第六篇: Love can last forever I can honestly say it was the best of times and the worst of times. I was joyfully expecting my first child at the same time that my once-energetic, zestful mother was losing her battle with a brain tumo For ten years, my fiercely independent and courageous mother had fought, but none of the surgeries or treatments had been successful. Still, she never lost her ability to smile. But now, finally, at only fifty-five, she became totally disabled -- unable to speak, walk, eat or dress on her own As she grew closer and closer to death, my baby grew closer and closer to life inside me. My biggest fear was that their lives would never connect. I grieved not only for the upcoming loss of my mother, but also that she and my baby would never know each other My fear seemed well-founded. A few weeks before my due date, Mother lapsed into a deep coma. Her doctors did not hold any hope: they told us her time was up. It was useless to put in a feeding tube, they said; she would never awaken Ve brought Mother home her own bed in her own house, and we insisted re to keep her comfortable. As often as I could, I sat beside her and talked to her about the baby moving inside me. I hoped that somehow deep inside me, she knew On February 3, 1989, at about the same time my labor started, Mother opened her eyes When they told me this at the hospital, I called her home and asked for the phone to be put to moms ear Mom-Mom-listen. The baby is coming! You're going to have a new grandchild. Do you understand?” What a wonderful word! The first clear word shed spoken in months! When I called again an hour later, the nurse at her house told me the impossible: Mom was sitting up, her oxygen tubes removed. She was smiling Mom, it's a boy! You have a new grandson Yes! yes! i know! Four words Four beautiful word By the time I brought Jacob home, Mom was sitting in her chair, dressed and ready to welcome him. Tears of joy blocked my vision as I laid my son in her arms and she clucked at
第六篇：Love Can Last Forever I can honestly say it was the best of times and the worst of times. I was joyfully expecting my first child at the same time that my once-energetic, zestful mother was losing her battle with a brain tumor. For ten years, my fiercely independent and courageous mother had fought, but none of the surgeries or treatments had been successful. Still, she never lost her ability to smile. But now, finally, at only fifty-five, she became totally disabled --- unable to speak, walk, eat or dress on her own. As she grew closer and closer to death, my baby grew closer and closer to life inside me. My biggest fear was that their lives would never connect. I grieved not only for the upcoming loss of my mother, but also that she and my baby would never know each other. My fear seemed well-founded. A few weeks before my due date, Mother lapsed into a deep coma. Her doctors did not hold any hope; they told us her time was up. It was useless to put in a feeding tube, they said; she would never awaken. We brought Mother home her own bed in her own house, and we insisted on care to keep her comfortable. As often as I could, I sat beside her and talked to her about the baby moving inside me. I hoped that somehow deep inside me, she knew. On February 3, 1989, at about the same time my labor started, Mother opened her eyes. When they told me this at the hospital, I called her home and asked for the phone to be put to Mom’s ear. “Mom-Mom-listen. The baby is coming! You’re going to have a new grandchild. Do you understand?” “Yes!” What a wonderful word! The first clear word she’d spoken in months! When I called again an hour later, the nurse at her house told me the impossible: Mom was sitting up, her oxygen tubes removed. She was smiling. “Mom, it’s a boy! You have a new grandson!” “Yes! Yes! I know!” Four words. Four beautiful words. By the time I brought Jacob home, Mom was sitting in her chair, dressed and ready to welcome him. Tears of joy blocked my vision as I laid my son in her arms and she clucked at
him. They stared at each other They knew For two more weeks, Mother clucked, smiled and held Jacob. For two weeks she spoke to my father, her children and grandchildren in complete sentences. For two miracle weeks she gave us joy Then she quietly slipped back into a coma and, after visits from all her children, was finally free of the pain and confines of a body that no longer did her will Memories of my sons birth will always be bittersweet for me, but it was at this time that I learned an important truth about living. For while both joy and sorrow are fleeting, and often intertwined, love has the power to overcome both. And love can last forever 第七篇: Real friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War I soldier, as he saw his life-long friend fall in battle Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the"No Man s Land"between the trenches to bring his allen comrade back You can go, said the lieutenant, " but I dont think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your own life away The lieutenant's words didnt matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder, and bring him back to their company's trench As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend I told you it wouldn't be worth it, he said. Your friend is dead, and you are mortally wounded It was worth it, though, sir, the soldier said How do you mean, worth it? responded the lieutenant. "Your friend is dead! alive, and i had the satisfaction of hearing him say, Jim, I knew you'd come s ?, he was still Yes sir, the private answered. But it was worth it because when I got to hir Many a times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not really depends on how you look at
him. They stared at each other. They knew. For two more weeks, Mother clucked, smiled and held Jacob. For two weeks she spoke to my father, her children and grandchildren in complete sentences. For two miracle weeks, she gave us joy. Then she quietly slipped back into a coma and, after visits from all her children, was finally free of the pain and confines of a body that no longer did her will. Memories of my son’s birth will always be bittersweet for me, but it was at this time that I learned an important truth about living. For while both joy and sorrow are fleeting, and often intertwined, love has the power to overcome both. And love can last forever. 第七篇：Real Friend Horror gripped the heart of the World War I soldier, as he saw his life-long friend fall in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous gunfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his lieutenant if he might go out into the "No Man's Land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back. "You can go," said the lieutenant, "but I don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throw your own life away." The lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously he managed to reach his friend, hoist him onto his shoulder, and bring him back to their company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead, and you are mortally wounded." "It was worth it, though, sir," the soldier said. "How do you mean, 'worth it'?" responded the lieutenant. "Your friend is dead!" "Yes sir," the private answered. "But it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive, and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say, 'Jim, I knew you'd come.'" Many a times in life, whether a thing is worth doing or not really depends on how you look at