Jackie Lantry is a part-time hospital clerk inRehoboth, Mass. She and her husband have adoptedtwo girls and two boys from China. When Jackieasked her children what they believed in, they said"family."
Jackie Lantry是美国麻省利河伯镇的一位医院兼职会计。她和她的丈夫已经收养了两名中国男孩和两名中国女孩。当Jackie问及孩子们的信念时，孩子们异口同声地回答：“家庭”。
“It was not therapy, counselors or medications. Itdid not cost money, require connections or GREat privilege. It was love: just simple, plain,easy to give.”
“治愈和转变孩子，靠的不是医疗，也不是心理咨询，更不是药物。它并不需要花费金钱，也不需要什么社会关系或者特权。只需要爱，
只需要付出简单而平实的爱”Jackie如是说。
I believe in the ingREdients[成分] of love, the elements from which it is made. I believe in love''shumble, practical components and their combined power.
We adopted[收养] Luke four years ago. the people from the orphanage[孤儿院] dropped him offat our hotel room without even saying goodbye. He was nearly six years old, only 28 poundsand his face was crisscrossed[交叉着] with scars. Clearly, he was terrified[害怕的]. "What are hisfavorite things?" I yelled. "Noodles," they replied as the elevator door shut.
Luke kicked and screamed. I stood between him and the door to keep him from bolting[门栓] cries were anguished[痛苦的], animal-like. He had never seen a mirror and tried to escape byrunning through one. I wound my arms around him so he could not hit or kick. After an hourand a half he finally fell asleep, exhausted[精疲力竭的]. I called room service. They deliveredevery noodle dish on the menu. Luke woke up, looked at me and started sobbing again. Ihanded him chopsticks[筷子] and pointed at the food. He stopped crying and started to eat. Heate until I was sure he would be sick.
That night we went for a walk. Delighted at the moon, he pantomimed[打手势], "What is it?" Isaid, "The moon, it''s the moon." He reached up and tried to touch it. He cried again when Itried to give him a bath until I started to play with the water. By the end of his bath the roomwas soaked[浸湿的] and he was giggling[傻笑]. I lotioned him up, powdered him down andclothed him in soft PJs. We read the book One yellow Lion. He loved looking at the colorfulpictures and turning the pages. By the end of the night he was saying, "one yellow lion."
the next day we met orphanage officials to do paperwork. Luke was on my lap[膝] as they filedinto the room. He looked at them and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist[腰].
He was a sad, shy boy for a long time after those first days. He cried easily and withdrew at theslightest provocation[激怒]. He hid food in his pillowcase[枕头套] and foraged[翻寻] in garbagecans. I wondered then if he would ever get over the wounds of neglect that the orphanage hadbeaten into[灌输给] him.
It has been four years. Luke is a smart, funny, happy fourth-grader. He is loaded with charmand is a natural athlete. His teachers say he is well behaved and works very hard. Our neighborsays she has never seen a happier kid.
When I think back, I am amazed at what transformed this abused, terrified little creature. Itwas not therapy, counselors or medications. It did not cost money, require connections orGREat privilege. It was love: just simple, plain, easy to give. Love is primal. It is comprised ofcompassion, care, security, and a leap of faith. I believe in the power of love to transform. Ibelieve in the power of love to heal.