2009年2月25日星期三
With a young and tender age, her doctor said that they Patti Wilson was an epileptic. Her father, Jim Wilson, is a morning jogger. One day she smiled through her braces and said: "Daddy, what I really like to do is with you every day, but I'm afraid I have a seizure." Her father told her: "If you do this, I know how to handle it, so let's start!" That is exactly what they have every day. It was a wonderful experience for them to share, and there were no seizures, whilewow gold it is running. After a few weeks, she told her father, "Dad, what I really love to do, the world's long-distance running record for women." Her father checked the Guinness Book of World Records and found that the farthest any woman had was 80 miles. As a freshman in high school, Patti announced, "I go to Orange County to San Francisco." (A distance of 400 miles.) "As a student," she continued, "I'm going to find Portland, Oregon." (More than 1500 miles.) "As a junior I'm in St. Louis." (Approx. 2000 miles) "As a senior I'll run the White House." (More than 3000 miles away.) With regard to their handicap, Patti was as ambitious as it was enthusiastic, but she said she looked at the disability, an epileptic as simply "abuy wow gold disadvantage." It focuses not on what they had lost, but on what they had left. This year, they run in San Francisco wearing a T-shirt reading "I Love epileptics." Her father ran each mile at her side, and her mother, a nurse, followed in a mobile home behind them in case anything went wrong. In their pupils year, Patti classmates behind her. They built a giant poster reading "Run, Patti, Run!" (This has since become her motto and the title of a book she has written.) On her second marathon, on the way to Portland, she fractured bones in her foot. A doctor told her to stop its course. He said: "I had a cast on the ankle so that you can not separate permanent damage." "Doc, you do not understand," she said. "This is not just a whim of mine, it's a magnificent obsession, I'm not only for me, I make wow power leveling it to the chains on the heads, which so many others. Is there any way I can run? "He gave her an option. He could be in the adhesive process, rather than in a cast. He warned them that it's incredibly painful, and he told her, "It will blister." She said the doctor, wrap it up. She completed the run to Portland, her last mile with the governor of Oregon. You may have to the headlines: "Super Runner, Patti Wilson at the end of the marathon for epilepsy on her 17th birthday." After four months of almost continuously from west coast to the East Coast, Patti arrived in Washington and shook the hand of the President of the United States. She told him, "I wanted people to know that epileptics are normal people with normal lives." CINDERELLA-the true story By Yvonne Augustin I am sure you have all heard the story of Cinderella. You know the beautiful girl with the two sisters means, step, and wicked wow gold step-mother. Now you already know the end, the beautiful girl who marries the beautiful prince, and they live happily ever after. Well, that was the fairy tale that is the true story. My name is Oscar, and I'm a mouse. I am not associated with Mickey, Minnie, Mighty, or, (although it is a small resemblance to that super-hero Mighty Mouse). I live in the attic in Cinderella's house. One can say that Cindy and I were roommates. When she was young, and her father still lived, we had a nice room in the basement. But after her father died, she was in the attic. I of course, because I knew it would be my company. And they need me. At first, she thought of me as just a common ordinary mouse. Night after night they throw me crumbs. (I thought it was very nice). Then one night, after her step-mother the door, she began to cry. I climbed on Cindy's lap. She spoke to me and gave me my name. I thought at the time, was a Nerdy name "Oscar", but I am used to it now. I even kind of like it. Every day, I saw Cindy working sooo hard. Finally one day, quite by chance, I found a way to help her. You see, her step-sisters were ordering her around, and they made her cry. Cindy cried a lot. (Did I never knew a girl could be so much water!). Anyway, I ran to Cindy and she saw me. Boy, you should have seen it clear the room!. Faster than a speeding bullet - it almost broke her neck when she ran screaming from the room. You have heard it! "Eeeek ... a mouse!", "Mother!", "Help !!!". Cindy and I laughed so hard. It was a really good time. Then was the time when I hid on a plate of food, for Cindy's step-mother. When she saw me, first she fainted, then she had three days of hysteria!. Three days of peace!, That was really nice!. The only other person who is not afraid ofwow gold me was Esmerelda. She was Cindy's Fairy God-mother. We called it Essien short. It appeared only on the day of the big ball. Poor Cindy were ragged waiting for the step-sisters, trying to do the impossible, and they .. not nice .. but only presentable. I mean, they were sooo ugly ... it was not skin deep, it was all the way to the bone!. Anyway, Cindy spoke to me in the garden, where such strange looking woman came through the gate. Most people think they are magical in a beautiful white light, but they are not. They went to the yard with a brown Foodtown shopping bag in his hand. I thought she was here for a hand-out. Cindy must have thought the same thing because they have a glass of milk and cookies. They did not look like a fairy tale God-mother, either. Their clothing was torn, her shoes had holes, and the hair ... Now, let's say I have a better hair-do on a horse, I have to know. I mean, this tale of mother God saw how they need a fairy god-mother. I was to say something like "Hit the road" when Essien Cindy asked why they do not prepare for the ball. Cindy told her she had no clothing or transportation. Good!, Faster than you could say, "the rat ate the cheese," the old woman comes in her pocket and pulls the most beautiful blue ball gown you've ever seen!. It was royal blue, with small white stars, and it was only Cindy size!. Then, she reached into her bag again and pulled out a white evening bag, a silver crown, and the famous glass slippers. (I had to get my head, while the unmentionables.) Cindy then said go, and go change their clothes, while she sees what can be done about the transport. I told her to call a taxi, but she said: "One does not lead to a King's palace in a taxi or rent a car!". Anyway, while I'm on the lookout for something to use, the girl goes into the pocket again and pulls a small cart. It was just about my size. You set it on the ground, and darned if the thing does not start to grow!. I voted for the cover. When the bus finally stopped growing, it was exactly the right thing for Cindy. The wonders of modern science! Right then Essien called me, and .. like a dumb-dumb, I did. Before I knew what I was, I had four hooves and a tail. Seeing my alarm, Essien assured me it was only temporary. I have nothing against it, a small sacrifice for the cause (but I hate oats!). At this point, Cindy appeared, and she was looking hot!. (I even tried to whistle, but it came a whinny). Cindy has over the bus and then we all realized the girl had forgotten one thing ... Driver. So she grabbed a frog hopping through the garden, and placed him in a driver. If you ask me, we have a lot of time if they just made him a prince instead. You are always there, that in other tales, but noooooo, we had things the hard way. Cindy was a smash at the ball. The prince was quite enthusiastic. At midnight, they went to a cold drink of lemonade when Cindy's dress to come apart. Good!, It did not take a genius to figure out that they prefer you. So she took out with the prince on their way. . Fortunately, he was clumsy, and he stumbled. That Cindy had just enough time to jump on the bus and leave the park. About half-way home the coach shrank so small that Cindy had to get out and go. It was then when she realized she had lost a shoe. Hobbling home on a shoe is not a joke!. All night long, Cindy talked about the prince, the ball, and had a great time. It was like her tongue stuck by a phonograph needle. Finally, Essien and left about 4:30, mumbling something about creating a monster. Cindy wore around clock at 6.00. It was a good thing, the "steps" slept late morning, Cindy or not all have to sleep all!. Later that afternoon, the word came about the cheese-wine. The prince would be a search for the love of his life tomorrow. He was in love at the ball last night with a young lady he knew only by a slipper she left behind. I was so excited to hear this news, I went immediately to say, Cindy. I must say, she has the good news. With just a "Oh, it's nice to hear," she went back to their work. (I was expecting at least one jump for joy!) The next day, the prince came to our house and the "steps" (including her mother!), The all tried to adapt their size 10 feet in these slippers size 4. It is a wonder that the poor do not break slippers!. Cindy was locked in the garden and had no chance to try on the slipper. That is when I turn the day. When the prince in his coach, I ran under the horses hooves. The animals were so stupid, afraid of a little mouse, she just ran through the garden gate, nearly trampling Cindy in the process. It is a good thing that the girl is the light on your feet!. The prince was so apologetic it at least ten minutes before he realized the girl had not tried on the slipper. Well ... We all know the end. She tried it on, it fits like a glove, and they lived happily ever after. So that the next time you hear the story of Cinderella, remember, you heard the real story here first ... a little gray mouse named Oscar.
