When I was eighteen, I couldn't wait to get my first job, which meant I made the first step toward adulthood.
But it was difficult to get a work permit. One day I was dropped off by my parents at the1, where applicants took their physical tests for work permits. Although I had night blindness, my vision was clearer during the day, which helped me walk 2 by myself. Then the doctor began the 3. He looked into my eyes with a bright light. “I suggest your parents take you to an eye specialist,” he said, “I 4 you have a retinal(视网膜)disease. If you do, you will never 5a day in your life… ”
My parents did take me to specialists. After much time and money spent seeking an6result，it was determined that I had an eye disease that slowly 7a person of sight. But still, during daylight, I could walk without 8. I could read, but not for hours. My eyes began to 9 and words slipped off the page when I read more than a few pages. However, no matter how tired my eyes became, I never gave up reading. I knew the 10of great writers as well as the most popular music stars. Their words were powerful, which 11 me to try writing. Soon writing brought me a lot of 12each time I completed a paper.
Then an important phone call from an editor changed my life．An article I 13 appeared in a local newspaper. The newspaper, to my 14, continued to print my work. Next, a book series published several of my essays. I got interested in writing and 15 up with each acceptance. On the pages, readers never knew of my blindness 16I chose to present it. For me, finding my voice through writing gave me the pride and satisfaction I 17 so many years ago. Now, I have numerous essays and articles in 18.
Should I be thanking that misguided doctor? By falsely predicting that I could never work a day, he fueled my 19 into success. He set the bar too 20 and focused on what I wouldn't be able to do. Yet I proved what I could do.
One day while I was on the road, 1 a corner with flowers and a flag where somebody special got 2 .
The next day when I passed this accident site again, I simply had to stop an 3 a prayer and since I had some flowers in my car, I put them down next to all the other flower 4 . 5 I went back in my car I asked myself: “Why am I stopping here? I do not even know this person?”
That night I had a very 6 dream. All of a sudden this young handsome man 7 to me and said: “Hello! I am Rocky—please tell my mom that I am OK and that I 8 her” and then he disappeared.
When I woke up, I could not get this young man and his 9 out of my mind. I do not know Rocky and neither do I know his dear mom—so how in the world may I 10 his message to his mother? I asked God to help me.
About two weeks later I went to 11 up my car at a nearby gas station. When I paid for my gasoline, I 12 the lady's necklace which was 13 like a star. When she took my money, she said that the 14 of her son are in there.
I will never 15 this moment when everything became still and so 16 . I put my hand on hers and asked her: “What is your son's name?” and when she said “Rocky”, our eyes connected 17 and were filled with tears. I was 18 and not able to respond.
I drove home sobbing. What I did should 19 the young man's dream into reality. I then wrote a note for Rocky's mom, telling her that her 20 'baby boy' visited me in my dreams and the he wanted me to tell her that he is OK and that he loves her.
A friend of mine opened his wife's underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper wrapped package: “This,” he said, “isn't any1package.” He unwrapped the box and2both the silk paper and the box .
“She got it 3 we went to New York 8 or 9 years ago. She has 4put it on. And she was5 it for a special occasion(场合)”, he told me.
He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other6 he was taking to the funeral home(殡仪馆); his wife had just died. Then he turned to me and 7:
“Never save something for a special occasion. Every day in your life is a8occasion”.
I still think those words 9my life.
Now I spend more time with my10, and less at work. I”ll wear 11clothes to go to the supermarket, if I feel like my new clothes. I don't save my special perfume(香水)for special occasions; I use it 12I want to. The words “Some day ...” and “One day ...”13 gradually from my dictionary. If it's worth seeing, listening or doing , I want to see, listen or do it now.
I don't know what my friend's wife would have14if she knew she wouldn't be there the next morning, and this 15can tell. I think she might16her relatives and closest friends. She might call old friends to make peace over past17. She might go out for a Chinese, maybe her18food. It's these small things that I would regret(后悔) not doing, if I knew my19had come. I would regret it because I would no longer see the relatives and the friends, even the delicious food.
Now, I try not to20anything that could bring laughter and joy into my life. And on each morning, I say to myself that this could be a special day. Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.
One of the most inspiring quotes(名言)I ever heard was by Brian Tracy. He said: “The1between successful people and unsuccessful people is that successful people2many more times than unsuccessful people.”
