Let yourself go!

Several years ago I received a post card from a friend in Jackson Hole, Wyo., who wrote, " I am skiing with abandon!" I wondered what he meant, for when I ski it is always with trepidation. I believe he meant he was skiing skillfully, joyfully, peacefully and confidently. Although I have no hopes of ever skiing that way, I do dream of living with abandon. I believe that men and women through the ages who have led successful lives have captured these five secrets of living life to the fullest.
1.Have a self you respect. This means having a deep sense of responsibility for your thoughts and actions. It means keeping your word, and being faithful to self, family and work. It means believing in what you do and working hard. It means setting your own internal standards, and not comparing yourself to others. It's not a question of being better than someone else; respect and integrity demand that you be better than you thought you could be.
Winston Churchill exemplified integrity an respect in the face of opposition. During his last year in office, he attended an official ceremony. Several rows behind him two gentlemen began whispering. "That's Winston Churchill." "They say he is getting senile." "They say he should step aside and leave the running of the nation to more dynamic and capable men." When the ceremony was over, Churchill turned to the men and said, "Gentlemen, they also say he is deaf!"
Churchill knew that one secret to a self you can respect is to choose a course of action based on what is right, not expedient, and not waver from it when criticized.
2.Commit yourself to others. Believe in others, and take time to nurture their dreams. A wise man said, "If you want one year's prosperity, grow grain. But if you want ten years' prosperity, grow men and women."
You can build into the lives of your family, friends and colleagues by providing nutrients of gratitude and encouragement, and by investing your time and energy in their aspirations. If a tree is given minimal nourishment, it will live, but it will not grow. But if nourishment is given over and beyond what is needed for life, the tree will live and grow upward, producing fruit.
3.Turn disappointments into strengths. Individuals who live with abandon have discovered that personal trials make them more sensitive and loving, while building endurance and character. They have learned that achievements worth remembering are stained with the blood of diligence and etched with the scars of disappointment.
The pages of history are filled with the heroic stories of undaunted men and women who triumphed over disabilities and adversities to demonstrate victorious spirits. Raise him in abject poverty, and you have an Abraham Lincoln. Make her blind and deaf, and you have a Helen Keller.
4.Enjoy life's process, not just life's rewards. We live in a goal-oriented society that wants problems resolved now. We want three-minute oatmeal, one-hour dry cleaning, and instant success. But to live with abandon, we must live one day at a time, savoring the little victories, realizing that life is an endless journey in self-discovery and personal fullfillment. It means taking time to hug your kids, kiss your spouse and let the other fellow ahead of you on the freeway.
5.Become involved in something bigger than yourself. I do not believe you will live happily if you set out to live life for yourself alone. Choose a cause bigger than you are and work at it in a spirit of excellence. It will become a part of you as you see your goals through to the end. Measure success not by what you've done, but what you could do.