Christmas Morning A light drizzle fell, as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church, like at home and play with the presents, Santa had for us and our little sister, Sharon. Over the road from the church was a Pan American gas station, where the Greyhound bus stopped. It was Christmas, but I have a family outsideeve online the locked door, pushed under the narrow overhang in an attempt to dry. I wondered briefly why they were there, but then forget it, as I drove to work with Jill. If we are at home, there was hardly time for our presents. We had to go to our grandparents' house for our annual Christmas dinner. As we traveled the highway through town, I noticed that the family is still there, outside of the closed gas station. My father was a very slow drive the highway. The closer we get to the turn-off for my grandparents' house, the slower the car went. Suddenly, my father-U in the middle of the street and said: "I can not!" "What?" Asked my mother. "It is the people there again on the Pan Am, in the rain. They have children. It's Christmas. I can not." When my father went into the servicehellgate london palladium station, I saw that there are five of them: the parents and three children - two girls and a little boy. My father rolled his window. "Merry Christmas," he said. "Howdy," the man replied. He was very big and had too little Stoop to peer into the car. Jill, Sharon, and I stared at the children, and they stared back at us. "They are waiting for the bus?" Asked my father. The man said that they were. They went to Birmingham, where he had a brother and the prospects for a job. "Well, the bus is not to come for a few hours, and you're wet standing here. Winborn is only a few miles on the road. They have a shed with a cover, and some benches," said my father. "Why y'all is not in the carHellgate London and I run it." The man thought for a moment and then he waved to his family. They climbed into the car. They had no luggage, only the clothes they wore. Once they are in, my father looked back over the shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet. Three Glum faces mutely gave him his answer. "Well, I do not think so," My father said, winking at my mother, "because when I saw Santa this morning, he told me that he had with difficulty to find, and he asked me if he could be your toy in my house. We do it before I started off at the bus stop. " All at once, the three children into his face lights up and she began to bounce around in the back, laugh and chat. When we are out of the car in our house, the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that are under our Christmas tree. One of the girls spied on Jill's Doll and hugged them immediately to their chest. I remember that the little boy grabbed Sharon's ball And the other girls something from me. All this happened a long time ago, but the memory of it remains clear. That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy that others happy. My mother found that the average child was wearing a short sleeved dress, so she gave the girls only Jill's sweater to wear. My father invited them to join us in our grandparents at Christmas dinner, but the parents refused. Even if we all tried to speak, they were companies in their decision. Back in the car, on the way to Winborn, my father asked the man if he money for the ticket. His brother had tickets, the man said. My father reached into his pocket and pulled two U.S. dollars, which was everything he had until his next payday. He pressed the money into the human hand. The man tried to back it, but my father insisted. "It is late, if you look for Birmingham, and these children will be hungry before then. Take it. I broke before, and I know how it is when your family does not eat." We have them there at the bus stop in Winborn. As we drove away, I looked out the window as long as I could, looking back on the small gihugging her new doll A Love Letter gaia online gold not very good. I try to reason with this, and I end of feeling miserable. I can not help but think of you. You who has so much to give and share with me. Even when I was young, you were a constant value. They were there to see me grow. I cried and laugh, I have learned, and you were there for me. With the gray hair and glasses Chunky. I think you're watching and blued and you would suddenly smile LiDE your face as soon as they come. That's something I love you.You smile, I think about I will miss you. So many years have passed since I again. And for a moment to breath I do not in my life. I want to cry, but I knew you were there, as you always were.The gray hair has become white. And with this came a wiry frame, is very weak. Still, the eyes and was always that was a good run. She has taught me to be strong and live for my dreams. If you wishes for the hunger for knowledge. She has taught me to love learning. Always tell me that knowledge is constantly thing. They were so strong, so wise, and your presence was always comfort. I love it, always at your side. They always gave me a hug when gaia gold I fell. I never love quantities and always to understand that not pressure me to jion in the other, or act as a good time.I lost the books you read to me. These books, which I would like to learn more about the world. Always remember it after the things that you sent me. You always love books. They never said much, but I always knew that every time we saw each other. They were glad to see me, as I always glad to see you. I remember you with teary face and smile wasteful. My pain is more insistant and try to hold on to the hope that this move. Like the strong person you were. I love you Grandpa.
2009年2月23日星期一
Actions Speak Louder Than Words I had a man tell me that the problem women have is that we are more attached to a man than we do words their actions. He meant that we do not always tell if a man walks his talk. We all get caught in the words, and ignore the value of his actions.
How many of us get snowballed by what a man says to us? All those sweet nothings he whispers, the perfect response to the perfect moment and the feelings those words us. But how many of us more or at least equal weight on what they are for the actions? I would say not many of us.
And why do we do that? That is the real question. Perhaps some of us just as caught in the fact that a man is only to start talking. And even more so the fact that they are talking to us. How many of us walk around life starving from lack of conversation, stimulating conversation with a man?
When we first meet someone we are intrigued by what they click - how they live. We compare the interests and objectives. We even analyze whether or not we can see ourselves sharing our lives with them. Let's be honest - as we women crave conversation. The saying that we never without something to talk about is correct. We always have something to say and want someone to listen.
So why do we not look at a man of action? Probably because very few actions mirror the words we hear. We like the way they say our sense. And only after the relationship is more than we realize that we were crazy to take only what they told us. Is that us terrible people? No, but sure makes us feel like a fool at times.
Another man told me the secret - men know what women want to hear, so they tell us, for them to get what they want. I do not know if it is calculated, but it would make sense, even though it is instinctive.
If we are to begin assessing a man by his words and deeds, what would the outcome be? For me, the result would be sweet. I would not feel disappointed or used less na? Do, and more respected. I can say that every time I've valued only the words that I heard was the times that I let down.
And who let me down? Me - I'm the one who rationalized why they never called me or sent me flowers, or sent me love notes, or just as much trouble as I do. I settled and that hurt me the end.
So what have I done on this subject? Well it's an effort to exercise, but I did not just listen to what the man says. I look to connect in a man actions. Are they so much of an effort in the relationship? I have the feeling that they really feel what they say they are feeling? And to a fault, I'm skeptical at best that they really mean what they say. Our best ally is our gut feeling - and we are very guilty of ignoring. If we ignore it we are getting hurt.
I've seen women who just as much as they received from a man, they never more than what is being shared with them, and they never let a man know how she really feels. I would not say that the solution, but to some extent, there is something to say. Personally I can not do.
I know only one way - up front, open and loving. To back reminds me that I deprive myself of the full experience of sharing with a man - it feels like betrayal. But the catch 22, I'm much more vulnerable to be hurt. As one of my friends says to me - you learn after you've hurt a 100 times. Well I never claimed that a quick learner - but a 100? I do not think your heart can bear that much pain.
Weakness or strength
Sometimes your biggest weakness may be your biggest strength. Consider the story of a 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was good, so he could not understand why, after three months of training, the captain had him only one move.
"Sensei," the boy finally said, "I do not need to learn more moves?"
"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you ever need to know," the sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.
A few months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.
Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third game proved more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged the boy deftly used his one move to win the game. Still amazed by his success, the boy is now in the final.
This time his opponent was bigger, stronger and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to have been matched. Fear that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to quit the race if the sensei intervened.
"No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue."
Shortly after the match resumed, his opponent a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Immediately, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in every game. When the boy called the courage to ask what is really on his mind.
"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"
"You will for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. Secondly, the only known defense for that move for your opponent to grab your left arm."
The boy the greatest weakness was his greatest strength.
~ Author Unknown ~
How many of us get snowballed by what a man says to us? All those sweet nothings he whispers, the perfect response to the perfect moment and the feelings those words us. But how many of us more or at least equal weight on what they are for the actions? I would say not many of us.
And why do we do that? That is the real question. Perhaps some of us just as caught in the fact that a man is only to start talking. And even more so the fact that they are talking to us. How many of us walk around life starving from lack of conversation, stimulating conversation with a man?
When we first meet someone we are intrigued by what they click - how they live. We compare the interests and objectives. We even analyze whether or not we can see ourselves sharing our lives with them. Let's be honest - as we women crave conversation. The saying that we never without something to talk about is correct. We always have something to say and want someone to listen.
So why do we not look at a man of action? Probably because very few actions mirror the words we hear. We like the way they say our sense. And only after the relationship is more than we realize that we were crazy to take only what they told us. Is that us terrible people? No, but sure makes us feel like a fool at times.
Another man told me the secret - men know what women want to hear, so they tell us, for them to get what they want. I do not know if it is calculated, but it would make sense, even though it is instinctive.
If we are to begin assessing a man by his words and deeds, what would the outcome be? For me, the result would be sweet. I would not feel disappointed or used less na? Do, and more respected. I can say that every time I've valued only the words that I heard was the times that I let down.
And who let me down? Me - I'm the one who rationalized why they never called me or sent me flowers, or sent me love notes, or just as much trouble as I do. I settled and that hurt me the end.
So what have I done on this subject? Well it's an effort to exercise, but I did not just listen to what the man says. I look to connect in a man actions. Are they so much of an effort in the relationship? I have the feeling that they really feel what they say they are feeling? And to a fault, I'm skeptical at best that they really mean what they say. Our best ally is our gut feeling - and we are very guilty of ignoring. If we ignore it we are getting hurt.
I've seen women who just as much as they received from a man, they never more than what is being shared with them, and they never let a man know how she really feels. I would not say that the solution, but to some extent, there is something to say. Personally I can not do.
I know only one way - up front, open and loving. To back reminds me that I deprive myself of the full experience of sharing with a man - it feels like betrayal. But the catch 22, I'm much more vulnerable to be hurt. As one of my friends says to me - you learn after you've hurt a 100 times. Well I never claimed that a quick learner - but a 100? I do not think your heart can bear that much pain.
Weakness or strength
Sometimes your biggest weakness may be your biggest strength. Consider the story of a 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was good, so he could not understand why, after three months of training, the captain had him only one move.
"Sensei," the boy finally said, "I do not need to learn more moves?"
"This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you ever need to know," the sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.
A few months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament.
Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third game proved more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged the boy deftly used his one move to win the game. Still amazed by his success, the boy is now in the final.
This time his opponent was bigger, stronger and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to have been matched. Fear that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to quit the race if the sensei intervened.
"No," the sensei insisted, "Let him continue."
Shortly after the match resumed, his opponent a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Immediately, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in every game. When the boy called the courage to ask what is really on his mind.
"Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?"
"You will for two reasons," the sensei answered. "First, you've almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. Secondly, the only known defense for that move for your opponent to grab your left arm."
The boy the greatest weakness was his greatest strength.
~ Author Unknown ~
A beautiful smile and love The poor are very wonderful people. One evening we went and we picked up four people from the street. And one of them is in the most terrible condition, and I told the sisters: You take care of the other three. I take care of this, who looked worse. So what I did for her all that my love can do. I put her in bed, and there was such a beautiful smile on her face. She grabbed my hand as she said, only the words "thank you" and she died. I could not help but examine my conscience [良心], before it, and I wondered what I would say if I was in its place. And my answer was very simple. I have tried to do a bit of attention to itself. I would say I am hungry, that I die, I am cold, I am in pain, or something, but it gave me much more, she gave me her love grateful. And she died with a smile on her face. What did this man, whom we chose from the drain [阴沟,下水道], half eaten worms, and we brought him into the house. "I lived like an animal in the street, but I'm going to die like an angel, loved and cared for." And it is so wonderful to see the greatness of the man who could speak as one who could die like that without blaming anybody who does not swear, without comparing anything. Like an angel-this is the greatness of our people. And that is why we believe that Jesus said: I was hungry, I was naked, I was homeless, I was unwanted, unloved, abandoned, and you have done for me.
