你在天堂里遇见的5个人

没有一个故事是孤立的。它们有时在拐角相遇，有时它们一个压着一个，重重叠叠，就像河底的卵石。

如果你是一个被遗弃的人，那么，一块朝你扔过来的石头，都可能是让你珍惜的东西。 世上没有偶然的行为。我们都是联系在一起的。你无法将一个生命和另一个生命分割开来，就像风和微风紧密相连一样。 一个凋谢了，另一个正在成长。出生和入死，皆是一个整体的一部分。 陌生人，只不过是你还没有遇见的家里人罢了。

有时候，当你牺牲了一件宝贵的东西，你其实并没有真正失去它。你只不过将它传递给了另一个人。

人们说他们“找到了”爱，好像爱是藏在岩石下面的什么东西似的。但是，爱是千姿百态的，对任何一对男女来讲都各不相同。人们找到的是某一种爱。 爱情像雨水，从天而降，带给爱人们沁人心扉的喜悦。然而，在生活的灼烤下，爱情有时也会表面干涸，需要从地下滋润，照料它的根茎，让它保持生机。

我们每一个人都会影响到另一个人，另一个人又会影响到下一个人，世界上充满了各式各样的故事，但是，所有的故事都连成了一个故事。

1.每个人的生命中，都会有一个真爱的瞬间特写。2.每一个男人身上都有一个正在奔跑的男孩子，不管他变得多么苍老。3.如果你是一个被遗忘的人，那么，一块朝你扔过来的石头，都可能是让你珍惜的东西。4.死亡把一个人带走的同时，也留下了另一个人，在被带走和被留下的短短距离中，生命改变了。5.陌生人，只不过是你还没有遇见的家里人罢了。6.没有一个生命是毫无意义的，只有当我们觉得孤独的时候，我们才是在浪费自己的生命。

我们每个人在你的生命里出现都有一个原因。你当时可能不知道，而这就是天堂存在的意义。让人们理解他们在地球上的生命。

陌生人，只不过是你还没有遇见的家里人。

“你做出一个牺牲，我做出一个牺牲，我们大家都做出了牺牲。但是，你对你做的牺牲感到愤怒，对你失去的东西耿耿于怀。你不明白，自我牺牲其实是生命的一部分。就应该是这样。它不是需要惋惜，而是值得追求的东西。渺小的牺牲，宏大的牺牲。一位母亲辞去工作，以便送她的儿子上学。一个女儿搬回家住，以便照顾她患病的父亲。一个男人去打仗……” ………… “就是这意思。有时候，当你牺牲了一件宝贵的东西，你其实并没有真正地失去它。你只不过将它传递给了另一个人。”

1、人们往往太轻视他们出生的地方。但是，天堂可能出现在最不起眼的角落里。天堂本身有多重境界。 2、陌生人只不过是你没有遇见的家里人罢了。 3、没有一个生命是毫无意义的，只有当我们觉得孤独的时候，我们才是在浪费自己的生命。 4、所有的父母都会伤害孩子。谁都没有办法。孩子就像一只洁净的玻璃杯，拿过它的人会在上面留下手印。有些父母把杯子弄脏，有些父母把杯子弄裂，还有少数父母将孩子的童年摧毁成不可收拾的碎片。

人们以为天堂是乐园，他们可以在云头飘浮，在河中嬉戏，在山间漫游。但是，景色再美，没有心灵的慰藉，也是毫无意义的。 这是上帝能够给予你的最好的礼物；理解你生命里发生的一切。让你的生命得到诠释。你一生所寻觅的正是这份宁静。 愤怒是一种毒药。它从内部噬咬着你。我们以为，我们可以把仇恨当作一种武器，来攻击伤害过我们的人。但是仇恨是一个弯弯的刀刃。我们去伤害别人，实际上却伤害了自己。

这个故事讲的是一个名字叫爱迪的人，故事从结尾处爱迪死在阳光下开始。从结尾开始讲一个故事，似乎颇为奇怪。但是，所有的结尾亦是开始。我们只是当时不知道而已。

But all endings are also beginnings.We just don't know it at the time.

NO STORY SITS by itself. Sometimes stories meet at corners and sometimes they cover one another completely, like stones beneath a river.

People often belittle the place where they were born. But heaven can be found in the most unlikely corners. And heaven itself has many steps.

Now take that same story from a different angle.

"Strangers," the Blue Man said, "are just family you have yet to come to know."

"The only timewewasteis the timewe spend thinking we are alone."

War was his call to manhood.

In the middle of a big war, you go looking for a small idea to believe in. When you find one, you hold it the way a soldier holds his crucifix when he's praying in a foxhole.

His head was spinning. For so many years, he had been haunted bythat one moment, that one mistake, when his whole life changed.

He wakes up the next morning and he has afresh new world to work with, but he has something else, too. He has his yesterday. ... "The way I see it, that's what we're getting here, soldier.That's what heaven is. Youget to make sense of your yesterdays.?

Sometimes when you sacrifice something precious, you're not really losing it. You're just passing it on to someone else.

Silence. It haunted their remaining years. His father was silent when Eddie moved into his own apartment, silent when Eddie took a cab-driving job, silent at Eddie's wedding, silent when Eddie came to visit his mother.

Where was he going? What was he thinking? Which was worsewhen he left unexplained: a life, or a death?

Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curve blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

... but he felt his body being washed from his soul, meat from the bone, and with it went all the pain and weariness he ever held inside him, every scar, every wound, every bad memory.

... that each affects the other and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

如果你是一個被遺棄的人. 那麼. 一塊朝你扔過來的石頭，都可能是讓你珍惜的東西 沒有一個生命是毫無意義的，只有當我們覺得孤獨的時候, 我們才是在浪費生命