Hungry for your love

It is cold, so bitter cold, on this dark, winter day in 1942. But it is no different from any other day in this Nazi concentration camp. I stand shivering in my thin rags, still in disbelief that this nightmare is happening. I am just a young boy. I should be playing with friends; I should be going to school; I should be looking forward to a future, to growing up and marrying, and having a family of my own. But those dreams are for the living, and I am no longer one of them. Instead, I am almost dead, surviving from day to day, from hour to hour, ever since I was taken from my home and brought here with tens of thousands other Jews. Will I still be alive tomorrow? Will I be taken to the gas chamber tonight?
Back and forth I walk next to the barbed wire fence, trying to keep my emaciated body warm. I am hungry, but I have been hungry for longer than I want to remember. I am always hungry. Edible food seems like a dream. Each day as more of us disappear, the happy past seems like a mere dream, and I sink deeper and deeper into despair. Suddenly, I notice a young girl walking past on the other side of the barbed wire. She stops and looks at me with sad eyes, eyes that seem to say that she understands, that she, too, cannot fathom why I am here. I want to look away, oddly ashamed for this stranger to see me like this, but I cannot tear my eyes from hers.
Then she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a red apple. A beautiful, shiny red apple. Oh, how long has it been since I have seen one! She looks cautiously to the left and to the right, and then with a smile of triumph, quickly throws the apple over the fence. I run to pick it up, holding it in my trembling, frozen fingers. In my world of death, this apple is an expression of life, of love. I glance up in time to see the girl disappearing into the distance.
The next day, I cannot help myself-I am drawn at the same time to that spot near the fence. Am I crazy for hoping she will come again? Of course. But in here, I cling to any tiny scrap of hope. She has given me hope and I must hold tightly to it.
And again, she comes. And again, she brings me an apple, flinging it over the fence with that same sweet smile.
This time I catch it, and hold it up for her to see. Her eyes twinkle. Does she pity me? Perhaps. I do not care, though. I am just so happy to gaze at her. And for the first time in so long, I feel my heart move with emotion.
For seven months, we meet like this. Sometimes we exchange a few words. Sometimes, just an apple. But she is feeding more than my belly, this angel from heaven. She is feeding my soul. And somehow, I know I am feeding hers as well.
One day, I hear frightening news: we are being shipped to another camp. This could mean the end for me. And it definitely means the end for me and my friend. The next day when I greet her, my heart is breaking, and I can barely speak as I say what must be said: "Do not bring me an apple tomorrow," I tell her. "I am being sent to another camp. We will never see each other again." Turning before I lose all control, I run away from the fence. I cannot bear to look back. If I did, I know she would see me standing there, with tears streaming down my face.
Months pass and the nightmare continues. But the memory of this girl sustains me through the terror, the pain, the hopelessness. Over and over in my mind, I see her face, her kind eyes, I hear her gentle words, I taste those apples.
And then one day, just like that, the nightmare is over. The war has ended. Those of us who are still alive are freed. I have lost everything that was precious to me, including my family. But I still have the memory of this girl, a memory I carry in my heart and gives me the will to go on as I move to America to start a new life. Years pass. It is 1957. I am living in New York City. A friend convinces me to go on a blind date with a lady friend of his. Reluctantly, I agree. But she is nice, this woman named Roma. And like me, she is an immigrant, so we have at least that in common.
"Where were you during the war?" Roma asks me gently, in that delicate way immigrants ask one another questions about those years.
"I was in a concentration camp in Germany," I reply.
Roma gets a far away look in her eyes, as if she is remembering something painful yet sweet.
"What is it?" I ask.
"I am just thinking about something from my past, Herman," Roma explains in a voice suddenly very soft. "You see, when I was a young girl, I lived near a concentration camp. There was a boy there, a prisoner, and for a long while, I used to visit him every day. I remember I used to bring him apples. I would throw the apple over the fence, and he would be so happy."
Roma sighs heavily and continues. "It is hard to describe how we felt about each other-after all, we were young, and we only exchanged a few words when we could-but I can tell you, there was much love there. I assume he was killed like so many others. But I cannot bear to think that, and so I try to remember him as he was for those months we were given together."
With my heart pounding so loudly I think it wil1 explode, I look directly at Roma and ask, "And did that boy say to you one day, 'Do not bring me an apple tomorrow. I am being sent to another camp'?"
"Why, yes," Roma responds, her voice trembling.
"But, Herman, how on earth could you possibly know that?"
I take her hands in mine and answer, "Because I was that young boy, Roma."
For many moments, there is only silence. We cannot take our eyes from each other, and as the veils of time lift, we recognize the soul behind the eyes, the dear friend we once loved so much, whom we have never stopped loving, whom we have never stopped remembering.
Finally, I speak: "Look, Roma, I was separated from you once, and I don't ever want to be separated from you again. Now, I am free, and I want to be together with you forever. Dear, will you marry me?"
I see that same twinkle in her eye that I used to see as Roma says, "Yes, I will marry you," and we embrace, the embrace we longed to share for so many months, but barbed wire came between us. Now, nothing ever will again.
Almost forty years have passed since that day when I found my Roma again. Destiny brought us together the first time during the war to show me a promise of hope and now it had reunited us to fulfill that promise.
Valentine's Day, 1996. I bring Roma to the Oprah Winfrey Show to honor her on national television. I want to tell her in front of millions of people what I feel in my heart every day:
"Darling, you fed me in the concentration camp when I was hungry. And I am still hungry, for something I will never get enough of: I am only hungry for your love."