I believe that we are not real social workers. We can do social work in the eyes of the people, but we are really contemplatives [修行者,沉思冥想的人] in the heart of the world. For we are touching the body of Christ twenty-four hours ... And I think that in our family, we do not have the weapons and bombs to destroy, to bring peace, just get together, love each other, bring that peace, that joy, that strength of presence of each other in everyday life. And we can overcome all the evil that is everywhere.
And with this prize that I received as a prize of peace, I will try to make a home for many people who have no homes. Because I believe that love begins at home, and if we can build houses for the poor, I think that more and more love will spread. And we will be able through this understanding, love of peace will be good news for the poor. Poor people in our family first, in our country and the world. To be able to do so, our sisters, our lives have to be wove with prayer. They must be woven with Christ to be able to understand, to be able to share. So how to be woven with Christ is to be able to understand, to be able to share. Because today there is so much suffering ... When I pick up people from the street, hungry, I give him a bowl of rice, bread, I am satisfied. I removed that hunger. But the man who shut out, who feels unwanted, unloved, horror, a person who was thrown out of society, that poverty is a complete pain, and so unbearable ... Let us always meet each other, with a smile at the smile is the beginning of love, and as soon as we begin to love each other naturally we want to do something. Love Story After a time, the island where all feelings lived: Happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.
Love wanted to continue until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Wealth was love in the big boat. Love said: "Wealth, you can take me with you?" Richness answered: "No, I can not. There are a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can not help you love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "On the love .... I am so sorry that I have to be yourself!"
Happiness was love, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!
Suddenly, a voice: "Come Love, I will take you." She was the eldest. Love felt so blessed and happy that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, elder went his own way.
Love the realization of how much he owes and the elder asked Knowledge, another elder, "who helped me?" "It was time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered: "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great love."
I believe that we are not real social workers. We can do social work in the eyes of the people, but we are really contemplatives [修行者,沉思冥想的人] in the heart of the world. For we are touching the body of Christ twenty-four hours ... And I think that in our family, we do not have the weapons and bombs to destroy, to bring peace, just get together, love each other, bring that peace, that joy, that strength of presence of each other in everyday life. And we can overcome all the evil that is everywhere.
And with this prize that I received as a prize of peace, I will try to make a home for many people who have no homes. Because I believe that love begins at home, and if we can build houses for the poor, I think that more and more love will spread. And we will be able through this understanding, love of peace will be good news for the poor. Poor people in our family first, in our country and the world. To be able to do so, our sisters, our lives have to be wove with prayer. They must be woven with Christ to be able to understand, to be able to share. So how to be woven with Christ is to be able to understand, to be able to share. Because today there is so much suffering ... When I pick up people from the street, hungry, I give him a bowl of rice, bread, I am satisfied. I removed that hunger. But the man who shut out, who feels unwanted, unloved, horror, a person who was thrown out of society, that poverty is a complete pain, and so unbearable ... Let us always meet each other, with a smile at the smile is the beginning of love, and as soon as we begin to love each other naturally we want to do something. Love Story After a time, the island where all feelings lived: Happiness, sadness, knowledge, and all the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats and left.
Love wanted to continue until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Wealth was love in the big boat. Love said: "Wealth, you can take me with you?" Richness answered: "No, I can not. There are a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."
Love decided to ask Vanity, who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, "Vanity, please help me!" "I can not help you love. You are all wet and might damage my boat." Vanity answered.
Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, "Sadness, let me go with you." "On the love .... I am so sorry that I have to be yourself!"
Happiness was love, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her!
Suddenly, a voice: "Come Love, I will take you." She was the eldest. Love felt so blessed and happy that he even forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived at dry land, elder went his own way.
Love the realization of how much he owes and the elder asked Knowledge, another elder, "who helped me?" "It was time," Knowledge answered. "Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered: "Because only Time is capable of understanding how great love."
2009年2月17日星期二
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Follow Your Dream
I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, "I want to tell you why I let Jack use my house. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy's high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up."That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch."He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.'"The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?'"The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you'll have to pay large stud fees. There's no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’"The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’"Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all. He stated, `You can keep the F and I'll keep my dream.'"Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, "I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace." He added, "The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week." When the teacher was leaving, he said, `Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.’"Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.
I have a friend named Monty Roberts who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, "I want to tell you why I let Jack use my house. It all goes back to a story about a young man who was the son of an itinerant horse trainer who would go from stable to stable, race track to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a result, the boy's high school career was continually interrupted. When he was a senior, he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he grew up."That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream ranch."He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back. On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after class.'"The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked, `Why did I receive an F?'"The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later you'll have to pay large stud fees. There's no way you could ever do it.’ Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.’"The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important decision for you.’"Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy turned in the same paper, making no changes at all. He stated, `You can keep the F and I'll keep my dream.'"Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, "I tell you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot house in the middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed over the fireplace." He added, "The best part of the story is that two summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my ranch for a week." When the teacher was leaving, he said, `Look, Monty, I can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids’ dreams. Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours.’"Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what.
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Three Days to See All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short as twenty-four hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly delimited.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It ahs often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.
Now and them I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular, " she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.
If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.
Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?
I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.
If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.
The First Day
On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.
I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "Window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.
Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.
How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?
For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.
The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately "eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
The first day would be a busy one. I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.
And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender , and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.
In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.
The Second Day
The next day - the second day of sight - I should arise with the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.
This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much be compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. Often I have visited the New York Museum of Natural History to touch with my hands many of the objects there exhibited, but I have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom; realistic presentations of the processes of development in animals, in man, and in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet; and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history.
I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring museum. Many, of course, have not had the opportunity, but I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of it. there, indeed, is a place to use your eyes. You who see can spend many fruitful days there, but I with my imaginary three days of sight, could only take a hasty glimpse, and pass on.
My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here , in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. I know well through my hands the sculptured gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile-land. I have felt copies of Parthenon friezes, and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian warriors. Apollos and Venuses and the Winged Victory of Samothrace are friends of my finger tips. The gnarled, bearded features of Homer are dear to me, for he, too, knew blindness.
My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations. I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelo's inspiring and heroic Moses; I have sensed the power of Rodin; I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving. These arts which can be touched have meaning for me, but even they were meant to be seen rather than felt, and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but its figured decorations are lost to me.
So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese, study the mysteries of E1 Greco, catch a new vision of Nature from Corot. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!
Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you. I should be able to get only a superficial impression. Artists tell me that for deep and true appreciation of art one must educated the eye. One must learn through experience to weigh the merits of line, of composition, of form and color. If I had eyes, how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study! Yet I am told that, to many of you who have eyes to see, the world of art is a dark night, unexplored and unilluminated.
It would be with extreme reluctance that I should leave the Metropolitan Museum, which contains the key to beauty -- a beauty so neglected. Seeing persons, however, do not need a metropolitan to find this key to beauty. The same key lies waiting in smaller museums, and in books on the shelves of even small libraries. But naturally, in my limited time of imaginary sight, I should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time.
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. Even now I often attend theatrical performances of all sorts, but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a companion. But how I should like to see with my own eyes the fascinating figure of Hamlet, or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings! How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamlet, each strut of the hearty Falstaff! And since I could see only one play, I should be confronted by a many-horned dilemma, for there are scores of plays I should want to see. You who have eyes can see any you like. How many of you, I wonder, when you gaze at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, realize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its color , grace, and movement?
I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my hands. I can vision only dimly the grace of a Pavlowa, although I know something of the delight of rhythm, for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the floor. I can well imagine that cadenced motion must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I have been able to gather something of this by tracing with my fingers the lines in sculptured marble; if this static grace can be so lovely, how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion.
One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van Winkle. I was able to catch thus a meager glimpse of the world of drama, and I shall never forget the delight of that moment. But, oh, how much I must miss, and how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance! If I could see only one play, I should know how to picture in my \mind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet.
So, through the evening of my second imaginary day of sight, the great fingers of dramatic literature would crowd sleep from my eyes.
The Third Day
The following morning, I should again greet the dawn, anxious to discover new delights, for I am sure that, for those who have eyes which really see, the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
This, according to the terms of my imagined miracle, is to be my third and last day of sight. I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings; there is too much to see. The first day I devoted to my friends, animate and inanimate. The second revealed to me the history of man and Nature. Today I shall spend in the workaday world of the present, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills, Long Island. Here , surrounded by green lawns, trees, and flowers, are neat little houses, happy with the voices and movements of wives and children, havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city. I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River, and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man. Busy boasts chug and scurry about the river - racy speed boat, stolid, snorting tugs. If I had long days of sight ahead, I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.
I look ahead, and before me rise the fantastic towers of New York, a city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy story. What an awe-inspiring sight, these glittering spires. these vast banks of stone and steel-structures such as the gods might build for themselves! This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every day. How many, I wonder, give it so much as a seconds glance? Very few, I fear, Their eyes are blind to this magnificent sight because it is so familiar to them.
I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structures, the Empire State Building, for there , a short time ago, I "saw" the city below through the eyes of my secretary. I am anxious to compare my fancy with reality. I am sure I should not be disappointed in the panorama spread out before me, for to me it would be a vision of another world.
Now I begin my rounds of the city. First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people, trying by sight of them to understand something of their live. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud, I see suffering, and I am compassionate.
I stroll down Fifth Avenue. I throw my eyes out of focus, so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of colors. I am certain that the colors of women's dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never tire. But perhaps if I had sight I should be like most other women -- too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the mass. And I am convinced, too, that I should become an inveterate window shopper, for it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display.
From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city-to Park Avenue, to the slums, to factories, to parks where children play. I take a stay-at-home trip abroad by visiting the foreign quarters. Always my eyes are open wide to all the sights of both happiness and misery so that I may probe deep and add to my understanding of how people work and live. my heart is full of the images of people and things. My eye passes lightly over no single trifle; it strives to touch and hold closely each thing its gaze rests upon. Some sights are pleasant, filling the heart with happiness; but some are miserably pathetic. To these latter I do not shut my eyes, for they, too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind.
My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should again run away to the theater, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.
At midnight my temporary respite from blindness would cease, and permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen. But my mind would be so crowded with glorious memories that I should have little time for regrets. Thereafter the touch of every object would bring a glowing memory of how that object looked.
