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第4章 Warm in The Heart

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It was a bitterly cold Denver morning. This was a day for staying home, for having a cold and waiting for Mom to bring a cup of soup. That was the way the day was supposed to be.

I had a job speaking at the Denver Convention Center to a couple hundred other people who, like me, were unable to have the sniffles and stay home for Mom to bring us soup. Instead, we gathered at the convention center, unable to do more about the weather than to talk about it.

I needed a battery for my wireless microphone. I had failed to pack a spare. There was no choice, really. I needed a battery. So I headed into the wind, head bowed, and collar up, shuffling in too-thin dress shoes.

Around the corner, I spotted a small sign announcing that a 7-Eleven convenience store was within sight. If I walked quickly and lengthened my stride, I could reach the front door and shelter from the brisk wind without drawing a breath of lung-burning air. People who live in Denver like to play with outsiders by telling them that winter in Denver means enduring a pleasant kind of cold. “It's a much drier kind of cold,” report the Denver folks, when their relatives ask how they like life in the mile-high city. Drier, my foot! It's cold enough to give the famous brass monkey reason to move.

Inside the 7-Eleven were two souls. The one be- hind the counter wore a name badge saying she was Roberta. Judging by her appearance, Roberta probably wished that she were home bringing hot soup and soothing words to her own little ones. Instead, she was spending her day manning an outpost for commerce in a nearly abandoned, downtown Denver. She would be a beacon, a refuge for the few who were foolish enough to be out and about on a day so cold.

The other refugee from the cold was a tall, elderly gentleman who seemed comfortable with his surroundings. He was in absolutely no hurry to step back through the front door and risk sailing through town at the mercy of the wind and ice- covered sidewalks. I couldn't help but think that the gentleman had lost his mind or his way. To be out on such a day, shuffling through the merchandise of a 7- Eleven, the man must be completely daft.