On a recent sunny, dry fall morning, I found the last outdoor table at my favorite café. Reading 1 I nibbled my breakfast, I was enjoying the feeling of the cool breeze and the warm sun when a table next to me 2. A woman who had been standing nearby, 3 waiting for a seat, stepped toward the table. But from the other 4, straight from the parking lot, came a man who got to the table first.

    The woman, with a 5 on her face, explained that she'd been 6 that table for several minutes and had been on her way over. The man, also smiling but 7, told her she was out of 8; he had happened upon the table first. "You snooze, you lose!" he said cheerfully.

    She stood off to the side, clearly disappointed, and 9 her friend with the frustrating news. I sat at my table, 10 the scene, when suddenly it occurred to me—I had a(n) 11 here to be kind.

    I stood up and 12 her over to my table. Quietly, I told her I had seen what had happened, and I was happy to give her my table. I was only going to be there a few more minutes 13, so I was happy for her and her friend to have the 14.

    "But where will you sit?" she asked. I was almost done eating, I said, and I would find a seat at the counter 15. She thanked me and beamed as she 16 for her friend to sit down.

    Thinking about it as I finished up, I realized that whether or not the woman had fair 17 to the table was unimportant. The emotion of the situation—the look of hurt on her face—had 18 me, and I had the ability to do something about it.

    That isn't always the case with every feeling, situation, or injustice we 19 unexpectedly in our days. But as the early 20th century writer Orison Swett Marden once said, "Don't wait for extraordinary opportunities. 20 common occasions and make them great."

    I just hope that woman's morning at the café was great. I know mine was.

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                                                                                             另一种珍爱
         ①曾读过一篇小说《绿墨水》，讲一位慈父为使女儿有勇气面对生活而借她同班男生的名义给她写匿名求爱信的故事。感动之余我忽然想到人真是太脆弱了，似乎总是需要通过别人的语言和感情才能肯定自己热爱自己。如果有一天这世界上没有一个人去关怀你爱护你倾听你鼓励你——人生中必定会有这样的时刻，那时你怎么办呢？
         ②我深深记着一位老音乐家辛酸的轶事。他在“文革”中被下放到农村为牲口铡了整整七年的草。等他平反回来，人们诧异地发现他并没有憔悴衰老。他笑道：“怎么会老呢，天天铡草我都是按4/4拍铡的。”为此，我爱上了这位不闻名的音乐家和他的作品，他懂得怎样拯救自己和爱自己。
         ③我同样深深记着另一位音乐家——精彩的女钢琴家顾圣婴。我不止一次为她扼腕叹息——她在“文革”初期自杀了。我知道她不是不爱自己，而是太爱——爱到了溺爱的程度。音乐使她超脱空灵清丽秀美，可当美好的东西被踩踏的时候，她便毁了自己。
         ④为什么不学会爱自己呢？
         ⑤【甲】，而是要我们学会勤于律己和矫正自己。这一生总有很多时候，没有人督促我们，指导我们，告诫我们，叮咛我们，即使是最亲爱的父母和最真诚的朋友也不会永远伴随我们。我们拥有的关怀和爱抚都有随时失去的可能。这时候，我们必需学会为自己修枝打杈浇水培肥，使自己不会沉沦为一棵枯荣随风的草，而成长为一株笔直葱茏的树。
        ⑥【乙】，而是让我们在最痛楚无助、最孤立无援的时候，在必须独自穿行黑洞洞的雨夜没有星光也没有月华的时候，在我们独立支撑着人生的苦难没有一个人能为我们分担的时候——我们要学会自己送自己一枝鲜花，自己给自己画一道海岸线，自己给自己一个明媚的笑容。然后，怀着美好的预感和吉祥的愿望活下去，坚韧地走过一个又一个鸟声如洗的早晨。
        ⑦也许有人会说这是一种自我欺骗，可是如果这种短暂的欺骗能获得长久的真实的幸福，自我欺骗一下又有什么不好呢？
        ⑧【丙】，而是一种光荣。因为这并非出于一种夜郎自大的无知和狭隘，而是源于对生命本身的崇尚和珍重。这可以让我们的生命更为丰满更为健康，也可以让我们的灵魂更为自由更强壮。可以让我们在无房可居的时候，亲手去砌砖叠瓦，建造出我们自己的宫殿，成为自己精神家园的主人。
         ⑨学会爱自己，才会真正懂得爱这个世界。               （作者：乔叶，有改动）