Perhaps this short outline of how I should spend three days of sight does not agree with the program you would set for yourself if you knew that you were about to be stricken blind. I am, however, sure that if you actually faced that fate your eyes would open to things you had never seen before, storing up memories for the long night ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you. Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then, at last, you would really see, and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.
I who am blind can give one hint to those who see -- one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense: glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.
Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets?
Sometimes I have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and months and years to come. There are those, of course, who would adopt the Epicurean motto of "Eat, drink, and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. he becomes more appreciative of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It ahs often been noted that those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do.
Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die, but usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health, death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.
The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. Particularly does this observation apply to those who have lost sight and hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not being conscious of health until we are ill.
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would tech him the joys of sound.
Now and them I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed.. "Nothing in particular, " she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such reposes, for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.
How was it possible, I asked myself, to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note? I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf. I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, shaggy bark of a pine. In the spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep. I feel the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me. Occasionally, if I am very fortunate, I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush thought my open finger. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama, the action of which streams through my finger tips.
At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things. If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch, how much more beauty must be revealed by sight. Yet, those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted. It is human, perhaps, to appreciate little that which we have and to long for that which we have not, but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere conveniences rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.
If I were the president of a university I should establish a compulsory course in "How to Use Your Eyes". The professor would try to show his pupils how they could add joy to their lives by really seeing what passes unnoticed before them. He would try to awake their dormant and sluggish faculties.
Perhaps I can best illustrate by imagining what I should most like to see if I were given the use of my eyes, say, for just three days. And while I am imagining, suppose you, too, set your mind to work on the problem of how you would use your own eyes if you had only three more days to see. If with the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never rise for you again, how would you spend those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your gaze rest upon?
I, naturally, should want most to see the things which have become dear to me through my years of darkness. You, too, would want to let your eyes rest on the things that have become dear to you so that you could take the memory of them with you into the night that loomed before you.
If, by some miracle, I were granted three seeing days, to be followed by a relapse into darkness, I should divide the period into three parts.
The First Day
On the first day, I should want to see the people whose kindness and gentleness and companionship have made my life worth living. First I should like to gaze long upon the face of my dear teacher, Mrs. Anne Sullivan Macy, who came to me when I was a child and opened the outer world to me. I should want not merely to see the outline of her face, so that I could cherish it in my memory, but to study that face and find in it the living evidence of the sympathetic tenderness and patience with which she accomplished the difficult task of my education. I should like to see in her eyes that strength of character which has enabled her to stand firm in the face of difficulties, and that compassion for all humanity which she has revealed to me so often.
I do not know what it is to see into the heart of a friend through that "Window of the soul", the eye. I can only "see" through my finger tips the outline of a face. I can detect laughter, sorrow, and many other obvious emotions. I know my friends from the feel of their faces. But I cannot really picture their personalities by touch. I know their personalities, of course, through other means, through the thoughts they express to me, through whatever of their actions are revealed to me. But I am denied that deeper understanding of them which I am sure would come through sight of them, through watching their reactions to various expressed thoughts and circumstances, through noting the immediate and fleeting reactions of their eyes and countenance.
Friends who are near to me I know well, because through the months and years they reveal themselves to me in all their phases; but of casual friends I have only an incomplete impression, an impression gained from a handclasp, from spoken words which I take from their lips with my finger tips, or which they tap into the palm of my hand.
How much easier, how much more satisfying it is for you who can see to grasp quickly the essential qualities of another person by watching the subtleties of expression, the quiver of a muscle, the flutter of a hand. But does it ever occur to you to use your sight to see into the inner nature of a friends or acquaintance/ Do not most of you seeing people grasp casually the outward features of a face and let it go at that?
For instance can you describe accurately the faces of five good friends? some of you can, but many cannot. As an experiment, I have questioned husbands of long standing about the color of their wives' eyes, and often they express embarrassed confusion and admit that they do not know. And, incidentally, it is a chronic complaint of wives that their husbands do not notice new dresses, new hats, and changes in household arrangements.
The eyes of seeing persons soon become accustomed to the routine of their surroundings, and they actually see only the startling and spectacular. But even in viewing the most spectacular sights the eyes are lazy. Court records reveal every day how inaccurately "eyewitnesses" see. A given event will be "seen" in several different ways by as many witnesses. Some see more than others, but few see everything that is within the range of their vision.
Oh, the things that I should see if I had the power of sight for just three days!
The first day would be a busy one. I should call to me all my dear friends and look long into their faces, imprinting upon my mind the outward evidences of the beauty that is within them. I should let my eyes rest, too, on the face of a baby, so that I could catch a vision of the eager, innocent beauty which precedes the individual's consciousness of the conflicts which life develops.
And I should like to look into the loyal, trusting eyes of my dogs - the grave, canny little Scottie, Darkie, and the stalwart, understanding Great Dane, Helga, whose warm, tender , and playful friendships are so comforting to me.
On that busy first day I should also view the small simple things of my home. I want to see the warm colors in the rugs under my feet, the pictures on the walls, the intimate trifles that transform a house into home. My eyes would rest respectfully on the books in raised type which I have read, but they would be more eagerly interested in the printed books which seeing people can read, for during the long night of my life the books I have read and those which have been read to me have built themselves into a great shining lighthouse, revealing to me the deepest channels of human life and the human spirit.
In the afternoon of that first seeing day. I should take a long walk in the woods and intoxicate my eyes on the beauties of the world of Nature trying desperately to absorb in a few hours the vast splendor which is constantly unfolding itself to those who can see. On the way home from my woodland jaunt my path would lie near a farm so that I might see the patient horses ploughing in the field 9perhaps I should see only a tractor!) and the serene content of men living close to the soil. And I should pray for the glory of a colorful sunset.
When dusk had fallen, I should experience the double delight of being able to see by artificial light which the genius of man has created to extend the power of his sight when Nature decrees darkness.
In the night of that first day of sight, I should not be able to sleep, so full would be my mind of the memories of the day.
The Second Day
The next day - the second day of sight - I should arise with the dawn and see the thrilling miracle by which night is transformed into day. I should behold with awe the magnificent panorama of light with which the sun awakens the sleeping earth.
This day I should devote to a hasty glimpse of the world, past and present. I should want to see the pageant of man's progress, the kaleidoscope of the ages. How can so much be compressed into one day? Through the museums, of course. Often I have visited the New York Museum of Natural History to touch with my hands many of the objects there exhibited, but I have longed to see with my eyes the condensed history of the earth and its inhabitants displayed there - animals and the races of men pictured in their native environment; gigantic carcasses of dinosaurs and mastodons which roamed the earth long before man appeared, with his tiny stature and powerful brain, to conquer the animal kingdom; realistic presentations of the processes of development in animals, in man, and in the implements which man has used to fashion for himself a secure home on this planet; and a thousand and one other aspects of natural history.
I wonder how many readers of this article have viewed this panorama of the face of living things as pictured in that inspiring museum. Many, of course, have not had the opportunity, but I am sure that many who have had the opportunity have not made use of it. there, indeed, is a place to use your eyes. You who see can spend many fruitful days there, but I with my imaginary three days of sight, could only take a hasty glimpse, and pass on.
My next stop would be the Metropolitan Museum of Art, for just as the Museum of Natural History reveals the material aspects of the world, so does the Metropolitan show the myriad facets of the human spirit. Throughout the history of humanity the urge to artistic expression has been almost as powerful as the urge for food, shelter, and procreation. And here , in the vast chambers of the Metropolitan Museum, is unfolded before me the spirit of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, as expressed in their art. I know well through my hands the sculptured gods and goddesses of the ancient Nile-land. I have felt copies of Parthenon friezes, and I have sensed the rhythmic beauty of charging Athenian warriors. Apollos and Venuses and the Winged Victory of Samothrace are friends of my finger tips. The gnarled, bearded features of Homer are dear to me, for he, too, knew blindness.
My hands have lingered upon the living marble of roman sculpture as well as that of later generations. I have passed my hands over a plaster cast of Michelangelo's inspiring and heroic Moses; I have sensed the power of Rodin; I have been awed by the devoted spirit of Gothic wood carving. These arts which can be touched have meaning for me, but even they were meant to be seen rather than felt, and I can only guess at the beauty which remains hidden from me. I can admire the simple lines of a Greek vase, but its figured decorations are lost to me.
So on this, my second day of sight, I should try to probe into the soul of man through this art. The things I knew through touch I should now see. More splendid still, the whole magnificent world of painting would be opened to me, from the Italian Primitives, with their serene religious devotion, to the Moderns, with their feverish visions. I should look deep into the canvases of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci, Titian, Rembrandt. I should want to feast my eyes upon the warm colors of Veronese, study the mysteries of E1 Greco, catch a new vision of Nature from Corot. Oh, there is so much rich meaning and beauty in the art of the ages for you who have eyes to see!
Upon my short visit to this temple of art I should not be able to review a fraction of that great world of art which is open to you. I should be able to get only a superficial impression. Artists tell me that for deep and true appreciation of art one must educated the eye. One must learn through experience to weigh the merits of line, of composition, of form and color. If I had eyes, how happily would I embark upon so fascinating a study! Yet I am told that, to many of you who have eyes to see, the world of art is a dark night, unexplored and unilluminated.
It would be with extreme reluctance that I should leave the Metropolitan Museum, which contains the key to beauty -- a beauty so neglected. Seeing persons, however, do not need a metropolitan to find this key to beauty. The same key lies waiting in smaller museums, and in books on the shelves of even small libraries. But naturally, in my limited time of imaginary sight, I should choose the place where the key unlocks the greatest treasures in the shortest time.
The evening of my second day of sight I should spend at a theatre or at the movies. Even now I often attend theatrical performances of all sorts, but the action of the play must be spelled into my hand by a companion. But how I should like to see with my own eyes the fascinating figure of Hamlet, or the gusty Falstaff amid colorful Elizabethan trappings! How I should like to follow each movement of the graceful Hamlet, each strut of the hearty Falstaff! And since I could see only one play, I should be confronted by a many-horned dilemma, for there are scores of plays I should want to see. You who have eyes can see any you like. How many of you, I wonder, when you gaze at a play, a movie, or any spectacle, realize and give thanks for the miracle of sight which enables you to enjoy its color , grace, and movement?
