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心灵鸡汤英文
ThereAreNoVans
IrememberoneThanksgivingwhenourfamilyhadnomoneyandnofood,andsomeonecameknockingonourdoor.Amanwasstandingtherewithahugeboxoffood,agiantturkeyandevensomepanstocookitin.Icouldn'tbelieveit.Mydaddemanded,"Whoareyou?
Whereareyoufrom?
"
Thestrangerannounced,"I'mherebecauseafriendofyoursknowsyou'reinneedandthatyouwouldn'tacceptdirecthelp,soI'vebroughtthisforyou.HaveagreatThanksgiving."
Myfathersaid,"No,no,wecan'tacceptthis."Thestrangerreplied"Youdon'thaveachoice,"closedthedoorandleft.
Obviouslythatexperiencehadaprofoundimpactonmylife.IpromisedmyselfthatsomedayIwoulddowellenoughfinanciallysothatIcoulddothesamethingforotherpeople.BythetimeIwaseighteenIhadcreatedmyThanksgivingritual.Iliketodothingsspontaneously,soIwouldgooutshoppingandbuyenoughfoodforoneortwofamilies.ThenIwoulddresslikeadeliveryboy,gotothepoorestneighborhoodandjustknockonadoor.IalwaysincludedanotethatexplainedmyThanksgivingexperienceasakid.Thenoteconcluded,"AllthatIaskinreturnisthatyoutakegoodenoughcareofyourselfsothatsomedayyoucandothesamethingforsomeoneelse."IhavereceivedmorefromthisannualritualthanIhavefromanyamountofmoneyI'veeverearned.
SeveralyearsagoIwasinNewYorkCitywithmynewwifeduringThanksgiving.Shewassadbecausewewerenotwithourfamily.NormallyshewouldbehomedecoratingthehouseforChristmas,butwewerestuckhereinahotelroom.
Isaid,"Honey,look,whydon'twedecoratesomelivestodayinsteadofsomeoldtrees?
"WhenItoldherwhatIalwaysdoonThanksgiving,shegotexcited.Isaid,"Let'sgosomeplacewherewecanreallyappreciatewhoweare,whatwearecapableofandwhatwecanreallygive.Let'sgotoHarlem!
"Sheandseveralofmybusinesspartnerswhowerewithusweren'treallyenthusiasticabouttheidea.Iurgedthem:
"C'mon,let'sgotoHarlemandfeedsomepeopleinneed.Wewon'tbethepeoplewhoaregivingitbecausethatwouldbeinsulting.We'lljustbethedeliverypeople.We'llgobuyenoughfoodforsixorsevenfamiliesforthirtydays.We'vegotenough.Let'sjustgodoit!
That'swhatThanksgivingreallyis:
Givinggoodthanks,noteatingturkey.C'mon.Let'sgodoit!
"
BecauseIhadtodoaradiointerviewfirst,Iaskedmypartnerstogetusstartedbygettingavan.WhenIreturnedfromtheinterview,theysaid,"Wejustcan'tdoit.TherearenovansinallofNewYork.Therent-a-carplacesarealloutofvans.They'rejustnotavailable."
Isaid,"Look,thebottomlineisthatifwewantsomething,wecanmakeithappen!
Allwehavetodoistakeaction.ThereareplentyofvanshereinNewYorkCity.Wejustdon'thaveone.Let'sgogetone."
Theyinsisted,"We'vecalledeverywhere.Therearen'tany."
Isaid,"Lookdownatthestreet.Lookdownthere.Doyouseeallthosevans?
"Theysaid,"Yeah,weseethem."
"Let'sgogetone,"Isaid.FirstItriedwalkingoutinfrontofvansastheyweredrivingdownthestreet.IlearnedsomethingaboutNewYorkdriversthatday:
Theydon'tstop;theyspeedup.
Thenwetriedwaitingbythelight.We'dgooverandknockonthewindowandthedriverwouldrollitdown,lookingatuskindofleery,andI'dsay,"Hi.SincetodayisThanksgiving,we'dliketoknowifyouwouldbewillingtodriveustoHarlemsowecanfeedsomepeople."Everytimethedriverwouldlookawayquickly,furiouslyrollupthewindowandpullawaywithoutsayinganything.
Eventuallywegotbetteratasking.We'dknockonthewindow,they'drollitdownandwe'dsay,"TodayisThanksgiving.We'dliketohelpsomeunderprivilegedpeople,andwe'recuriousifyou'dbewillingtodriveustoanunderprivilegedareathatwehaveinmindhereinNewYorkCity."Thatseemedslightlymoreeffectivebutstilldidn'twork.Thenwestartedofferingpeople$100todriveus.Thatgotusevencloser,butwhenwetolthemtotakeustoHarlem,theysaidnoanddroveoff.
Wehadtalkedtoabouttwodozenpeoplewhoallsaidno.Mypartnerswerereadytogiveupontheproject,butIsaid,"It'sthelawofaverages:
Somebodyisgoingtosayyes."Sureenough,theperfectvandroveup.Itwasperfectbecauseitwasextrabigandwouldaccommodateallofus.Wewentup,knockedonthewindowandweaskedthedriver,"Couldyoutakeustoadisadvantagedarea?
We'llpayyouahundreddollars."
Thedriversaid,"Youdon'thavetopayme.I'dbehappytotakeyou.Infact,I'lltakeyoutosomeofthemostdifficultspotsinthewholecity."Thenhereachedoverontheseatandgrabbedhishat.Asheputiton,Inoticedthatitsaid,"SalvationArmy."Theman'snamewasCaptainJohnRondonandhewastheheadoftheSalvationArmyintheSouthBronx.