I deeply understood the 3 of the quote soon after my fist book was published.
I was living in Atlanta at the time and 4 my fist signing sale for my new book at the phoenix and Dragon, the largest bookstore in the city. Although a nice sign was placed outside the room 5 images of both me and my book, The 9 Insights of the Wealthy Soul,not a single customer entered the room.6 each minute passed, I became increasingly 7.
At 6:25 pm, just before the store's 8, I began to get myself ready to leave. At that moment, just when I couldn't fell any 9, a middle-aged couple walked into the room. I managed to 10 my emotions and introduced myself and my book.
The couple turned the pages each other, and the husband 11 to his wife. She then told me, “I think we'll get the book.”
Despite the impulse (冲动）to jump 12, and hold their hands to thank them for being my 13 readers, I realized the woman was trying to say something else.
“The 14 we're buying it is that our son died two years ago,” she said. “Maybe your book will help us 15 it ”
At that moment, I knew if never sold a copy of the book, my four years of 16 had been meaningless.
Although I would have many more challenging years 17 my book became a bestseller, this couple's story was all the 18 I needed at that point to keep me19
Thanks to them, I would realize that the greatest of lives are made all in the same way One challenge ... one challenge ... one difficulty ... one step ... and one small20 at a time.
Under a very fearful storm, floods began to submerge (淹没) a small village. A priest (神父) in the church 1 and watched the flood submerge his knees. A lifeguard driving a boat came to2 the priest and said: “Father, come on as soon as possible!3 you will die in the flood!” The priest said: “No! I am 4 that God will save me. You can go to save others.”
But soon the 5 have come to the priest's chest. At that time, a man was driving a speedboat to the priest. He said: “Father, fast up, otherwise you really will be submerged!” The priest said: “No, I would like to 6 my church. I 7 that God will save me. You'd better start to save others.”
And after a while, floods have submerged the 8 church. A helicopter flew over 9 the pilot dropped a rope 10 and shouted: “Father11. This is the last 12!” Father firmly said: “No, I would like to keep my church! God will save me.” Rolling in the flood, the priest finally 13.
Father went to the heaven and asked God the question: “Lord, I give my life to 14 you. Why do you 15 to help me!” God said: “Are you 16? The first time I sent a boat to save you, you refused it—I thought you were 17 about the risk boat; the second time I sent a speedboat to go, you refused it too; the last time I send a helicopter out, you were 18 to accept the results. Therefore, I thought you wanted to hurry back to my 19”
In fact, too many obstacles in life, mostly because of extreme 20 are caused by ignorance.
When two ninth-grade students found smoke coming out of the back of their school bus early Tuesday morning, their bus driver knew just what to do. Thanks to her1 thinking, more than 50 students' lives were2.
While3a group of 56 students to their middle school in Duncan, South Carolina, on Tuesday, Teresa Stroble noticed the heavy4rising from the back of her bus. She5pulled the bus over, evacuated (疏散) the students, and radioed the transportation office to ask6to call 911. Firefighters arrived at the scene shortly after the fire began and quickly7the fire, which CBS News reports was so8that people driving by were able to feel its heat inside their cars. Parents of the children on the bus were9the fire, but thanks to Stroble, the news they received was all10: not a single child had been hurt.
Since then, Stroble, who has been a bus driver for seven years11also works as a teacher's assistant (助教), has been12for her brave actions. “We are so13of our bus driver,” headmaster Scott Turner told local CBS News. “She was14. She also kept the students calm. She made sure they were safe. She didn't leave the bus15they all left. She is our16today.”
The local fire department is still unsure what 17 the fire, but some say that this 199518has been known to have wiring and electrical problems.19, we're so happy that Stroble was able to,20on her feet and keep everyone safe and sound.
One day a father and his teenager son were out together at a shopping mall. The son wanted to buy a new pair of 1at the sports store.
2they were making their way through the crowded food store, a young woman holding a number of bags 3and the contents of several of them spilled across the floor. The son stepped around the woman and continued with the flow only to 4 that his father wasn't next to him. Looking around he5his father bending down and helping the woman 6the spilled items.
Feeling a bit bad he hadn't thought to stop and help, he simply stood and 7 from the distance. He was 8 when his father handed the woman her things and she simply took them away without9 him and said “I can do it myself!” when his father returned, the son expressed his10at how impolite the woman had been.