I cannot enjoy the beauty of rhythmic movement except in a sphere restricted to the touch of my hands. I can vision only dimly the grace of a Pavlowa, although I know something of the delight of rhythm, for often I can sense the beat of music as it vibrates through the floor. I can well imagine that cadenced motion must be one of the most pleasing sights in the world. I have been able to gather something of this by tracing with my fingers the lines in sculptured marble; if this static grace can be so lovely, how much more acute must be the thrill of seeing grace in motion.
One of my dearest memories is of the time when Joseph Jefferson allowed me to touch his face and hands as he went through some of the gestures and speeches of his beloved Rip Van Winkle. I was able to catch thus a meager glimpse of the world of drama, and I shall never forget the delight of that moment. But, oh, how much I must miss, and how much pleasure you seeing ones can derive from watching and hearing the interplay of speech and movement in the unfolding of a dramatic performance! If I could see only one play, I should know how to picture in my \mind the action of a hundred plays which I have read or had transferred to me through the medium of the manual alphabet.
So, through the evening of my second imaginary day of sight, the great fingers of dramatic literature would crowd sleep from my eyes.
The Third Day
The following morning, I should again greet the dawn, anxious to discover new delights, for I am sure that, for those who have eyes which really see, the dawn of each day must be a perpetually new revelation of beauty.
This, according to the terms of my imagined miracle, is to be my third and last day of sight. I shall have no time to waste in regrets or longings; there is too much to see. The first day I devoted to my friends, animate and inanimate. The second revealed to me the history of man and Nature. Today I shall spend in the workaday world of the present, amid the haunts of men going about the business of life. And where can one find so many activities and conditions of men as in New York? So the city becomes my destination.
I start from my home in the quiet little suburb of Forest Hills, Long Island. Here , surrounded by green lawns, trees, and flowers, are neat little houses, happy with the voices and movements of wives and children, havens of peaceful rest for men who toil in the city. I drive across the lacy structure of steel which spans the East River, and I get a new and startling vision of the power and ingenuity of the mind of man. Busy boasts chug and scurry about the river - racy speed boat, stolid, snorting tugs. If I had long days of sight ahead, I should spend many of them watching the delightful activity upon the river.
I look ahead, and before me rise the fantastic towers of New York, a city that seems to have stepped from the pages of a fairy story. What an awe-inspiring sight, these glittering spires. these vast banks of stone and steel-structures such as the gods might build for themselves! This animated picture is a part of the lives of millions of people every day. How many, I wonder, give it so much as a seconds glance? Very few, I fear, Their eyes are blind to this magnificent sight because it is so familiar to them.
I hurry to the top of one of those gigantic structures, the Empire State Building, for there , a short time ago, I "saw" the city below through the eyes of my secretary. I am anxious to compare my fancy with reality. I am sure I should not be disappointed in the panorama spread out before me, for to me it would be a vision of another world.
Now I begin my rounds of the city. First, I stand at a busy corner, merely looking at people, trying by sight of them to understand something of their live. I see smiles, and I am happy. I see serious determination, and I am proud, I see suffering, and I am compassionate.
I stroll down Fifth Avenue. I throw my eyes out of focus, so that I see no particular object but only a seething kaleidoscope of colors. I am certain that the colors of women's dresses moving in a throng must be a gorgeous spectacle of which I should never tire. But perhaps if I had sight I should be like most other women -- too interested in styles and the cut of individual dresses to give much attention to the splendor of color in the mass. And I am convinced, too, that I should become an inveterate window shopper, for it must be a delight to the eye to view the myriad articles of beauty on display.
From Fifth Avenue I make a tour of the city-to Park Avenue, to the slums, to factories, to parks where children play. I take a stay-at-home trip abroad by visiting the foreign quarters. Always my eyes are open wide to all the sights of both happiness and misery so that I may probe deep and add to my understanding of how people work and live. my heart is full of the images of people and things. My eye passes lightly over no single trifle; it strives to touch and hold closely each thing its gaze rests upon. Some sights are pleasant, filling the heart with happiness; but some are miserably pathetic. To these latter I do not shut my eyes, for they, too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind.
My third day of sight is drawing to an end. Perhaps there are many serious pursuits to which I should devote the few remaining hours, but I am afraid that on the evening of that last day I should again run away to the theater, to a hilariously funny play, so that I might appreciate the overtones of comedy in the human spirit.
At midnight my temporary respite from blindness would cease, and permanent night would close in on me again. Naturally in those three short days I should not have seen all I wanted to see. Only when darkness had again descended upon me should I realize how much I had left unseen. But my mind would be so crowded with glorious memories that I should have little time for regrets. Thereafter the touch of every object would bring a glowing memory of how that object looked.
Perhaps this short outline of how I should spend three days of sight does not agree with the program you would set for yourself if you knew that you were about to be stricken blind. I am, however, sure that if you actually faced that fate your eyes would open to things you had never seen before, storing up memories for the long night ahead. You would use your eyes as never before. Everything you saw would become dear to you. Your eyes would touch and embrace every object that came within your range of vision. Then, at last, you would really see, and a new world of beauty would open itself before you.
I who am blind can give one hint to those who see -- one admonition to those who would make full use of the gift of sight: Use your eyes as if tomorrow you would be stricken blind. And the same method can be applied to the other senses. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird, the mighty strains of an orchestra, as if you would be stricken deaf tomorrow. Touch each object you want to touch as if tomorrow your tactile sense would fail. Smell the perfume of flowers, taste with relish each morsel, as if tomorrow you could never smell and taste again. Make the most of every sense: glory in all the facets of pleasure and beauty which the world reveals to you through the several means of contact which Nature provides. But of all the senses, I am sure that sight must be the most delightful.
2009年2月16日星期一
Work on only one
Lately, your job has taken up much of your time. You've even started bringing work at home and you keep working until the wee hours (凌晨）of the morning. You spend Saturdays and Sundays with your head bent on your work. And you're supposed to spend these days with your family, or friends, or for your relaxation!
No longer do you work in order to live, but you now live in order to work. Work is now the center of your daily life, while the more important things have been relegated （转移，归入）to the trunk of your car; or in the backseat, if things are still not that worse.
A workaholic. This is what you have become. The only time you don't think of work is during the three or four hours a day that you spend sleeping. You devote 16 hours of your day each day to working furiously: making money, reaching goals, working on giving your families the best, planning and mobilizing yourself for success.
But little do you realize that by being too caught up with work, you gradually forget the reasons why you work: your family. Sure, you work to earn lots of money for them, but when was the last time you spent a full hour of quality time with your kids? Or your mom and dad? Or your friends? When was the last time you did something you used to do and enjoy before you mutated into a workaholic?
Here are a few tips to help you, the workaholic, re-focus and get the best out of life (and keep you healthy and alive in the long run too!):
EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP! Make it a point to get at least eight hours of sleep and plenty of rest. While food has substitutes in the form of natural medicines or artificial foods, there are no substitutes for sleep and rest. Don't believe that you can always "catch some sleep or rest later." Your body cannot make up for lost sleep or rest time because it is not physiologically possible.
STRICTLY FAMILY ON WEEKENDS! Resolve to make Saturdays and Sundays strictly for family time. And stick to this! Mondays until Fridays you make an excuse not to relax and spend time with your family because it's work time, why not make a similar excuse for Saturdays and Sundays? "I can't work today because I'm spending time with my family."
GET SOME FOOD IN! Make sure you get food in your stomach. Workaholics are known to be food-skippers. If you can't afford to get off your desk or from doing paperwork, have food delivered to you. It's always a good idea if you have crackers on your drawer to ease the hunger pangs.
CONFINE WORK! Resolve to confine （限制，禁闭）work in your office. Don't bring work to your home! Keep those files in your office desk where they belong. If you work from home, keep your work stuff in the confines of your home office. Keep them there until the next day when you start work. Practice working only within your working hours. If you have an eight-to-five working schedule, stick to it.
WORK UP THOSE MUSCLES! Exercise, exercise, exercise! Set aside at least an hour each day or every other day for exercise. You body needs to be conditioned, and working non-stop isn't going to give it the proper physical conditioning it needs. Since most workaholics tend to have their behinds stuck on their chairs, it's even more important that you get some exercise.
MAKE A PLAN! Plan your day. Work on only one or two things at a time. It's much easier to work on something and finish it first and then move on to the next rather than do a number of things all at the same time and never finish or accomplish anything at the end of the day. Make out a list of priorities. Write down things that need to be worked on immediately or are urgent, keeping the least ones at the bottom of your list. After you've done this, be guided by this list. Turning this activity into a habit will also help you manage your time better, be more organized, and accomplish more.
WORK TO LIVE! Always keep in mind that you work so you can live and have a comfortable life. Always remember that you don't live to work. Working is just one of the many useful and fruitful activities you do that enables you to live a good life and give your family (or any of your dependents) their needs. Don't make work your life.
Yes, you've gotten side-tracked. You've gotten too into working that you've forgotten how to enjoy life and the many things it offers. Yes, you're a hard worker and it's not a bad trait.（显著特点，特性）
However, living with nothing but work in mind is.
If you start following the tips outlined today, then you've just taken the first step to living a healthy, successful and happy life
Tips and advice for Workaholics
Lately, your job has taken up much of your time. You've even started bringing work at home and you keep working until the wee hours (凌晨）of the morning. You spend Saturdays and Sundays with your head bent on your work. And you're supposed to spend these days with your family, or friends, or for your relaxation!
No longer do you work in order to live, but you now live in order to work. Work is now the center of your daily life, while the more important things have been relegated （转移，归入）to the trunk of your car; or in the backseat, if things are still not that worse.
