谁有《卡车司机的遗言》的英文原版?
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发布时间：2022-05-18 02:45
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时间：2022-05-28 12:59
--杰拉德·霍普金斯
斯蒂姆勃拉山是座杀人山，所有在阿拉斯加高速公路上行驶的卡车司机都对它心怀恐惧。尤其是冬天，积雪的道路盘环曲折，一侧就是陡峭的悬崖。有无数的卡车和它们的司机在这里出了事，而更多的人可能还要与他们走上同一条路。
一次，在这条高速公路的驱车途中，我遇到了加拿大皇家山地*，还有几名正在用绞车从悬崖下提升卡车残骸的营救队员。我把我的卡车停下，也加入到一群沉默着的司机中间去，他们正默默地注视着一辆被渐渐提升上来的卡车残骸。
一名山地*走到我们中间，声音非常低沉地说："我非常遗憾，司机在我们找到他之前就已经死了。他一定是两天前掉下去的，当时我们正遭受一场暴风雪的袭击。现场没有什么痕迹，我们能注意到车体镀铬部分反射的太阳光纯是出于侥幸。"
他慢慢地摇了摇头，把手伸进风雪大衣的口袋。
"这个，你们或许愿意读一下，我猜想他在被严寒冻死以前还活了几个小时。"
我从来没有见过*流泪，我一向认为他们已经见过太多的死亡场面，因而已经感觉麻木。但是，他是一边抹眼泪一边把那封信放到我手里的。读着那封信，我开始抽泣。每位司机都默默地读完了信，然后默默地走回自己的卡车。那封信深深地印在了我的脑海里，如今，虽然已经过去了许多年，但那封信的内容还像捧在我面前一样鲜明。我希望能把它写出来，奉献给你们和你们的家人。
我深爱的妻子：
这是一封任何一个男人都不愿写的信，然而，我还是十分庆幸能有这段时间说出我多少次想说而未说的话。我爱你，我的甜心。
你过去常常讥笑我爱卡车胜过了爱你，因为我大部分时间都和它在一起。我确实喜欢这个铁家伙，它已经成了我的好朋友。它跟我长途跋涉历尽艰险。我愿意开着它拉货，它在路上跑得飞快，从来也不坍我的台。
你想知道吗？我爱你也是出于同样的原因，你也同样目睹了我在艰苦岁月和艰难环境中的挣扎和奋斗。
还记得我们的第一辆卡车吗？它特别能耗油，以至于我们忙碌一天赚来的钱却只够糊口。你走出家门找了一份工作，挣钱付房租和帐单。我挣的每分钱都喂了卡车，是你的收入保证了我们能有饭吃和有一间房子住。
我记得我抱怨过那辆车，但我却不记得你有过丝毫抱怨，即使当你浑身疲惫地下班回家，而我又向你要钱准备上路时，你也没有过怨言。假如你当时真的有怨言，我想我也听不到，我当时已完全陷入了自己的问题，根本不会考虑你的抱怨。
我现在还记得你无私奉献给我的全部东西：衣服、假期、晚会、朋友。你从没抱怨过，而我却不记得自己说过谢谢。
当我坐下来和朋友们一起喝咖啡的时候，我总是不停他讲我的卡车，我的机器，我的收入，却忘了你是我的合伙人--即使没有和我一同坐在驾驶室里。正是因为你所付出的同我一样多的牺牲，加上我俩的决心和坚定，使我们拥有了一辆新的卡车。
我是多么骄傲自己有辆新车，我高兴极了。我同样为拥有你而感到骄傲，但我从未告诉过你这些。我想当然地认为你全都知道。但是如果我拿出和擦车一样多的时间和你说话，我或许就会把那些话告诉你。
这些年我一直在这条路上行车，我始终带着你的祈祷一同行驶，但是这次不灵了我受了伤，而且伤势很重。我正在走向死亡，但是我想说出那些从前就应当说出许多遍的话。从前忘记讲这些话，是因为我过于关注我的卡车和工作。
我记起了那些被我错过的结婚周年纪念日和生日，那些因为我正行驶在路上而只好由你一个人去参加的学校演出和曲棍球比赛。
我想起了那些你独自度过的孤独的夜晚，在辗转反侧中你猜想我走到了何处，发生了哪些事。我想起了多少次我想给你打个电话，只为问一声好，但我却从没付诸行动。我想起了当我想到你正在家里和孩子们等我归来时，我心里的那份踏实和宁静。
你在餐桌上讲的故事，我怎么就没有享受它呢？我正在忙着换油，我正忙着检查汽车零件，我正在睡觉，因为明早又要早早动身。我总是有个理由，但现在看来，它们对我都微不足道。
我们刚刚结婚时，你连一只灯泡都不会换，几年之后，当我在佛罗里达等待装货时，你却能够在暴风雪来临时修理火炉。你成了一位相当不错的技师，帮我维修汽车。当我看到你跳进驾驶室把车倒出玫瑰丛时，我感到无比自豪。当我把车开进院子，看到你虽然已在汽车里睡着，却依然在等我时，我感到骄傲。不论是在午夜2点，还是在午后2点，你在我看来都和电影明星一样美。你很漂亮，你知道。我不记得我最近告诉过你，但你的确很美。
我这一生犯了许多错误，但如果我还有过一个英明决断的话，那就是我求你嫁给我。你永远也不会知道是什么力量驱使我坚持开卡车，我也不知道，但这是我谋生的途径。你始终紧跟着我，无论岁月艰难还是顺利，你始终在我身边。我爱你，我的甜心，我爱孩子们。
我的身体受了伤，但我心上的伤势更重，当我要走向生命尽头的时候，你却不在我身边，这是自我们结婚以来我第一次感到真正的孤独，我感到害怕，我特别需要你，但我知道已经太迟了。
可笑的是，现在陪伴我的竟是卡车。这只该死的铁家伙长时间左右我们的生活，我在这堆奇形怪状的钢铁中一呆就是许多年，但是它并不能回报我的爱，只有你才能。
你此刻正在千里之外，但我感觉你仿佛就在我身边。我能看到你的脸，感到你的爱，我害怕一个人走完剩下的路。
告诉孩子们，我深深地爱他们，不要让男孩们将来以开卡车为生。
就此止笔了，亲爱的。上帝知道我是多么地爱你。照顾好你自己。记住，这一生中我爱你，胜过其他的一切，我只是忘了告诉你。
我爱你！
贝尔
1974年12月
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时间：2022-05-28 14:17
On one trip up the highway， I came upon the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and several wreckers winching the remains of a semi2） up the steep cliff. I parked my rig and went over to the quiet group of truckers who were watching the wreckage3） slowly come into sight.