In the sports store the son was so11 about the incident that he spent most of the time complaining. They soon left without the shoes.
Later at 12,the son told his mother the story, 13 her to be just as angry as he was at the woman's 14. His mother looked at her husband 15enjoying his meal and said, “Son, your father left that woman behind hours ago. Why are you 16 with her?”
When we hold onto （保持）17 feelings, we will get stuck in the past and 18 to move forward. One of the best things you can do to stay happy is to19 to let things go. It is okay to show anger and unhappiness. 20, don't let them affect you and how you see the world.
At the beginning of our next class, I asked if someone wanted to share what happened when they told someone they loved them. As was usually the 1, I fully expected one of the women to 2, but on this evening one of the men raised his hand. He appeared quite3 and a bit shaken.
He began by saying, "Dennis, I was quite 4 with you last week when you gave us this 5. I didn't feel that I had anyone to say those words to, and6, who were you to tell me to do something that is 7? But as I began driving home a(n) 8 deep down in my heart started talking to me. It was 9 me that I knew exactly who I needed to say ‘I love you' to. You see, five years ago, my father and I had a cruel 10 and really never resolved it since that time. We 11 seeing each other unless we totally had to at Christmas or other family 12. But even then, we 13 spoke to each other. So, last Tuesday by the time I got home I had14 myself I was going to tell my father I loved him."
"It's 15, but just making that decision 16to lift a heavy load off my chest."
"When I got home, I rushed into the house to tell my wife what I was going to do. She was already in 17, but I woke her up anyway. She catapulted ( 弹 射 ) out and18 me, and for the first time in our married life she saw me cry. We19 half the night drinking coffee and talking. It was20."
At the far end of Islington Road in Newton, Massachusetts, lives a little girl near and dear to the neighborhood. Two-year-old Samantha Savitz is 1, but she loves to talk to anyone who knows sign language. And her whole personality changes when it's someone who can 2 with her.
Her desire for communication has been 3 obvious to everyone in the neighborhood. Whenever Sam tries to be neighborly, they 4 themselves lost for words. So they need to 5 more than a basic conversation with the child in the community.
Unfortunately, this isn't something you can 6 with ease. You'd need the whole community to learn sign language 7 for a little 2-year-old girl. You can't 8 neighbors to do that. You can only appreciate them when they do.
On their own, Sam's neighbors got together, 9 an instructor, and are now fully 10 an American Sign Language class. Even the parents of deaf children don't 11 to learn sign language. Now Sam has a whole 12 to communicate with her.
And this level of inclusion will almost certainly guarantee a happier, more 13 Sam. Her parents says there aren't words in any language to express their 14. In fact, they're already seeing a 15 in their daughter. "The first thing she says to us is 'friend'", said her mother, "I think your heart would 16 just as mine did."
Sometimes it feels like America is losing its 17 of community — but then you hear about a place like this where it takes a whole village to 18 a child. Now the village is alive and is here to 19 us that what makes a "good neighborhood" is nothing more than good 20.
"Mum, can I invite my classmate Brett over to stay tomorrow night, please? It's Friday, and we don't have any 1. Can I, please?"Mum was sitting at the kitchen table. Dad was 2next to her, resting his head on his arms. Mum could 3that James wanted so badly to have his friend over.
"I'm so sorry, James, "she said.
"I'm never allowed to have friends come to the house! Why, Mum?" James asked sadly, almost in 4.
"I know it's 5 for you, "Mum said softly." But I'm just worried other people might think we're a little...strange. And then they would make fun of you."
"No, they wouldn't, Mum," James protested. "We're not 6 at all. We're just ordinary people."
Mum sighed heavily. "To tell you the truth, James, my neck has been so painful that it's given me a heavy7. And your poor father—he doesn't feel8. He really needs a rest."
"I can help, Mum!" James said."9 I can make you and Dad feel better, can Brett come over? Please?"
"Well..."Mum began.
"Great! Thanks, Mum!" James almost shouted. "Just sit there, don't move." He rushed over to the kitchen drawer and 10 what he needed—two spanners(扳手)."Hang on, Mum," he said. "This won't take a second." After some 11, James was finished. With a smile of 12 on his face, he said, "There! How does that feel?" "Oh, James, "Mum said." That's much better! How did you do it?"