A workaholic. This is what you have become. The only time you don't think of work is during the three or four hours a day that you spend sleeping. You devote 16 hours of your day each day to working furiously: making money, reaching goals, working on giving your families the best, planning and mobilizing yourself for success.
But little do you realize that by being too caught up with work, you gradually forget the reasons why you work: your family. Sure, you work to earn lots of money for them, but when was the last time you spent a full hour of quality time with your kids? Or your mom and dad? Or your friends? When was the last time you did something you used to do and enjoy before you mutated into a workaholic?
Here are a few tips to help you, the workaholic, re-focus and get the best out of life (and keep you healthy and alive in the long run too!):
EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP! Make it a point to get at least eight hours of sleep and plenty of rest. While food has substitutes in the form of natural medicines or artificial foods, there are no substitutes for sleep and rest. Don't believe that you can always "catch some sleep or rest later." Your body cannot make up for lost sleep or rest time because it is not physiologically possible.
STRICTLY FAMILY ON WEEKENDS! Resolve to make Saturdays and Sundays strictly for family time. And stick to this! Mondays until Fridays you make an excuse not to relax and spend time with your family because it's work time, why not make a similar excuse for Saturdays and Sundays? "I can't work today because I'm spending time with my family."
GET SOME FOOD IN! Make sure you get food in your stomach. Workaholics are known to be food-skippers. If you can't afford to get off your desk or from doing paperwork, have food delivered to you. It's always a good idea if you have crackers on your drawer to ease the hunger pangs.
CONFINE WORK! Resolve to confine （限制，禁闭）work in your office. Don't bring work to your home! Keep those files in your office desk where they belong. If you work from home, keep your work stuff in the confines of your home office. Keep them there until the next day when you start work. Practice working only within your working hours. If you have an eight-to-five working schedule, stick to it.
WORK UP THOSE MUSCLES! Exercise, exercise, exercise! Set aside at least an hour each day or every other day for exercise. You body needs to be conditioned, and working non-stop isn't going to give it the proper physical conditioning it needs. Since most workaholics tend to have their behinds stuck on their chairs, it's even more important that you get some exercise.
MAKE A PLAN! Plan your day. Work on only one or two things at a time. It's much easier to work on something and finish it first and then move on to the next rather than do a number of things all at the same time and never finish or accomplish anything at the end of the day. Make out a list of priorities. Write down things that need to be worked on immediately or are urgent, keeping the least ones at the bottom of your list. After you've done this, be guided by this list. Turning this activity into a habit will also help you manage your time better, be more organized, and accomplish more.
WORK TO LIVE! Always keep in mind that you work so you can live and have a comfortable life. Always remember that you don't live to work. Working is just one of the many useful and fruitful activities you do that enables you to live a good life and give your family (or any of your dependents) their needs. Don't make work your life.
Yes, you've gotten side-tracked. You've gotten too into working that you've forgotten how to enjoy life and the many things it offers. Yes, you're a hard worker and it's not a bad trait.（显著特点，特性）
However, living with nothing but work in mind is.
If you start following the tips outlined today, then you've just taken the first step to living a healthy, successful and happy life!
No longer do you work in order to live, but you now live in order to work. Work is now the center of your daily life, while the more important things have been relegated （转移，归入）to the trunk of your car; or in the backseat, if things are still not that worse.
A workaholic. This is what you have become. The only time you don't think of work is during the three or four hours a day that you spend sleeping. You devote 16 hours of your day each day to working furiously: making money, reaching goals, working on giving your families the best, planning and mobilizing yourself for success.
But little do you realize that by being too caught up with work, you gradually forget the reasons why you work: your family. Sure, you work to earn lots of money for them, but when was the last time you spent a full hour of quality time with your kids? Or your mom and dad? Or your friends? When was the last time you did something you used to do and enjoy before you mutated into a workaholic?
Here are a few tips to help you, the workaholic, re-focus and get the best out of life (and keep you healthy and alive in the long run too!):
EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP! Make it a point to get at least eight hours of sleep and plenty of rest. While food has substitutes in the form of natural medicines or artificial foods, there are no substitutes for sleep and rest. Don't believe that you can always "catch some sleep or rest later." Your body cannot make up for lost sleep or rest time because it is not physiologically possible.
STRICTLY FAMILY ON WEEKENDS! Resolve to make Saturdays and Sundays strictly for family time. And stick to this! Mondays until Fridays you make an excuse not to relax and spend time with your family because it's work time, why not make a similar excuse for Saturdays and Sundays? "I can't work today because I'm spending time with my family."
GET SOME FOOD IN! Make sure you get food in your stomach. Workaholics are known to be food-skippers. If you can't afford to get off your desk or from doing paperwork, have food delivered to you. It's always a good idea if you have crackers on your drawer to ease the hunger pangs.
CONFINE WORK! Resolve to confine （限制，禁闭）work in your office. Don't bring work to your home! Keep those files in your office desk where they belong. If you work from home, keep your work stuff in the confines of your home office. Keep them there until the next day when you start work. Practice working only within your working hours. If you have an eight-to-five working schedule, stick to it.
WORK UP THOSE MUSCLES! Exercise, exercise, exercise! Set aside at least an hour each day or every other day for exercise. You body needs to be conditioned, and working non-stop isn't going to give it the proper physical conditioning it needs. Since most workaholics tend to have their behinds stuck on their chairs, it's even more important that you get some exercise.
MAKE A PLAN! Plan your day. Work on only one or two things at a time. It's much easier to work on something and finish it first and then move on to the next rather than do a number of things all at the same time and never finish or accomplish anything at the end of the day. Make out a list of priorities. Write down things that need to be worked on immediately or are urgent, keeping the least ones at the bottom of your list. After you've done this, be guided by this list. Turning this activity into a habit will also help you manage your time better, be more organized, and accomplish more.
WORK TO LIVE! Always keep in mind that you work so you can live and have a comfortable life. Always remember that you don't live to work. Working is just one of the many useful and fruitful activities you do that enables you to live a good life and give your family (or any of your dependents) their needs. Don't make work your life.
Yes, you've gotten side-tracked. You've gotten too into working that you've forgotten how to enjoy life and the many things it offers. Yes, you're a hard worker and it's not a bad trait.（显著特点，特性）
However, living with nothing but work in mind is.
If you start following the tips outlined today, then you've just taken the first step to living a healthy, successful and happy life
Tips and advice for Workaholics
Lately, your job has taken up much of your time. You've even started bringing work at home and you keep working until the wee hours (凌晨）of the morning. You spend Saturdays and Sundays with your head bent on your work. And you're supposed to spend these days with your family, or friends, or for your relaxation!
No longer do you work in order to live, but you now live in order to work. Work is now the center of your daily life, while the more important things have been relegated （转移，归入）to the trunk of your car; or in the backseat, if things are still not that worse.
A workaholic. This is what you have become. The only time you don't think of work is during the three or four hours a day that you spend sleeping. You devote 16 hours of your day each day to working furiously: making money, reaching goals, working on giving your families the best, planning and mobilizing yourself for success.
But little do you realize that by being too caught up with work, you gradually forget the reasons why you work: your family. Sure, you work to earn lots of money for them, but when was the last time you spent a full hour of quality time with your kids? Or your mom and dad? Or your friends? When was the last time you did something you used to do and enjoy before you mutated into a workaholic?
Here are a few tips to help you, the workaholic, re-focus and get the best out of life (and keep you healthy and alive in the long run too!):
EIGHT HOURS OF SLEEP! Make it a point to get at least eight hours of sleep and plenty of rest. While food has substitutes in the form of natural medicines or artificial foods, there are no substitutes for sleep and rest. Don't believe that you can always "catch some sleep or rest later." Your body cannot make up for lost sleep or rest time because it is not physiologically possible.
STRICTLY FAMILY ON WEEKENDS! Resolve to make Saturdays and Sundays strictly for family time. And stick to this! Mondays until Fridays you make an excuse not to relax and spend time with your family because it's work time, why not make a similar excuse for Saturdays and Sundays? "I can't work today because I'm spending time with my family."
GET SOME FOOD IN! Make sure you get food in your stomach. Workaholics are known to be food-skippers. If you can't afford to get off your desk or from doing paperwork, have food delivered to you. It's always a good idea if you have crackers on your drawer to ease the hunger pangs.
CONFINE WORK! Resolve to confine （限制，禁闭）work in your office. Don't bring work to your home! Keep those files in your office desk where they belong. If you work from home, keep your work stuff in the confines of your home office. Keep them there until the next day when you start work. Practice working only within your working hours. If you have an eight-to-five working schedule, stick to it.
WORK UP THOSE MUSCLES! Exercise, exercise, exercise! Set aside at least an hour each day or every other day for exercise. You body needs to be conditioned, and working non-stop isn't going to give it the proper physical conditioning it needs. Since most workaholics tend to have their behinds stuck on their chairs, it's even more important that you get some exercise.
MAKE A PLAN! Plan your day. Work on only one or two things at a time. It's much easier to work on something and finish it first and then move on to the next rather than do a number of things all at the same time and never finish or accomplish anything at the end of the day. Make out a list of priorities. Write down things that need to be worked on immediately or are urgent, keeping the least ones at the bottom of your list. After you've done this, be guided by this list. Turning this activity into a habit will also help you manage your time better, be more organized, and accomplish more.
WORK TO LIVE! Always keep in mind that you work so you can live and have a comfortable life. Always remember that you don't live to work. Working is just one of the many useful and fruitful activities you do that enables you to live a good life and give your family (or any of your dependents) their needs. Don't make work your life.
Yes, you've gotten side-tracked. You've gotten too into working that you've forgotten how to enjoy life and the many things it offers. Yes, you're a hard worker and it's not a bad trait.（显著特点，特性）
However, living with nothing but work in mind is.
If you start following the tips outlined today, then you've just taken the first step to living a healthy, successful and happy life!
get hurt but never keep the pain
All about love
To My Friends Who Are........... SINGLE
Love is like a butterfly,
The more you chase it, the more it eludes you,
But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it.
Love can make you happy but often it hurts,
but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it.
So take your time and choose the best.
