What is Stevie's translation?

Dan Anderson

I try to be impartial, but I have reason to be skeptical when hiring Steve. His employment adviser assured me that he would be an excellent and reliable restaurant handyman. I've never hired an employee with mental retardation. I haven't decided whether to recruit one. I'm not sure how my customers will react. Steve is short and fat. Like other patients with Down syndrome, his face is smooth and his speech is vague.

For most of the truck drivers who come to eat, I am still at ease. As long as the food is good and the pies are authentic, they are basically not there.

Who collects dishes? What really worries me are college students who talk a lot, yuppies who quietly wipe silver tableware with napkins for fear of "germs in roadside restaurants", and business people who wear white shirts and spend public money and think that every waitress in restaurants is eager to flirt. I knew Steve would feel uncomfortable working here, so I kept a close eye on him for the first few weeks.

My worry is unnecessary. After the first week, Steve captured the hearts of every employee. Less than a month, my old customer? Those truck drivers? Stevie was officially recognized as an auspicious figure in the truck driver's rest stop. From then on, I no longer care about the opinions of other customers.

Stevie 2 1 year-old, blue jeans, Nike sneakers, smiling, lovable and extremely dedicated. When he cleared the table, the salt and pepper bottles returned to their original positions, and there was no crumb or a drop of coffee liquid on the table.

Our only problem is to persuade him to wait for the guests to finish before clearing the table. He always waits in an inconspicuous place, his left and right feet change to support his weight, and his eyes patrol the whole restaurant. As soon as he saw that all the guests at the dining table had left, he immediately rushed over, carefully packed the dishes on the dining car, picked up a rag and carefully wiped the table, with skillful and exaggerated movements. If he feels that customers are watching him, he will frown and pay more attention. His meticulous work is the source of his pride. He took pains to please everyone in front of him, which was really pleasing.

Later, we learned that Stevie lived with his mother. His mother, a widow, suffered from cancer and had many operations, leaving her disabled. Mother and son live on social security and live in a low-rent house two miles from the restaurant. Social workers occasionally visit their home and say that their mother and son are really hard and pitiful. They are short of money, and the salary I pay can only ensure that the mother and son live together and prevent Stevie from being reduced to a "collective home" (an institution that provides care for the disabled).

One morning in August last year, Stevie didn't come to work for the first time in three years, and the whole restaurant was in a sad atmosphere. He underwent heart surgery at Mayo Clinic in Rochester and may need to implant a new pericardial valve. Social workers say that patients with Down syndrome often have heart attacks when they are young, so it is not surprising that Stevie has surgery; In a few months, he is expected to recover from the operation and return to work.

Near noon one day, news came that Stevie was recovering from the operation and was in good condition. The excitement of employees is like ripples. When Franny, the head waiter, heard the news, she cheered and immediately danced in the aisle. The bell ringer is a truck driver who frequents our restaurant. He looked at Franny, a 50-year-old woman with four grandchildren, shaking her body at his desk and dancing Hime to congratulate her on her victory. Frannie blushed with embarrassment, smoothed her apron with her hand and glared at Bell.

Bell grinned. "Well, Franny, what's so happy?" He asked.

"We just got the news that Stevie has finished the operation and is safe now." She answered.

"I've been wondering why I didn't see him today?" Bell asked. "There is a joke to tell him. What kind of surgery is it? "

Frannie spoke quickly and told Bell and the two drivers sitting next to him about Stevie's operation. "alas!" Frannie sighed and said, "I'm glad he's safe, but I don't know how he and his mother paid all the expenses." I heard that their lives have been relatively tight. "The bell ringer nodded thoughtfully. Frannie left in a hurry to entertain guests at other tables.

Franny came to my office after the morning rush hour. She has some napkins in her hand and her expression is very strange. "What's the matter?" I asked. "On the table where the bell ringer and his friends sat," she said, "this folded napkin was tucked under a coffee cup." She handed me a napkin. I shook it off and three 20 yuan bills fell on my desk. On the outside of the paper towel, it was neatly written: "A little something for Steve". These letters were big and thick.

"Bonnie Pitt also asked me why I danced that dance," she said. "I told him everything about Stevie and his mother. Pete looked at Tony, Tony looked at Pete, and finally they gave this to me. " She handed me another napkin, only to see scrawled outside: "A little gift for Steve". There are two 50 yuan bills in the folded napkin. Frannie looked at me with tears in her eyes and shook her head. She just said, "These truck drivers."

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving Day, and it is Stevie's first day back to work. His career counselor said that Steve had been counting the days until the doctor told him he could go to work. It doesn't matter even if it's a holiday. He called ten times in the past week to make sure that we knew he was back, fearing that we would forget him and lose our jobs. I'm going to ask his mother to accompany him to work. We greeted them in the parking lot and invited mother and son to celebrate his return.

Stevie is thin and pale, but he always smiles. He pushed open the door hard and went straight to the workshop, where his apron and dining car were waiting for him. "Wait a minute, Steve, don't worry," I said. I took their mother and son by the arm and said, "Let's start later. I invite you to breakfast to celebrate Stevie's return. " I took them to a big compartment in the back corner of the restaurant. When we walked past the restaurant, I could feel and hear other employees following closely. Looking back, I saw the smiling truck driver get out of the carriage and blend into the ranks of employees.

We came to the big table. The messy coffee cups, saucers and plates on the desktop are littered with folded napkins. "The first thing you have to do, Stevie, is to clean up this pile," I pretended to be serious. Steve looked at me, then at my mother, and pulled out one from the pile of napkins. On the outside of the napkin is written: "A little gift for Steve". He picked up his napkin and two 10 yuan bills fell on the table. Stevie looked at the bills and dozens of napkins exposed under the tableware, each with his name written neatly or scrawled.

I turned to his mother and said, "On this table, there are more than 10,000 yuan in cash and checks, which were sent by truck drivers and truck companies after hearing about your family situation. Happy Thanksgiving! " Oh, my god, it's so jubilant at this time. People shouted loudly and some people shed tears. But do you know what is the most interesting at present? While everyone is busy shaking hands and hugging, Steve is smiling and cleaning up the cups and plates on the table-he is really my best employee.

Some things:

Pronouns (pronouns)

Something, something

Some, some, what

Comfort yourself is lucky.

Something to eat and drink.

genuine material/article

A little, a little, a little.

Very, very.

< gu > to some extent, some

See more important people or things, people or things worthy of attention.

A person or thing with a certain characteristic.

A small amount, some, part.

Used as a pronoun (pron. )

I think I dropped something.

I think I dropped something.

I'll try to get you something to eat.

I'll try my best to get you something to eat.

I can predict something very accurately.

I can predict something very accurately.

He thinks he's great.

He thinks he is great.

He hit a tree or something.

He hit a tree or something.

It is between a jar and a vase.

This thing looks like both a crock and a vase.

She is in her thirties.

She is in her thirties.

This package weighs about ten pounds.

This package weighs about ten pounds.

Used as an adverb

He is a bit like his brother. He is a bit like his brother.

It rained horribly last night. It rained heavily last night.