"Easy, "James said 13." Dad had tightened your neck bolts(螺栓)too much! I just 14them slightly! I learned that in robotic science at school."
"What about your father? Can you 15 him?" asked mum.
"I'll try," James replied. He 16 up dad's hair at the back of his neck, and plugged the electric wire into dad's head. Then he turned the 17 on. Dad opened his eyes and 18 immediately. "He just let his 19 run too low, that's all," James said. "Shall I tell Brett to come over straight after school tomorrow?"
"I guess so," replied mum. "Your friends will just have to 20 that we are a very unusual family. Thanks, son!"
My 20-year-old daughter, Allison, living in Philadelphia, sent me a text the other day:"I need socks and shampoo."She was actually asking me to1those items for her, but I 2she was playing a cell phone game. I decide not to be a helicopter(直升机)3, because experience as a mother and professor has taught me how4that can result.
5, I prefer a more hands-off approach. From the time Allison turned 18, I no longer had any6 to know her work and life schedule.
But that's not what I 7 at Drexel University where I teach. Most of my students talk to their 8 three times a day or more. One student's mother called because she didn't 9 from him for a few days. He was in the library so he10"hello". She doubted that he was drinking, and insisted on asking him to11a picture of himself. Holding a newspaper with that day's 12, he took a picture and sent it to his mother in order to 13 that he wasn't telling a lie.
I've always treated my students as independent beings. I tell them on the first day that I will not follow up with them on missing14or assignments. I am getting them to become independent thinkers, and take responsibility for their 15.
But their parents don't16them like me. I know a mother. She supervises(监督)her son too much. She hopes he will walk by the17, so that she can know what he is doing. Another mother checks her son's credit card daily. However, I never do that. My daughters only come to me with18things that need my decision, and I think that's because I give them space.
Many parents try to find if their kids are19from them. But we have to learn to respect boundaries(界限), even when technology is so 20. So I am going to do my best not to be a helicopter parent.
It was my twenty-eighth birthday, and I was seriously upset. I was a newly divorced mom, raising two small children on my own. Feeling1myself had become comfortable for me.
The evening before my2, my six-year-old son Nick said," Tomorrow's your birthday, Mommy! I can't3!"Unable to return his enthusiasm, I kissed his cheeks and4he could forget it the next day.
The next morning, I5noises in our living room and then I heard Nick6his baby sister Maya, telling her to "make Mommy smile today." It suddenly hit me. I'd been so7in my sadness that I hadn't realized how it was affecting my children. Sensing my8, my little boy was doing his best to9something about it.
I marched into the living room to hug my children — and was10in my tracks. There sat Nick on the floor, Maya on her blanket next to him, and in front of them was a pile of11.
I looked wide-eyed and open-mouthed at the presents, then back to my son. "Happy Birthday!" he cried. "I12you, Mommy, didn't I?" I knelt (跪) down next to him and asked how he'd13to get me the presents. He reminded me of our14to the Dollar Tree store, and I15remembered him telling me he was going to spend the pocket money he'd been saving for ages. I had almost16him for spending everything he had so carefully saved. I would never have imagined that he was17gifts for me.18the presents, I suddenly saw the beauty in my life. The sadness19from my heart. I hugged my son and daughter and told them how20I was to have them in my life.
I played a racquetball game against my cousin Ed last week .It was one of the most 1and tiring games I've ever had. When Ed first phoned and 2 we play, I laughed quietly, figuring on an 3 victory. After all, Ed's idea of 4 has always been nothing more 5 than lifting a fork to his mouth. 6 I can remember, Ed's been the least physically fit member in the family, and 7 proud of himself. His big stomach has always ballooned out between his T-shirt and trousers. Although the family often 8 about that, Ed refused to buy a 9 T-shirt or to lose weight. So when Ed 10 for our game not only with the bottom of his shirt gathered inside his trousers but also with a stomach you could hardly 11 I was so surprised that I was 12.My cousin must have made an effort to get himself into shape. 13, at the point in our game when I'd have predicted(预计) the score to be about 9 to 1 in my favor, it was 14 7 to 9-and Ed was 15 . The sudden realization was painful. We 16 to play like two mad men. When the score was 16 up, I was having serious 17 about staying alive until 21 years old, let alone 18 that many points. When the game finally ended, both of us were lying flat on our backs, too tired to 19. In a way, I think we both won in the game: I won the game, but cousin Ed my 20.