One of the Mounties walked over to us and spoke quietly.
"I'm sorry， "he said， "the trucker was dead when we found him. He must have gone over the side two days ago when we had a bad snowstorm. There weren't many trucks. It was just a fluke4） that we noticed the sun shining off some chrome5）。 "
He shook his head slowly and reached into his pocket.
"Here， maybe you guys should read this. I guess he lived for a couple of hours until the cold got to him. "
I' d never seen tears in a cop's eyes before——I always figured they'd seen so much death and despair they were immune to it， but he wiped tears as he handed me the letter. As I read it， I began to weep. Each driver silently read the words， then quietly walked back to his rig. The words were burned into my memory and now， years later， that letter is still vivid as if I were holding it before me. I want to share that letter with you and your families.
December， 1974
My Darling Wife，
This is a letter that no man ever wants to write， but I' m lucky enough to have some time to say what I've forgotten to say so many times. I love you， sweetheart.
You used to kid me that I loved the truck more than you because I spent more time with her. I do love this piece of iron——she's been good to me. She's seen me through tough times and tough places. I could always count on her in a long haul and she was speedy in the stretches. She never let me down.
But you want to know something？I love you for the same reasons. You've seen me through the tough times and places， too.
Remember the first truck？That run-down 'old corn-binder' that kept us broke all the time but always made just enough money to keep us eating？You went out and got a job so that we could pay the rent and the bills. Every cent I made went into the truck while your money kept us in food with a roof over our heads.
I remember that I complained about the truck， but I don't remember you ever complaining when you came home tired from work and I asked you for money to go on the road again. If you did complain， I guess I didn't hear you. I was too wrapped up with my problems to think of yours.
I think now of all the things you gave up for me. The clothes， the holidays， the parties， the friends. You never complained and somehow I never remembered to thank you for being you.
When I sat having coffee with the boys， I always talked about my truck， my payments. I guess I forgot you were my partner even if you weren't in the cab with me. It was your sacrifices6） and determination as much as mine that finally got the new truck.
I was so proud of that truck I was bursting. I was proud of you too， but I never told you that. I took it for granted you knew， but if I had spent as much time talking with you as I did polishing chrome， perhaps I would have.
In all the years I've pounded the pavement7）， I always knew your prayers rode with me. But this time they weren't enough.
I'm hurt and it's bad. I've made my last mile and I want to say the things that should have been said so many times before. The things that were forgotten because I was too concerned about the truck and the job.
I'm thinking about the missed anniversaries and birthdays. The school plays and hockey7） games that you went to alone because I was on the road.
I'm thinking about the lonely nights you spent alone， wondering where I was and how things were going. I' m thinking of all the times I thought of calling you just to say hello and somehow didn't get around to. I'm thinking of the peace of mind I had knowing that you were at home with the kids， waiting for me.
The family dinners where you spent all your time telling your folks why I couldn't make it. I was busy changing oil；I was busy looking for parts；I was sleeping because I was leaving early the next morning. There was always a reason， but somehow they don't seem very important to me right now.
When we were married， you didn't know how to change a light bulb. Within a couple of years， you were fixing the furnace8） ring a blizzard while I was waiting for a load in Florida. You became a pretty good mechanic， helping me with repairs， and I was mighty proud of you when you jumped into the cab and backed up over the rose bushes.
I was proud of you when I pulled into the yard and saw you sleeping in the car waiting for me. Whether it was two in the morning or two in the afternoon you always looked like a movie star to me. You' re beautiful， you know. I guess I haven' t told you that lately， but you are.
I made lots of mistakes in my life， but if I only ever made one good decision， it was when I asked you to marry me. You never could understand what it was that kept me trucking. I couldn't either， but it was my way of life and you stuck with me. Good times， bad times， you were always there. I love you， sweetheart， and I love the kids.
My body hurts but my heart hurts even m ore. You won't be here when I end this trip. For the first time since we've been together， I'm really alone and it scares me. I need you so badly， and I know it's too late.
It's funny I guess， but what I have now is the truck. This damned truck that ruled our lives for so long. This twisted hunk of steel that I lived in and with for so many years. But it can't return my love. Only you can do that.
You' re a thousand miles away but I feel you here with me. I can see your face and feel your love and I 'm scared to make the final run alone.
Tell the kids that I love them very much and don't let the boys drive any truck for a living.
I guess that's about it， honey. My God， but I love you very much. Take care of yourself and always remember that I loved you more than anything in life. I just forgot to tell you.
I love you，
Bill
by Rud Kendall