To My Friends Who Are............ NOT SO SINGLE
Love isn't about becoming somebody else's" perfect person."
It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.
To My Friends Who Are............ PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE
Never say "I love you" if you don't care.
Never talk about feelings if they aren't there.
Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart.
Never look in the eye when all you do is lie.
The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love
when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways...
To My Friends Who Are............ MARRIED
Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry"
not "where are you', but "I'm right here" not "how
could you", but "I understand" not "I wish you were",
but "I'm thankful you are."
To My Friends Who Are............ ENGAGED
The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but
how good you are for each other.
To My Friends Who Are............ HEARTBROKEN
Heartbreaks last as long! as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go.
The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them
To My Friends Who Are............ NAIVE
How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble,
be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair,
understand and try not to demand,
and get hurt but never keep the pain.
To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE
It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else,
but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.
To My Friends Who Are............ AFRAID TO CONFESS
Love hurts when you break up with someone.
It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.
But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you
feel.
To My Friends Who Are............ STILL HOLDING ON
A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love only to
find out in the end that it was never meant to be,
and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it.
If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now.
Let go.....
TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......
My wish for you is a man/women who's love is honest, strong, mature,
never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish
All about love
To My Friends Who Are........... SINGLE
Love is like a butterfly,
The more you chase it, the more it eludes you,
But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it.
Love can make you happy but often it hurts,
but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it.
So take your time and choose the best.
To My Friends Who Are............ NOT SO SINGLE
Love isn't about becoming somebody else's" perfect person."
It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.
To My Friends Who Are............ PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE
Never say "I love you" if you don't care.
Never talk about feelings if they aren't there.
Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart.
Never look in the eye when all you do is lie.
The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love
when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways...
To My Friends Who Are............ MARRIED
Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry"
not "where are you', but "I'm right here" not "how
could you", but "I understand" not "I wish you were",
but "I'm thankful you are."
To My Friends Who Are............ ENGAGED
The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but
how good you are for each other.
To My Friends Who Are............ HEARTBROKEN
Heartbreaks last as long! as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go.
The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them
To My Friends Who Are............ NAIVE
How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble,
be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair,
understand and try not to demand,
and get hurt but never keep the pain.
To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE
It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else,
but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.
To My Friends Who Are............ AFRAID TO CONFESS
Love hurts when you break up with someone.
It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.
But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you
feel.
To My Friends Who Are............ STILL HOLDING ON
A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love only to
find out in the end that it was never meant to be,
and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it.
If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now.
Let go.....
TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......
My wish for you is a man/women who's love is honest, strong, mature,
never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish
To My Friends Who Are........... SINGLE
Love is like a butterfly,
The more you chase it, the more it eludes you,
But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it.
Love can make you happy but often it hurts,
but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it.
So take your time and choose the best.
To My Friends Who Are............ NOT SO SINGLE
Love isn't about becoming somebody else's" perfect person."
It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.
To My Friends Who Are............ PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE
Never say "I love you" if you don't care.
Never talk about feelings if they aren't there.
Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart.
Never look in the eye when all you do is lie.
The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love
when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways...
To My Friends Who Are............ MARRIED
Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry"
not "where are you', but "I'm right here" not "how
could you", but "I understand" not "I wish you were",
but "I'm thankful you are."
To My Friends Who Are............ ENGAGED
The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but
how good you are for each other.
To My Friends Who Are............ HEARTBROKEN
Heartbreaks last as long! as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go.
The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them
To My Friends Who Are............ NAIVE
How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble,
be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair,
understand and try not to demand,
and get hurt but never keep the pain.
To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE
It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else,
but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.
To My Friends Who Are............ AFRAID TO CONFESS
Love hurts when you break up with someone.
It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.
But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you
feel.
To My Friends Who Are............ STILL HOLDING ON
A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love only to
find out in the end that it was never meant to be,
and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it.
If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now.
Let go.....
TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......
My wish for you is a man/women who's love is honest, strong, mature,
never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish
All about love
To My Friends Who Are........... SINGLE
Love is like a butterfly,
The more you chase it, the more it eludes you,
But if you just let it fly, it will come to you when you least expect it.
Love can make you happy but often it hurts,
but love's only special when you give it to someone who is really worth it.
So take your time and choose the best.
To My Friends Who Are............ NOT SO SINGLE
Love isn't about becoming somebody else's" perfect person."
It's about finding someone who helps you become the best person you can be.
To My Friends Who Are............ PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE
Never say "I love you" if you don't care.
Never talk about feelings if they aren't there.
Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart.
Never look in the eye when all you do is lie.
The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let her fall in love
when he doesn't intend to catch her fall and it works both ways...
To My Friends Who Are............ MARRIED
Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm sorry"
not "where are you', but "I'm right here" not "how
could you", but "I understand" not "I wish you were",
but "I'm thankful you are."
To My Friends Who Are............ ENGAGED
The true measure of compatibility is not the years spent together but
how good you are for each other.
To My Friends Who Are............ HEARTBROKEN
Heartbreaks last as long! as you want and cut as deep as you allow them to go.
The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from them
To My Friends Who Are............ NAIVE
How to be in love: Fall but don't stumble,
be consistent but not too persistent, share and never be unfair,
understand and try not to demand,
and get hurt but never keep the pain.
To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE
It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy with someone else,
but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you.
To My Friends Who Are............ AFRAID TO CONFESS
Love hurts when you break up with someone.
It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.
But love hurts the most when the person you love has no idea how you
feel.
To My Friends Who Are............ STILL HOLDING ON
A sad thing about life is when you meet someone and fall in love only to
find out in the end that it was never meant to be,
and that you have wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it.
If he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth it a year or 10 years from now.
Let go.....
TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......
My wish for you is a man/women who's love is honest, strong, mature,
never-changing, uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and unselfish
2009年2月12日星期四
the relationship
"Of all the misconceptions about love, the most powerful and pervasive (普遍深入的）is the belief that falling in love is love or at least one of the manifestations （显现，表示）of love." -- M. SCOTT PECK
People who are married or in committed relationships are healthier, wealthier, and happier. So why do more than 60 percent of marriages end in divorce? Why has the national divorce rate climbed more than 200 percent in the last thirty years? And why are fewer people getting married today than ever before?
The answers to these questions are plentiful, but the main reason is simple. It's easy to "fall" in love, but very few people know how to stay in love. Even though staying in love is our "smartest" choice all the way around! Recent studies on marriage prove it's one of the major ingredients （成分，因素）in life-long success for men and women. "It lengthens life, substantially boosts （推进）physical and emotional health, and raises income over that of single or divorced people or those who live together," reported an article in the New York Times. Marriage has also been found to boost happiness, reduce the degree of depression, and provide protection from sexually transmitted diseases.
So let's wake up, make up, and turn this trend around! One of the most startling （令人吃惊的）pieces of evidence that shows people are not in touch with （了解...的情况）what's really going on in their partnerships is the fact that the majority of people who file （v.提出申请）for divorce say they didn't think there was a relationship-threatening problem just six months prior to breaking up. Another shocker is that most couples wait six years or more to seek professional help when their relationship is in danger. By the time they do wake up and smell the coffee, it's often too late.
Truly there is no reason to resign yourself to a bad relationship ? whether you're dating or married. Rather than changing partners and ending up this same predicament （困境）again, you can learn to have a fabulous relationship with the partner you already have! I strongly encourage you to make the relationship you have work, because there is a higher rate of divorce and adultery in second marriages.
Getting rid of your partner does not get rid of the problem, because half of the "problem" is yours. You can walk out on your marriage, but you can't run away from yourself, no matter how hard you try! Rather than blaming each other, couples can learn how to work as a team and coach each other through the troubled times and power struggles. To do this, you must create a "safe" relationship so you can express your needs and fears and effectively resolve anger and conflict. More relationships break up because people don't know how to validate （验证）each other (that frustration escalates to become anger) than for any other reason. This is truly a shame, because the skills for "fighting fair" are very easy to master with just a little practice and patience.
One of the biggest causes of unresolved anger between people is a lack of understanding. Men and women have different strengths and weaknesses, different ways of expressing ourselves, and different "childhood wounds" that we're trying to heal. While it may seem like we're from different planets we are actually very much alike when it comes to our need and desire for love and intimacy. We only behave differently in our quests for （追求，探索）closeness. Stop doing what you think is "fair" or "right" and start doing what works! It's not about "working harder" it's about "working smarter".
People who are married or in committed relationships are healthier, wealthier, and happier. So why do more than 60 percent of marriages end in divorce? Why has the national divorce rate climbed more than 200 percent in the last thirty years? And why are fewer people getting married today than ever before?
The answers to these questions are plentiful, but the main reason is simple. It's easy to "fall" in love, but very few people know how to stay in love. Even though staying in love is our "smartest" choice all the way around! Recent studies on marriage prove it's one of the major ingredients （成分，因素）in life-long success for men and women. "It lengthens life, substantially boosts （推进）physical and emotional health, and raises income over that of single or divorced people or those who live together," reported an article in the New York Times. Marriage has also been found to boost happiness, reduce the degree of depression, and provide protection from sexually transmitted diseases.
So let's wake up, make up, and turn this trend around! One of the most startling （令人吃惊的）pieces of evidence that shows people are not in touch with （了解...的情况）what's really going on in their partnerships is the fact that the majority of people who file （v.提出申请）for divorce say they didn't think there was a relationship-threatening problem just six months prior to breaking up. Another shocker is that most couples wait six years or more to seek professional help when their relationship is in danger. By the time they do wake up and smell the coffee, it's often too late.
Truly there is no reason to resign yourself to a bad relationship ? whether you're dating or married. Rather than changing partners and ending up this same predicament （困境）again, you can learn to have a fabulous relationship with the partner you already have! I strongly encourage you to make the relationship you have work, because there is a higher rate of divorce and adultery in second marriages.
