英语手抄报一位改变了我生活的女孩文字稿

1、 英语手抄报一位改变了我生活的女孩 My childhood and adolescence were a joyous outpouring of energy, a ceaseless quest for expression, skill, and experience. School was only a background to the supreme delight of lessons in music, dance, and dramatics, and the thrill of sojourns(逗留,旅居) in the country, theaters, conce

2、rts. And books, big Braille books that came with me on streetcars, to the table, and to bed. Then one night at a high school dance, a remark, not intended for my ears, stabbed my youthful bliss: That girl, what a pity she is blind. Blind! That ugly word that implied everything dark, blank, rigid, an

3、d helpless. Quickly I turned and called out, Please dont feel sorry for me, Im having lots of fun. But the fun was not to last. With the advent of college, I was brought to grips with the problem of earning a living. Part-time teaching of piano and harmony and, upon graduation, occasional concerts a

4、nd lectures, proved only partial sources of livelihood. In terms of time and effort involved, the financialremuneration(酬劳,赔偿) was disheartening. This induced within me searing self-doubt and dark moods of despondency. Adding to my dismal sense of inadequacy was the repeated experience of seeing my

5、sisters and friends go off to exciting dates. How grateful I was for my piano, wherethrough Chopin, Brahms, and Beethoven - I could mingle my longing and seething energy with theirs. And where I could dissolve my frustration in the beauty andgrandeur(壮丽,庄严) of their conceptions. Then one day, I met

6、a girl, a wonderful girl, an army nurse, whose faith and stability were to change my whole life. As our acquaintance ripened into friendship, she discerned, behind a shell of gaiety, my recurring plateaus of depression. She said, Stop knocking on closed doors. Keep up your beautiful music. I know yo

7、ur opportunity will come. Youre trying too hard. Why dont you relax, and have you ever tried praying? The idea was strange to me. It sounded too simple. Somehow, I had always operated on the premise that, if you wanted something in this world, you had to go out and get it for yourself. Yet, sincerit

8、y and hard work had yielded only meager returns, and I was willing to try anything. Experimentally, self-consciously, I cultivated the daily practice of prayer. I said: God, show me the purpose for which You sent me to this world. Help me to be of use to myself and to humanity. In the years to follo

9、w, the answers began to arrive, clear and satisfying beyond my most optimistic anticipation. One of the answers was Enchanted Hills, where my nurse friend and I have the privilege of seeing blind children come alive in Gods out-of-doors. Others are the never-ending sources of pleasure and comfort I have found in friendship, in great music, and, m