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2014年07月30日
I lost my sight when I was four years old by falling off a box car in a freight yard in Atlantic City and landing on my head. Now I am thirty-two. I can vaguely remember the brightness of sunshine and what colour red is. It would be wonderful to see again, but a calamity can do strange things to people healthreach.
It occurred to me the other day that I might not have come to love life as I do if I hadn' t been blind. I believe in life now. I am not so sure that I would have believed in it so deeply, otherwise. I don' t mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me appreciate the more what I had left.
Life, I believe, asks a continuous series of adjustments to reality. The more readily a person is able to make these adjustments, the more meaningful his own private world becomes. The adjustment is never easy. I was bewildered and afraid. But I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me ——a potential to live, you might call it ——which I didn’t see, and they made me want to fight it out with blindness.
The hardest lesson I had to learn was to believe in myself. That was basic. If I hadn't been able to do that, I would have collapsed and become a chair rocker on the front porch for the rest of my life . When I say belief in myself I am not talking about simply the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. That is part of it. But I mean something bigger than that: an assurance that I am, despite imperfections, a real, positive person that somewhere in the sweeping, intricate pattern of people there is a special place where I can make myself fit.
Neogen code 9 kr It took me years to discover and strengthen this assurance. It had to start with the most elementary things. Onc e a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was mocking me and I was hurt . "I can' t use this," I said. "Take it with you," he urged me," and roll it around. "The words stuck in my head." Roll it around!" By rolling the ball I could hear where it went. This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought impossible: playing baseball. At Philadelphia' s Overbrook School for the Blind I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it ground ball.
All my life I have set ahead of me a series of goals and then tried to reach them, one at a time. I had to learn my limitations. It was no good to try for something I knew at the start was wildly out of reach because that only invited the bitterness of failure. I would fail sometimes anyway but on the average I made progress water cool towel.
It occurred to me the other day that I might not have come to love life as I do if I hadn' t been blind. I believe in life now. I am not so sure that I would have believed in it so deeply, otherwise. I don' t mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me appreciate the more what I had left.
Life, I believe, asks a continuous series of adjustments to reality. The more readily a person is able to make these adjustments, the more meaningful his own private world becomes. The adjustment is never easy. I was bewildered and afraid. But I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me ——a potential to live, you might call it ——which I didn’t see, and they made me want to fight it out with blindness.
The hardest lesson I had to learn was to believe in myself. That was basic. If I hadn't been able to do that, I would have collapsed and become a chair rocker on the front porch for the rest of my life . When I say belief in myself I am not talking about simply the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. That is part of it. But I mean something bigger than that: an assurance that I am, despite imperfections, a real, positive person that somewhere in the sweeping, intricate pattern of people there is a special place where I can make myself fit.
Neogen code 9 kr It took me years to discover and strengthen this assurance. It had to start with the most elementary things. Onc e a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was mocking me and I was hurt . "I can' t use this," I said. "Take it with you," he urged me," and roll it around. "The words stuck in my head." Roll it around!" By rolling the ball I could hear where it went. This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought impossible: playing baseball. At Philadelphia' s Overbrook School for the Blind I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it ground ball.
All my life I have set ahead of me a series of goals and then tried to reach them, one at a time. I had to learn my limitations. It was no good to try for something I knew at the start was wildly out of reach because that only invited the bitterness of failure. I would fail sometimes anyway but on the average I made progress water cool towel.
companionship of Books
2014年07月24日
A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men Cloud Hosting.
A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.
Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, discount designer handbags become our constant companions and comforters.
Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.
The great and good do not die, even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens black volume cream.
A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.
Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.
A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, discount designer handbags become our constant companions and comforters.
Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.
Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.
The great and good do not die, even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens black volume cream.
it was a bit too short
2014年07月04日
Suddenly the man in this life, is too short. Why can't you and love the people together and to give up forever! Each lost a loved one, I need a long time to remember, to let go, to the plain, natural! Good hope like that for a lifetime, only love, only love a person! Do not be guilty, not sad, and it won't hurt someone else's heart Neogen black volume cream!