I want to……

I want to swimming to across the Pacific, but I wonder if the water surface are not so wide; I want to climbing the Himalayas, however, I doubt whether the small hillocks are high enough or not; I jump into air and walk on aether, pick up the stars and catch the moon, what happy I am ! Why do we just looking for some sadness? That is unreasonable. We sit on the earth and walk eighty thousand Lis every day, patrol the aether and watch one thousand stars in galaxy. Do you know? We are not need spending a coin to enjoy the wind and bright moon, open your windows, you may see the moon which is so beautiful; the life are so short for everyone, let’s sad at tomorrow! Looking! The Yangtze Rive be poured one thousand Lis and never stop a minute for us, past things just like the water that can’t turn back. Coming, coming! Come drinking with me, don’t stop if you are not drunk. My beauty are sitting on the side of my right hand and the billows are making sounds on the side of my left hand still…… Tonight, at same place, Persia bay, Abudhabi harbor, see you…… I have crazed, I have drunk, I love everyone, and I love life!

We are ourselves

Today i review ancient text from internet,very refreshing to me,when i was in middle school, i was so keen on it, i love it very much,certainly i grasp it very well in the class.But now i find myself feel so farmiliar to them, i also do my endeavors to finish some related questions underneath the text,however,difficulty to distinguish the meaning of the prepersition and tongjiazi which i done well in before.Finally just do i appreciate them overall,after all, the time had passed,we would loss something good more or less,Over time,We are not the one we had been,somehow , we are mature or something had to do thing or closely link to ourselves,We are not so pure and happy as the old days,We barely gether friends or classmates together,even it is so hard to unit with our family,because we are responsible to ourselves from now on,dedicate ourselves to make a bright future even if we would confront with the hard times ,but believe that we would be happy after the bitters and hard nuts
Come on everybody!

Teaching youth about personal finance

Every day when i finish the sanitation of office, the first thing what i do is open the VOA Stander english learning,there are so many good daily newest report about Economic, in large range , it is base on the Economic recession in America this year. The report today talked much more about the misuse of credit card amoung youth, then , critics and goverments joint effort to appeal them to learn the knowledge of credit card debt esistance,teaching them about their personal finance, it is certainly including how to learn not to abuse the credit card as they are not responsibility to the credit debt, teaching them about the importance of grasp personal saving, budget and the true cost of credit.

Female Rules

1. PMS is every woman`s perogative. It is always a good enough excuse for anything, and take advantage of it whenever possible. 2. Don`t be afraid to gossip. It is your responsibility to make sure your friends are well-informed about the latest happenings. 3. You may change your mind whenever you wish. 4. Never give a direct answer when a man asks you a question. 5. It is not wrong to withold sex to get what you want. 6. Always ask a guy "What are you thinking?" after sex. 7. If he doesn`t call, take it as the most personal of insults. 8. Never believe "I love you" if it comes before sex. 9. Always wear matching bra and panties for the first few dates, then you can s witch to the comfortable old palin white cotton once you have impressed him wit h the stylishness of your underwear. 10. ALWAYS say that he is the best you`ve ever had. 11. Fake orgasms when necessary. 12. Find a "cute giggle". Practice it constantly. 13. Learn to toss your hair around, even if it`s short. 14. Never admit that your`re not a real blonde. 15. Shopping always makes you feel better. 16. When with a group of girls, it is customary to talk particularly about the girl who is not present. 17. Always try to set up your single female friends with your single male friends. 18. Never forget that men are pigs. 19. Jeans: the tighter the better. 20. the fact that you menstruate makes it okay to bitch as much as you want about anything you want. 21. Criticize every other woman behind her back. 22. Never reveal the full extent of your intelligence to a man. 23. Pretend that you can`t do certain "guy" things like change a flat tire. It`s even okay to calim that you can`t pump gasoline or check the oil. He.lples s females make a guy feel macho. 24. If a guy really cares about you, he should be able to read your mind. You needn`t have to e.xplain yourself, ever. And he should know what`s expected of him without you saying anything. 25. Be a tease. 26. Men always want to know how they compare to the last guy you were with. Always say "Your`re not as well hung as my last boyfriend." 27. Never dutch treat. 28. If he doesn`t spend money on you, don`t waste your time. 29. Guys like to see you flirt with their friends. 30. Devleop a "cute butt" scale and use it to rate every guy`s butt that you see. 31. Never go to the ladies room alone, if you can help it. 32. Carry feminine hygiene products with you wherever you go, and don`t be shy about showing them to pe.ople. 33. Always announce to everyone when you are on the rag.