我的父亲是奇迹.docxVIP

我的父 是奇迹 父 是个奇迹，他仿佛无所不能。他可以从偏僻的 忽然 出一个街 商店，他准确地知道我 的行 里程，他可以 正在狂奔的 乖乖停下。父 也 我 造自己的奇迹：他允 我拿野生的猫做 物， 我 自己的生活?? Get Flash Player By Lynn Bauman-Milner 瑜箬 注 My dad was magic. He could make a corner store appear out of nowhere. This was the best part of going on calls with him: getting a bag of chips and an old-style curvy bottle of Coke, which you had to open using the bottle opener that was part of the cooler. That was summer for me. The smell of dust and manure , hot on a summer breeze, pushed fast through the windows as we drove down winding roads. Even now, and I know how awful it sounds, the smell of manure makes me think of my dad. For years I have enjoyed that smell, and inhaled it deeply, surreptitiously, whenever I encountered it. It transports me back to those summer days: days with my dad. This was how I, and both my brothers, got to know our father –against the backdrop of the farms around Elmira in Southwestern Ontario that he served as a large animal veterinarian for more than 40 years. He travelled across the region from farm to farm every day, helping and healing, collecting friends and experiences from every person he met. But summers were the best: no school, and wide-open countryside, bombing along winding gravel roads, arm kinked out the car window in imitation. We would talk about pretty much anything on those drives: Dad seemed to know everything about everything. And he liked to listen to us. Sometimes we could just be quiet, and watch the miles roll along beneath us. He could tell you how long a mile was. But what I did not know was that he was checking the odometer the whole time. Those magical corner stores? He just knew the countryside so well that he knew exactly when to ask if I wanted a snack, to make it seem like a store just dropped out of the sky onto the side of a country road, merely because he wanted it so. I only figured it out a few years ago, because something inside me did not want to lose that magical quality. But Dad could m