隨著微風輕響

這段父親與兒子之間的對話

在我申請志工的時候

時常會想到

我想我當時的堅決

就和這個男孩一樣吧



“People from all over the world have passed through this village, son,” said his father. “They come in search of new things, but when they leave they are basically the same people they were when they arrived. They climb the mountain to see the castle, and they wind up thinking that the past was better than what we have now. They have blond hair, or dark skin, but basically they’re the same as the people who live right here.”



“But I’d like to see the castles in the towns where they live,” the boy explained.



“Those people, when they see our land, say that they would like to live here forever,” his father continued.



“Well, I’d like to see their land, and see how they live,” said his son.



“The people who come here have a lot of money to spend, so they can afford to travel,” his father said. ”Amongst us, the only ones who travel are the shepherds.”



“Well, then I’ll be a shepherds!”



His father said no more. The next day, he gave his son a pouch that held three ancient Spanish gold coins.



“I found these one day in the fields. I wanted them to be a part of your inheritance. But use them to buy your flock. Take to the fields, and someday you’ll learn that our countryside is the best, and our women the most beautiful.”



And he gave the boy his blessing. The boy could see in his father’s gaze a desire to be able, himself, to travel the world—a desire that was still alive, despite his father’s having had to bury it, over dozens of years, under the burden of struggling for water to drink, food to eat, and the same place to sleep every night of his life.



《The alchemist》 Paulo coelho ~ P.11