Jackie Lantry is a part-time hospital clerk inRehoboth, Mass. She and her husband have adoptedtwo girls and two boys from China. When Jackieasked her children what they believed in, they said"family."

　　Jackie Lantry是美國(guó)麻省利河伯鎮(zhèn)的一位醫(yī)院兼職會(huì)計(jì)。她和她的丈夫已經(jīng)收養(yǎng)了兩名中國(guó)男孩和兩名中國(guó)女孩。當(dāng)Jackie問(wèn)及孩子們的信念時(shí)，孩子們異口同聲地回答：“家庭”。

　　“It was not therapy, counselors or medications. Itdid not cost money, require connections or GREat privilege. It was love: just simple, plain,easy to give.”

　　“治愈和轉(zhuǎn)變孩子，靠的不是醫(yī)療，也不是心理咨詢，更不是藥物。它并不需要花費(fèi)金錢(qián)，也不需要什么社會(huì)關(guān)系或者特權(quán)。只需要愛(ài)，

　　只需要付出簡(jiǎn)單而平實(shí)的愛(ài)”Jackie如是說(shuō)。

　　I believe in the inGREdients[成分] of love, the elements from which it is made. I believe in love''shumble, practical components and their combined power.

　　We adopted[收養(yǎng)] Luke four years ago. the people from the orphanage[孤兒院] dropped him offat our hotel room without even saying goodbye. He was nearly six years old, only 28 poundsand his face was crisscrossed[交叉著] with scars. Clearly, he was terrified[害怕的]. "What are hisfavorite things?" I yelled. "Noodles," they replied as the elevator door shut.

　　Luke kicked and screamed. I stood between him and the door to keep him from bolting[門(mén)栓].His cries were anguished[痛苦的], animal-like. He had never seen a mirror and tried to escape byrunning through one. I wound my arms around him so he could not hit or kick. After an hourand a half he finally fell asleep, exhausted[精疲力竭的]. I called room service. They deliveredevery noodle dish on the menu. Luke woke up, looked at me and started sobbing again. Ihanded him chopsticks[筷子] and pointed at the food. He stopped crying and started to eat. Heate until I was sure he would be sick.

　　That night we went for a walk. Delighted at the moon, he pantomimed[打手勢(shì)], "What is it?" Isaid, "The moon, it''s the moon." He reached up and tried to touch it. He cried again when Itried to give him a bath until I started to play with the water. By the end of his bath the roomwas soaked[浸濕的] and he was giggling[傻笑]. I lotioned him up, powdered him down andclothed him in soft PJs. We read the book One Yellow Lion. He loved looking at the colorfulpictures and turning the pages. By the end of the night he was saying, "one yellow lion."

　　the next day we met orphanage officials to do paperwork. Luke was on my lap[膝] as they filedinto the room. He looked at them and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist[腰].

　　He was a sad, shy boy for a long time after those first days. He cried easily and withdrew at theslightest provocation[激怒]. He hid food in his pillowcase[枕頭套] and foraged[翻尋] in garbagecans. I wondered then if he would ever get over the wounds of neglect that the orphanage hadbeaten into[灌輸給] him.

　　It has been four years. Luke is a smart, funny, happy fourth-grader. He is loaded with charmand is a natural athlete. His teachers say he is well behaved and works very hard. Our neighborsays she has never seen a happier kid.

　　When I think back, I am amazed at what transformed this abused, terrified little creature. Itwas not therapy, counselors or medications. It did not cost money, require connections orGREat privilege. It was love: just simple, plain, easy to give. Love is primal. It is comprised ofcompassion, care, security, and a leap of faith. I believe in the power of love to transform. Ibelieve in the power of love to heal.