Life of old Burce

The old Bruce is an ordinary elevator worker.It is a monotonous work,every day up and down.However, this lift worker is not trivial.

New York,Manhattan 181 Street transfer station, there is a elevator take people from base ground down to the underground 12 floor of the subway station.People who come here would feel warm and kind.Bruce in charger of this passenger elevator.There is no sticking gum on the  ground , no dirty graffiti on the walls.Instead of flowers,green plants and CD playing jazz music.The great atmosphere beats people , gladdening the heart and refreshing the mind, happy to dance.Even more amazing is that the elevator walls covered with various photos of people with all kind of Skin color.Who are these people?They are all his passengers.Bruce not only let the passengers feel warm, but also taking a snapshot of Guests feel at home., for his passengers, posted on the wall, regular replacement.This little elevator decoration makes passengers feel like his image will remain in the world of Bruce while take a lift.As a result, they put Bruce's elevator as their "mobile home".

This small elevator space is Bruce’s world. In this world, people come in and out take Bruce as friends ,family or just stranger.He found that life is not boring, not alone, his life is full filled with all the people come in and out the elevator.

However, is not the whole of Bruce's life.He put a food box round in the elevator all the time.And It with the words says, "please help us and help the poor!"With this box, Bruce raised thousands of pounds of food for the poor every month.Although Bruce is not rich, but his heart is caring about other poor.

From the biography, I have seen a story about Chekhov.In the final moments of life, he coughed day and night.When every night comes, let him feel embarrassed.He is worried that his cough would disturb his mother and sister and the neighbors.So, he came to the back garden sitting on the cold steps and listening to the Nightingale singing, not back to the room all night.Keeps his cough away from others.

I always wander what a beautiful world Chekhov have in his heart.Ordinary but not mediocre, life is so.