I always come across random acts of kindness in my life. Many years ago, I was 1Costa Rica when I found myself in an 2situation: my credit cards and bank cards went out of 3 abroad, and I only had $5 to my 4.
I had no way to get money. I didn't know anybody in this country. I only knew basic Spanish, and besides the cash the only 5I had was a return ticket to my country in almost two 6. Back then, there was no such thing as mobile phones, and7email was very limited. To find help, I decided to go to the countryside. With the only coins I had, I 8the bus terminal(终点站）and found a village, which 9almost the exact amount. About 4 hours later, I arrived at Santa Rosa Abajo at midnight.
I knocked door to door,10in my very poor Spanish that I was a foreigner travelling in Costa Rica with no money but I 11to stay here for over ten days. I begged them for a 12－such as cooking, cleaning and looking after their kids, anything like that. Everybody 13, "oh my, but so poor are we that we have no 14 food or space. Maybe you can try the next 15." And they'd point me to another house.
16, I arrived at a Chinese restaurant. The owner of the restaurant was very 17. She gave me food and called the Red Cross to come to 18me. With the help of the Red Cross, I spent my19days in Costa Rica.
This is one of the best trips I've ever had, because I realized that when you're in a position to be able to 20, it actually makes you feel happy.
It was very late when I got out of the cinema. By the time the 1ended, it was 1 a. m. I walked to my car which was 2 across the street. When I arrived, I noticed something 3 the doors were unlocked. I had a quick 4 around the car and to my great 5, everything was undamaged, except that my 6 was gone. After a further search, I had to 7 the fact that it was gone, but I thought I was 8 because nothing valuable was taken.
The next day I got a 9 voice mail from a man. He said he had walked his dog in the morning and came across my 10 briefcase with my name and phone number on it. I called him back 11. He promised to 12 it. At first, I asked him to send it, but then I 13. Though we were in the same city, I didn't want to trouble him. I finally decided to go to collect it, though it probably wouldn't be 14 enough to go to a 15 house to pick something up.
I met the man and was greatly 16 to him. Words could not express my 17of this stranger's kindness. I think that there's so much 18 in the world and there are so many people who 19 their inner goodness through acts of kindness. It feels good to give kindness to others 20 it also feels nice to be helped by others.
Many Tuesday mornings I have coffee with my father. Although my father is a man of few words, I really 1 the time along with him.
One recent Tuesday, I found it a bit 2 when I rang the doorbell, no one seemed to be home. I climbed in through the window, noticing the lights that shone from the kitchen, and 3 that my dad must be there, but he wasn't. I 4 through his home, checking every room. I tried not to 5. Yet, upstairs, downstairs, no Dad anywhere.
I was worried. 6, my father was seventy-one years old. Anything could have happened to him. Then, I got in my car and drove to my mother's aerobics（有氧运动）class.
On the drive, I thought a lot about my father and our 7 together. Suddenly, I was three years old and he was 8 me up to the living room window to see the Christmas lights. In his 9, I was safe and secure. At age ten, he used to wake me up with warm breakfast in bed. Then I was twelve and my dad was 10 all the kids at my birthday party with his magic tricks. I was so 11 of my father for being so 12 and talented. He'd made my party a 13.
As I entered my mother's class. I was nervous. My mom looked at me in 14.
"Mom, where's Dad?" I asked, "He's working in the 15 on the side of the house!" she answered.
And I hurried to my car and 16 back to the yard. "Hey, Dad!" I yelled out and told him about my fears of the last half hour. My dad 17 laughing his typical laugh that was always 18. I was so thankful that I still had my daddy. And so, as I 19 the door to my father's house, we went inside for our usual cup of coffee.
Thanks, Daddy, for all the 20 and more importantly, for all your love.
Recently I have taken a vacation at the eastern end of Ocean Isle Beach, a small town on North Carolina southern coast. It is 1 the mainland by the Atlantic Coastal W aterway. It's a pleasant seaside town. From my point of view, there were no 2 that the sea here might not always be the3 neighbor.
4, a short walk along the beach quickly provided a different5. Just a few dozen yards away, huge sandbags were6, guarding a number of homes from the sea. As I7 walking, I soon found myself in front of homes that were built actually above the waves at high tide.
I passed a woman walking her dog and asked her about the8."There used to be two streets of houses in front of these homes," she told me." Now, they are oceanfront."