Weclimbedintothevaninabsoluteecstasy.Hesaid,"I'lltakeyouplacesyounevereventhoughtofgoing.Buttellmesomething.Whydoyoupeoplewanttodothis?
"ItoldhimmystoryandthatIwantedtoshowgratitudeforallthatIhadbygivingsomethingback.
CaptainRondontookusintopartsoftheSouthBronxthatmakeHarlemlooklikeBeverlyHills.Whenwearrived,wewentintoastorewhereweboughtalotoffoodandsomebaskets.Wepackedenoughforsevenfamiliesforthirtydays.Thenwewentouttostartfeedingpeople.Wewenttobuildingswheretherewerehalfadozenpeoplelivinginoneroom:
"squatters"withnoelectricityandnoheatinthedeadofwintersurroundedbyrats,cockroachesandthesmellofurine.Itwasbothanastonishingrealizationthatpeoplelivedthiswayandatrulyfulfillingexperiencetomakeevenasmalldifference.
Yousee,youcanmakeanythinghappenifyoucommittoitandtakeaction.Miracleslikethishappeneveryday-eveninacitywhere"therearenovans."
AnthonyRobbins
ThereAreNoVans.ReprintedbypermissionofAnthonyRobbins
TheBaggyYellowShirt
byPatriciaLorenz
Thebaggyyellowshirthadlongsleeves,fourextralargepocketstrimmedinblackthreadandsnapsupthefront.Notterriblyattractive,bututilitarianwithoutadoubt.IfounditinDecember1963duringmyfreshmanyearincollegewhenIwashomeonChristmasbreak.
PartofthefunofvacationathomewasthechancetogothroughMom'shoardofrummage,destinedforthelessfortunate.Sheregularlyscouredthehouseforclothes,beddingandhousewarestogiveaway,andthecollectionwasalwaysstoredinpaperbagsonthefloorofthefronthallcloset.
LookingthroughMom'scollectiononeday,Icameacrossthisoversizedyellowshirt,slightlyfadedfromyearsofwearbutstillindecentshape.
Justthethingtowearovermyclothesduringartclass!
"Isaidtomyself.
"You'renottakingthatoldthing,areyou?
"Momsaidwhenshesawmepackingit."IworethatwhenIwaspregnantwithyourbrotherin1954!
"
"It'sperfectforartclass,Mom.Thanks!
"Islippeditintomysuitcasebeforeshecouldobject.
Theyellowshirtbecameapartofmycollegewardrobe.Ilovedit.Allduringcollege,itstayedwithme,alwayscomfortabletothrowovermyclothesduringmessyprojects.TheunderarmseamshadtobereinforcedbeforeIgraduated,buttherewasplentyofwearinthatoldgarment.
AftergraduationImovedtoDenverandworetheshirtthedayImovedintomyapartment.ThenIworeitonSaturdaymorningswhenIcleaned.Thosefourlargepocketsonthefront-twobreastpocketsandtwoathiplevel-madeasuperplacetocarrydustcloths,waxandpolish.
Thenextyear,Imarried.WhenIbecamepregnant,Ifoundtheyellowshirttuckedinadrawerandworeitduringthosebig?
bellydays.ThoughImissedsharingmyfirstpregnancywithMomandDadandtherestofmyfamily,sincewewereinColoradoandtheywereinIllinois,thatshirthelpedremindmeoftheirwarmthandprotection.IsmiledandhuggedtheshirtwhenIrememberedthatMotherhadwornitwhenshewaspregnant.
By1969,aftermydaughter'sbirth,theshirtwasatleast1yearsold.ThatChristmas,Ipatchedoneelbow,washedandpressedtheshirt,wrappeditinholidaypaperandsentittoMom.Smiling,Ituckedanoteinoneofthepocketssaying:
"Ihopethisfits.I'msureitwilllookgreatonyou!
"WhenMomwrotetothankmeforher"real"gifts,shesaidtheyellowshirtwaslovely.Shenevermentioneditagain.
Thenextyear,myhusband,daughterandImovedfromDenvertoSt.LouisandwestoppedatMomandDad'shouseinRockFalls,Illinois,topickupsomefurniture.Dayslater,whenweuncratedthekitchentable,Inoticedsomethingyellowtapedtoitsbottom.Theshirt!
Andsothepatternwasset.
Onournextvisithome,IsecretlyplacedtheshirtbetweenthemattressandboxspringsofMomandDad'sbed.Idon'tknowhowlongittookhertofindit,butalmosttwoyearspassedbeforeIgotitback.
Bythenourfamilyhadgrown.
ThistimeMomgotevenwithme.Sheputitunderthebaseofourliving?
roomlamp,knowingthatasamotherofthreelittleones,housecleaningandmovinglampswouldnotbeeverydayevents...~.
WhenIfinallygottheshirt,Iworeitoftenwhilerefinishing"earlymarriage"furniturethatIfoundatrummagesales.Thewalnutstainsontheshirtsimplyaddedmorecharactertoallitshistory.
Unfortunately,ourliveswerefullofstains,too.
Mymarriagehadbeenfailingalmostfromthebeginning.Afteranumberofattemptsatmarriagecounseling,myhusbandandIdivorcedin1975.ThethreechildrenandIpreparedtomovebacktoIllinoistobeclosertotheemotionalsupportoffamilyandfriends.
AsIpacked,adeepdepressionovertookme.IrwonderedifIcouldmakeitonmyownwiththreesmallchildrentoraise.IwonderedifIwouldfindajob.AlthoughIhadn'treadtheBibl