and sending them to her. We took the teddies to hospitals and children’s homes. When the 9)flood of drawings grew, an art exhibition was arranged at a local library—this time the drawings had price tags. We collected a 10)considerable sum of money to buy equipment for the children’s hospital. And so we continued—taking teddy bear drawings to hospitals and when there were extra ones, we sold them for charities.
2010-12-30 21:14 编辑：kuaileyingyu