Home: Patch adams 心靈點滴 - 1998

All of life is a coming home.

Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners,

beekeepers, sword swallowers--

all of us. All the restless hearts of the world... all trying to find a way home.

It's hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself walking

for days in a driving snow. You don't even know you're walking in circles-- the heaviness of your legs in the drifts; your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel. How far away home can be.

Home. The dictionary defines it

as both a place of origin... and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. Or, as the poet Dante put it... "In the middle of the journey of my life. I found myself in a dark wood... for I had lost the right path." Eventually I would find

the right path... but in the most unlikely place.

整個生命就是個返家的過程，

推銷員、秘書、礦工...及每個人，

每顆驛動的心，都在尋找一條返家的路。

很難形容我當時的感覺, 想像你在暴風雪中走了好幾天，你不覺自己在兜圈子，你陷在雪中的雙腿越來越沉重，你的呼叫在風中消逝，你覺得十分渺小，家是多麼遙遠。

家，字典上的定義既是"發源地"，也是"目標或終點"，至於暴風雪？暴風雪只是我的想像，或者，如詩人但丁所說：「我在人生旅途的半路中，發現身處黑暗的森林，因我已迷失了方向，終究，我會在一個最不可能的地方，找到方向。」