学习啦【英语文摘】 编辑：韦彦 发布时间：2016-08-29
Waiting for Love
They had known each other for 3 years. Both of them were of conservative type, shy and introverted. Although he had never mentioned the word of love in her presence. She was able to vaguely detect burning passion for her in his different look. She dropped one hint after another to encourage him, but he remained big fool never dare to disclose to his own thought. Time passed by so quickly, 3 years later she was engaged to another young man. However, she could not drive his image away from her mind on the eve of the engagement.
"If he comes and proposes now, I'm still willing to go back to him." She complained amidst the congratulations of her relatives and friends. Yet he did nothing of the sort at the difference of the look was a faint streak of melancholy. At least, it was the eve of marriage, nevertheless, for happiness of marriage mingled with a touch of sadness.
"Even if he should come and propose now, I would give up all this in favor of this belated happiness." She said lo herself as she tried wedding gown, but again he was as silent as ever only his eyes betrayed great misery.
50 years passed and passage of the time turned their hair silvery while. She was the first to collapse. In her critical condition, he come from other place to see her. Holding his hand in tight grip She asked him one question into which she had compressed the perplexities and expectations of the life lime, "Tell me, what on earth have you been waiting for? " "Waiting for you to..." he mumbled out his life long hesitations and expectations only when he made sure no one else was within hearing. "For me what? " "For you to break the ice! "
“Do you like my dress?” she asked of a passing stranger.
“My mommy made it just for me.” She said with a tear in her eye.
“Well, I think it’s very pretty, so tell me, little one, why are you crying?”
With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered. “After Mommy made me this dress, she had to go away.”
“Well, now,” said the lady, “with a little girl like you waiting for her, I’m sure she’ll be right back.”
“No Ma’am, you don’t understand,” said the child through her tears, “my daddy said she’s up in heaven now with Grandfather.”
Finally the woman realized what the child meant, and why she was crying.
Kneeling down she gently cradled the child in her arms and together they cried for the mommy that was gone.
Then suddenly the little girl did something that the woman thought was a bit strange.
She stopped crying, stepped back from the woman and began to sing.
She sang so softly that it was almost a whisper.
It was the sweetest sound the woman had ever heard, almost like the song of a very small bird.
After the child stopped singing she explained to the lady, “My mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away, and she made me promise to sing it whenever I started crying and it would make me stop.”
“See,” she exclaimed, “it did, and now my eyes are dry!”
As the woman turned to go, the little girl grabbed her sleeve, “Ma’am, can you stay just a minute? I want to show you something.”
“Of course,” she answered, “what do you want me to see?”
Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said, “Right here is where my mommy kissed my dress, and here,” pointing to another spot, “here is another kiss, and here, and here.
Mommy said that she put all those kisses on my dress so that I would have her kisses for every booboo that made me cry.”
Then the lady realized that she wasn’t just looking at a dress, no, she was looking at a mother who knew that she was going away and would not be there to kiss away the hurts that she knew her daughter would get.
So she took all the love she had for her beautiful little girl and put them into this dress that her child now so proudly wore.
She no longer saw a little girl in a simple dress. She saw a child wrapped in her mother’s love.
Develop Your Own Helping Rituals
If you want your life to stand for peace and kindness, it's helpful to do kind, peaceful things.One of my favorite ways to do this is by developing my own helping rituals. These little acts ofkindness are opportunities to be of service and reminders of how good it feels to be kind andhelpful.
We live in a rural area of the San Francisco Bay Area. Most of what we see is beauty andnature. One of the exceptions to the beauty is the little that some people throw out of theirwindows as they are driving on the rural roads. One of the few drawbacks to living out theboondocks is that public services, such as litter collection, are less available than they arecloser to the city.
A helping ritual that I practice regularly with my two children is picking up litter in oursurrounding area. We've become so accustomed to doing this that my daughters will often sayto me in animated voices, "There's some litter, Daddy, stop the car! " And if we have lime, wewill often pull over and pick it up. It may seem strange, but we actually enjoy it. We pick up litterin parks, on sidewalks, practically anywhere. Once I even saw a complete stranger picking uplitter close to where we live. He smiled at me and said, "I saw you doing it, and it seemed like agood idea."
Picking up litter is only one of endless supplies of possible helping rituals. You might like holdinga door open for people, visiting lonely elderly people in nursing homes, or，shoveling snow offsomeone else's driveway. Think of something that seems effortless yet helpful. It's fun,personally rewarding, and sets a good example. Everyone wins.