学习啦【英语散文】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-09-19 16:20:47
Sweet-Pea Summers 甜豌豆的夏天
Each summer in the late 1960s， my two sisters and I would ride the Greyhound bus from Arizona to Arkansas to stay with our father.
A World WarⅡ veteran， Dad had many medical problems， any one of which could cause many people to lose more than their sense of humor， but not him.
I have vivid memories of Dad waking us up in the morning. Before he'd put on his legs for the day (he had lost his legs after his discharge)， his wheelchair was his mobility.
Holding his cane， which was his extended arm， he would roll through the house yelling， "Up， up， up! Get up and face the day! It's a beautiful day! Rise and Shine!" If we didn't get up right away， he would repeat his song in rhythm with his cane hitting the end of our beds. This was no performance put on for our benefit; every day was truly a beautiful day to him.
Back in the sixties， there was no handicapped parking or wheelchair-accessible ramps like there are now， so even a trip to the grocery store was a difficult task. Dad wanted no assistance from anyone. He would climb stairs slowly but surely， whistling all the way. As a teenager， I found this embarrassing， but if Dad noticed， he didn't let me help.
Those summers always ended too soon. He would drive us back to Arizona every year， stopping at the checkpoint for fruit and vegetables at the New Mexico-Arizona border. When asked if he had any fruits or vegetables， he would reply，"Just three sweet peas."
Our father has been gone for a long time now， but not the lesson that he taught us： You are only as handicapped as you let yourself be.
Happiness Is a Journey
We always convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, than another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with, we will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.
We always tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together. When we get a nice car, and are able to go on a nice vocation when we retire. The truth is, there's no better time than right now. If not now, when? Our life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to ourselves and decide to
be happy anyway.
One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred Souza.He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life." This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment that you have.
And remember that time waits for no one. So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school; until you get married, until you get divorced; until you have kids; until you retire; until you get a new car or home; until spring; until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy...
Happiness is a journey, not a destination. So, work like you don't need money, love like you've never been hurt,and dance like no one's watching.
On Motes and Beams
It is curious that our own offenses should seem so much less heinous than the offenses of other. I suppose the reason is that we know all the circumstances that have occasioned them and so manage to excuse in ourselves what we cannot excuse in others. We turn our attention away from our own defects, and when we are forced by untoward events to consider them, find it easy to condone them. For all I know we are right to do this; they are part of us and we must accept the good and bad in ourselves together.
But when we come to judge others, it is not by ourselves as we really are that we judge them, but by an image that we have formed of ourselves fro which we have left out everything that offends our unity or would discredit us in the eyes of the world. To take a trivial instance: how scornful we are when we catch someone out telling a lie;but who can say that he has never told not one, but a hundred?
There is not much to choose between men. They are all a hotchpotch of greatness and littleness, of virtue and vice, of nobility and baseness. Some have more strength of character, or more opportunity, and so in one direction or another give their instincts freer play, but potentially they are the same. For my part, I do not think I am any better or any worse than most people, but I know that if I set down every action in my life and every thought that has crossed my mind, the world would consider me a monster of depravity. The knowledge that these reveries are common to all men should inspire one with tolerance to oneself as well as to others. It is well also if they enable us to look upon our fellows, even the most eminent and respectable, with humor, and if they lead us to take ourselves not too seriously.