It 9 the homes at the east end of Ocean Isle Beach were victims of coastal erosion, which is 10 at most beaches in North Carolina and through the world. An eroding beach can 11 several feet of sand a year.
The case of Ocean Isle Beach 12 a key situation about sea level rise: since it occurs relatively 13, it can be easy to think it's not14. But as climate scientist Josh Willis told me," If you are not 15 it, you're just not looking in the right place."
"Thanks to satellite16, we know that sea level is rising about 3.3 millimeters a year, a 17 that grows by another 1 millimeter per year every decade or so," Willis said. "We can't really 18 a few millimeters of sea level rise a year just by looking at the19 because of waves, tides, etc, but we can definitely see the20 of it both in the short and long term."
Vlogging is an increasingly popular activity. And it's no wonder that with so many1 vloggers sharing personal experiences in their countries online, young Chinese people have2 to hear their stories. But what makes American Jerry Kowal3 outstanding as such an influential vlogger?
In videos, Kowal offers his sincere4 into current events to his over 53 million followers on video sharing platform Bilibili. 5 other vloggers who tend to focus on one topic, his videos6 various issues, such as governance, pandemic and7. After leaving Chengdu for New York in January, Kowal posted8 America's measures serve to face the COVID-19 outbreak, having visited local hospitals9 at the risk of getting infected.
As a responsible citizen journalist, Kowal is deeply concerned about10 issues. During the protests triggered by George Floyd, an innocent and11 African American who died while in police custody(拘捕), Kowal12 questions from his fans about his perspectives and attitude toward this situation. Kowal uploaded an informative video clip explaining that he believed this event was a13 of racial bias and police violence.
"Vlogs help people learn the culture of other countries…"14 by CCTV on June 10, he put, "the US, China and everything have all15 my fancy, which inspires me to tell people what I have seen."
I became a gardener when I was twelve. My early 1 of gardening may not have originated from my love for nature. It was to 2 my parents.
At that time, we had a big yard in which a beautiful maple tree stood. But my mother often looked with 3 at this work of natural art. Those golden leaves seemed like tons of rubbish to her, "Someone else to 4!" Seeing the neighbors busy with gardening, my father even thought it a waste of time.
At that age, I always did something 5 to whatever my parents did! If gardening were something they found 6, I would plant a garden!
I planted some lily seeds in the yard. But they failed to 7. I continued to plant sunflower seeds and roses. Wild 8 joy, I found the first rose bloom. One by one, the flowers bloomed their heads off. 9, I was touched by this land of wonder.
10, my parents showed no interest in my garden. My father even 11 at me because he found it was 12 to move around my garden to the driveway. To my mother's 13, I put in her vase my real roses which, in her eyes, were only weeds 14 flowers.
Regardless of their 15, I kept on planting my garden and 16 to enjoy the pleasure of gardening. Plants make such good companions: they breathe, they bloom, they 17 to care and love.
It has been many years since I made my first garden out of my desire to 18 my parent. Today I become known as Mrs. Greenthumbs, teaching gardening and hosting a gardening show, which makes my parents feel very 19. And now I could say it is my affection for 20 that makes me a real gardener.
Days ago I visited my grandfather in hospital. He has Alzheimer's-a1that usually starts slowly and gets worse over time. I thought I was prepared to see him. I knew chances were small that he'd2me.
In fact, he had no idea that he3had grandchildren. But he was excited that somebody came to visit him. I tried to4who I was, but failed. And my heart broke into a million little5
I was tired of explaining things. So I just6 He smiled back. Like a long time ago, when he'd take me7the hand and made this big world feel a little bit less scary for8Now I have to take his hand.
We sat in9for a little while, before he told me to call my grandma. This was the first time I had tried so hard to10tears. He forgot she died four years ago and thought she was on her way to11him up.
My grandpa used to be the person I12when I needed my car fixed, or something like that. 13, that man left this world a long time ago, and left behind a14that is lost and scared.
I15his hand, and every once in a while I told him how good he looked and how much I liked the16of his shirt and how it brought out the blue in his eyes. I told him that my17was on the way whenever he asked about her, and I18the glass in his hand was always filled with water.
I can't take away his19. I can't help him remember. I can't make the disease go away. All I can do is hold on to the20-hold on for both of us.