If you do not bear so much responsibility, so many expectations, the laws of nature so much, really hope that his life is not married, love is not life! No love, no longer love, find a withered vine trees faint crow, bridges people, places, bean Nanshan, autumn orchid with. Watch the sunrise Jiangshan day, Luo Xia and the lone duck, the eyes and the days were long! Live a quiet life. Every day to write poetry and painting, friends and places qushui! When the return, die!
Always feel to live in this world, heart shaped service, not the kind of life he expected, was secular trouble. Once upon a time, never garage concept, do not know from when to rise, the car is sweeping the country, let us not escape it. I hate this social atmosphere, so that the number of young people have become its slaves, so many lovers, into its funerary object! Perhaps this is the reality! I don't want to live in such a society, but he was born in this environment, if can choose, I would rather live in primitive society! The funny! Every day busy work, work hard, not to go to a place, not too want to live.
Do not remember this is many a night, every time I think of the old, always thought of death, fear, always red eyes, wet cheeks!
When you cry, tom ford sunglasses sale everyone laughed, you came to their life, give them joy! When you smile, you free, you wake up, all the people cried, because they do not want to lose you, do not want to leave you! Life is like a play, do not know is we did play, or play us!
Every time think of sadness, then completely, the person I love, not if things go on like this forever, my mother, every time I think of her older day by day, often more than tears, I'm afraid afraid of losing her, without her. Then by all means, in the rest of one's life can give her the best, let her happy, to make her happy, let her youth, not old!
I often think, life is a dream not of another world, just who wake up early, who woke late! But this dream is too real point, it was a bit too short, hope this dream will never wake up, you can and love the people, love me, never separated!
Fear, real fear, is dead after what the scene was burned, pain, or not feeling? Is heaven, or hell, is to drink the soup, or nevermore? In this life, do too bad, hurt too many people heart! Maybe when the bearded and waist, I will smile to all this Maggie Beauty!
If you do not bear so much responsibility, so many expectations, the laws of nature so much, really hope that his life is not married, love is not life! No love, no longer love, find a withered vine trees faint crow, bridges people, places, bean Nanshan, autumn orchid with. Watch the sunrise Jiangshan day, Luo Xia and the lone duck, the eyes and the days were long! Live a quiet life. Every day to write poetry and painting, friends and places qushui! When the return, die!
Always feel to live in this world, heart shaped service, not the kind of life he expected, was secular trouble. Once upon a time, never garage concept, do not know from when to rise, the car is sweeping the country, let us not escape it. I hate this social atmosphere, so that the number of young people have become its slaves, so many lovers, into its funerary object! Perhaps this is the reality! I don't want to live in such a society, but he was born in this environment, if can choose, I would rather live in primitive society! The funny! Every day busy work, work hard, not to go to a place, not too want to live.
Do not remember this is many a night, every time I think of the old, always thought of death, fear, always red eyes, wet cheeks!
When you cry, tom ford sunglasses sale everyone laughed, you came to their life, give them joy! When you smile, you free, you wake up, all the people cried, because they do not want to lose you, do not want to leave you! Life is like a play, do not know is we did play, or play us!
Every time think of sadness, then completely, the person I love, not if things go on like this forever, my mother, every time I think of her older day by day, often more than tears, I'm afraid afraid of losing her, without her. Then by all means, in the rest of one's life can give her the best, let her happy, to make her happy, let her youth, not old!
I often think, life is a dream not of another world, just who wake up early, who woke late! But this dream is too real point, it was a bit too short, hope this dream will never wake up, you can and love the people, love me, never separated!
Fear, real fear, is dead after what the scene was burned, pain, or not feeling? Is heaven, or hell, is to drink the soup, or nevermore? In this life, do too bad, hurt too many people heart! Maybe when the bearded and waist, I will smile to all this Maggie Beauty!
