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战胜命运的孩子

    有两个孩子：一个喜欢弹琴，想当音乐家；一个爱好绘画，想当美术家。

    不幸得很！想当音乐家的孩子，突然耳朵聋了；想当美术家的孩子，忽然眼睛瞎了。

    孩子们非常伤心，痛苦万分，埋怨命运不好。

    恰巧，有位老人从他们身边经过，听见了他们的埋怨。老人走上前去，先对耳朵聋了的孩子比划着说：“你的耳朵虽然坏了，但眼睛还是明亮的，为什么不改学绘画呢？”接着，他又对眼睛瞎的孩子说：“你的眼睛尽管坏了，但耳朵还是灵敏的，为什么不改学弹琴呢？”

    孩子们听了，心里一亮，他们擦干眼泪，开始了新的追求。

    说也奇怪，改学绘画的孩子，渐渐感到耳聋反而更好。因为它可以避免一切喧闹的干扰，使精力高度专注。改学弹琴的孩子，慢慢觉得失明反倒有利。因为，它可以免除许多无谓的烦恼，使心思无比集中。

    果然，耳聋的孩子，后来成了美术家，名扬四海；眼瞎的孩子，终于成为音乐家，闻名天下。

    一天，美术家和音乐家又遇见了那位老人，他俩非常激动，拉着老人连连道谢。

    老人笑着说：“不用谢。事实证明，只要努力，当命运堵塞一条道路的时候，它，常常还会留下另一条道路的！”

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    On a rainy night three years ago my dear mom went to accompany her Lord. She did it her way.

    I got the call at work, and l headed home quickly. Mom and Dad lived on a small farm that they had owned since I was seven. I hated going there every weekend. There was nothing for a young girl to do but watch the one station on the old TV set, if the weather allowed reception.

    My mom, on the other hand, loved the peace and quiet of the land. The place was rural, with no indoor plumbing or heat. We had a big wood stove in the kitchen that did its best to heat the little farmhouse, but it always seemed cold and too quiet to me.

    In the evenings, my mom and I would sit for hours singing in the little kitchen. I sang the melody and Mom harmonized. Her favorite song was “Moon River” and we sang it over and over. Mom told me stories about how when I was a little girl I could sing before I could talk.

    As time passed, I had my own children and went to visit them every week or two. The kids loved the farm and the tractor rides with my dad. Me, well, I still hated the silence of the farm. While my mom loved to sit at her kitchen table and look out at her garden and flowers and retell all the old stories, I missed the hustle and bustle of my life at home. But I sat there listening quietly as she reminisced.

    Now, I sat back in the silence and the silence was deathly so I finally leaned over to turn on an old radio. Music always comforted me. My heart skipped a beat. “Moon River” was playing on the radio. I sat there wordless, with a tear running down my cheek, as I listened to every familiar note.