Getting rid of your partner does not get rid of the problem, because half of the "problem" is yours. You can walk out on your marriage, but you can't run away from yourself, no matter how hard you try! Rather than blaming each other, couples can learn how to work as a team and coach each other through the troubled times and power struggles. To do this, you must create a "safe" relationship so you can express your needs and fears and effectively resolve anger and conflict. More relationships break up because people don't know how to validate （验证）each other (that frustration escalates to become anger) than for any other reason. This is truly a shame, because the skills for "fighting fair" are very easy to master with just a little practice and patience.
One of the biggest causes of unresolved anger between people is a lack of understanding. Men and women have different strengths and weaknesses, different ways of expressing ourselves, and different "childhood wounds" that we're trying to heal. While it may seem like we're from different planets we are actually very much alike when it comes to our need and desire for love and intimacy. We only behave differently in our quests for （追求，探索）closeness. Stop doing what you think is "fair" or "right" and start doing what works! It's not about "working harder" it's about "working smarter".
relationship
continued: Can this relationship be saved?; No dead ends; Forget the rule books.
Challenges to a Lasting Relationshipby Dr. Bonnie Eaker Weil
"Of all the misconceptions about love, the most powerful and pervasive (普遍深入的）is the belief that falling in love is love or at least one of the manifestations （显现，表示）of love." -- M. SCOTT PECK
People who are married or in committed relationships are healthier, wealthier, and happier. So why do more than 60 percent of marriages end in divorce? Why has the national divorce rate climbed more than 200 percent in the last thirty years? And why are fewer people getting married today than ever before?
The answers to these questions are plentiful, but the main reason is simple. It's easy to "fall" in love, but very few people know how to stay in love. Even though staying in love is our "smartest" choice all the way around! Recent studies on marriage prove it's one of the major ingredients （成分，因素）in life-long success for men and women. "It lengthens life, substantially boosts （推进）physical and emotional health, and raises income over that of single or divorced people or those who live together," reported an article in the New York Times. Marriage has also been found to boost happiness, reduce the degree of depression, and provide protection from sexually transmitted diseases.
So let's wake up, make up, and turn this trend around! One of the most startling （令人吃惊的）pieces of evidence that shows people are not in touch with （了解...的情况）what's really going on in their partnerships is the fact that the majority of people who file （v.提出申请）for divorce say they didn't think there was a relationship-threatening problem just six months prior to breaking up. Another shocker is that most couples wait six years or more to seek professional help when their relationship is in danger. By the time they do wake up and smell the coffee, it's often too late.
Truly there is no reason to resign yourself to a bad relationship ? whether you're dating or married. Rather than changing partners and ending up this same predicament （困境）again, you can learn to have a fabulous relationship with the partner you already have! I strongly encourage you to make the relationship you have work, because there is a higher rate of divorce and adultery in second marriages.
Getting rid of your partner does not get rid of the problem, because half of the "problem" is yours. You can walk out on your marriage, but you can't run away from yourself, no matter how hard you try! Rather than blaming each other, couples can learn how to work as a team and coach each other through the troubled times and power struggles. To do this, you must create a "safe" relationship so you can express your needs and fears and effectively resolve anger and conflict. More relationships break up because people don't know how to validate （验证）each other (that frustration escalates to become anger) than for any other reason. This is truly a shame, because the skills for "fighting fair" are very easy to master with just a little practice and patience.
One of the biggest causes of unresolved anger between people is a lack of understanding. Men and women have different strengths and weaknesses, different ways of expressing ourselves, and different "childhood wounds" that we're trying to heal. While it may seem like we're from different planets we are actually very much alike when it comes to our need and desire for love and intimacy. We only behave differently in our quests for （追求，探索）closeness. Stop doing what you think is "fair" or "right" and start doing what works! It's not about "working harder" it's about "working smarter".
Challenges to a Lasting Relationshipby Dr. Bonnie Eaker Weil
"Of all the misconceptions about love, the most powerful and pervasive (普遍深入的）is the belief that falling in love is love or at least one of the manifestations （显现，表示）of love." -- M. SCOTT PECK
People who are married or in committed relationships are healthier, wealthier, and happier. So why do more than 60 percent of marriages end in divorce? Why has the national divorce rate climbed more than 200 percent in the last thirty years? And why are fewer people getting married today than ever before?
The answers to these questions are plentiful, but the main reason is simple. It's easy to "fall" in love, but very few people know how to stay in love. Even though staying in love is our "smartest" choice all the way around! Recent studies on marriage prove it's one of the major ingredients （成分，因素）in life-long success for men and women. "It lengthens life, substantially boosts （推进）physical and emotional health, and raises income over that of single or divorced people or those who live together," reported an article in the New York Times. Marriage has also been found to boost happiness, reduce the degree of depression, and provide protection from sexually transmitted diseases.
So let's wake up, make up, and turn this trend around! One of the most startling （令人吃惊的）pieces of evidence that shows people are not in touch with （了解...的情况）what's really going on in their partnerships is the fact that the majority of people who file （v.提出申请）for divorce say they didn't think there was a relationship-threatening problem just six months prior to breaking up. Another shocker is that most couples wait six years or more to seek professional help when their relationship is in danger. By the time they do wake up and smell the coffee, it's often too late.
Truly there is no reason to resign yourself to a bad relationship ? whether you're dating or married. Rather than changing partners and ending up this same predicament （困境）again, you can learn to have a fabulous relationship with the partner you already have! I strongly encourage you to make the relationship you have work, because there is a higher rate of divorce and adultery in second marriages.
Getting rid of your partner does not get rid of the problem, because half of the "problem" is yours. You can walk out on your marriage, but you can't run away from yourself, no matter how hard you try! Rather than blaming each other, couples can learn how to work as a team and coach each other through the troubled times and power struggles. To do this, you must create a "safe" relationship so you can express your needs and fears and effectively resolve anger and conflict. More relationships break up because people don't know how to validate （验证）each other (that frustration escalates to become anger) than for any other reason. This is truly a shame, because the skills for "fighting fair" are very easy to master with just a little practice and patience.
One of the biggest causes of unresolved anger between people is a lack of understanding. Men and women have different strengths and weaknesses, different ways of expressing ourselves, and different "childhood wounds" that we're trying to heal. While it may seem like we're from different planets we are actually very much alike when it comes to our need and desire for love and intimacy. We only behave differently in our quests for （追求，探索）closeness. Stop doing what you think is "fair" or "right" and start doing what works! It's not about "working harder" it's about "working smarter".
2009年2月11日星期三
there was a big
Attitude Is Everything
Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"
Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 'Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life."
I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe(保险柜）, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off （忘记，遗漏）the combination (开启号码锁的号码组合). The robbers panicked and shot him.
Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma （创伤，外伤）center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.
I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars（伤疤）?" I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
Jerry continued, "The paramedics （护理人员）were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.' "I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, there was a big, burly （魁梧的，结实的）nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry.
"She asked if I was allergic （过敏的）to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!'
Over their laughter, I told them. 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."
Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood and always had something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"
Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 'Jerry, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be in a good mood. Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it. Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life."
I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant industry to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never supposed to do in a restaurant business: he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers. While trying to open the safe(保险柜）, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off （忘记，遗漏）the combination (开启号码锁的号码组合). The robbers panicked and shot him.
Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local trauma （创伤，外伤）center. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.
I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars（伤疤）?" I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Jerry replied. "Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live, or I could choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
Jerry continued, "The paramedics （护理人员）were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.' "I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, there was a big, burly （魁梧的，结实的）nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry.
"She asked if I was allergic （过敏的）to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!'
Over their laughter, I told them. 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."
Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
that later soured
"Happy Birthday to You" Where did that song come from?
The story of how the song "Happy Birthday to You" came to be, began as a sweet ne, that later soured. Two sisters, Mildred Hill, a teacher at the Louisville, entucky Experimental Kindergarten, and Dr. Patty Hill, the principal of the same school, together wrote a song for the children, entitled "Good Morning to All." When Mildred combined her musical talents, as the resident expert on spiritual songs, and as the organist for her church, with her sister's expertise in the area of Kindergarten Education, "Good Morning to All" was sure to be a success. The sisters published the song in a collection entitled "Song Stories of the Kindergarten" in 1893. Thirty-one years later, after Dr. Patty Hill became the head of the Department of Kindergarten Education at Columbia University's Teacher College, a gentleman by the name of Robert H. Coleman published the song, without the sisters' permission. To add insult to injury, he added a second verse, the familiar "Happy Birthday to You."
Mr. Coleman's addition of the second verse popularized the song and, eventually, the sisters' original first verse disappeared. "Happy Birthday to You," the one and only birthday song, had altogether replaced the sisters' original title, "Good Morning to All."
After Mildred died in 1916, Patty, together with a third sister named Jessica, sprang into action and took Mr. Coleman to court. In court, they proved that they, indeed, owned the melody. Because the family legally owns the song, it is entitled to royalties from it, whenever it is sung for commercial purposes.
The story of how the song "Happy Birthday to You" came to be, began as a sweet ne, that later soured. Two sisters, Mildred Hill, a teacher at the Louisville, entucky Experimental Kindergarten, and Dr. Patty Hill, the principal of the same school, together wrote a song for the children, entitled "Good Morning to All." When Mildred combined her musical talents, as the resident expert on spiritual songs, and as the organist for her church, with her sister's expertise in the area of Kindergarten Education, "Good Morning to All" was sure to be a success. The sisters published the song in a collection entitled "Song Stories of the Kindergarten" in 1893. Thirty-one years later, after Dr. Patty Hill became the head of the Department of Kindergarten Education at Columbia University's Teacher College, a gentleman by the name of Robert H. Coleman published the song, without the sisters' permission. To add insult to injury, he added a second verse, the familiar "Happy Birthday to You."
Mr. Coleman's addition of the second verse popularized the song and, eventually, the sisters' original first verse disappeared. "Happy Birthday to You," the one and only birthday song, had altogether replaced the sisters' original title, "Good Morning to All."
After Mildred died in 1916, Patty, together with a third sister named Jessica, sprang into action and took Mr. Coleman to court. In court, they proved that they, indeed, owned the melody. Because the family legally owns the song, it is entitled to royalties from it, whenever it is sung for commercial purposes.
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