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篇一
The Miss of Love
Wherever you are I'll always be here waiting for the day we can once meet again.
The miss of a lost love can darken the soul. Wishing to see her in the moonlight or day can cause pain and it does in my heart. Her walk was of a God and her eyes were of the dove鸽子. Lostam I in this world without her. Her touch her sound the kiss of forever and the words that came to be.
She died in my arms, and the pain will never go away. Some nights I cry praying for her to be here, but only alone I come to be. If only要是…多好 someone knew how the pain burns like fireslowly burning the heart. Tears are the only memory of her and her smile.
No cure could be found and it was only up to God's time. So many things I still wanted to say to her and so much to do with so little time. Like to take a walk through a park and hold handsas the birds fly free with the wind or to make love on a beach as the waves crash to the shore. She was my true love and to see her go away kills my soul.
I did all I could to make her time happy, we talked about memories and stories, went to the tree outside our house were I asked her to marry me, but most of the time I just watched her getsicker and sicker and on the day of her death I blew out the candle of our dreams never to light it again.
Wherever you are I'll always be here waiting for the day we can once meet again. For when the day comes tears of the past will be gone and tears of the future will lead the way.
篇二
Shining light in dark corners
"Dr.Papaderos, what is the meaning of life?"
The usual laughter followed, and people stirred激起，惹起 to go.
Papaderos held up his hand and stilled the room and looked at me for a long time, asking with his eyes if I was serious and seeing from my eyes that I was.
"I will answer your question."
Taking his wallet out of his hip pocket, he fished into a leather billfold皮夹子and brought out a very small round mirror, about the size of a quarter.
And what he said went like this:
"When I was a small child, during the war, we were very poor and we lived in a remote village. One day, on the road, I found the broken pieces of a mirror. A German motorcycle had beenwrecked失事 in that place.
"I tried to find all the pieces and put them together, but it was not possible, so I kept only the largest piece. This one, and, by scratching擦伤，刮痕 it on a stone, I made it round. I beganto play with it as a toy and became fascinated by the fact that I could reflect light into dark places where the sun would never shine---in deep holes and crevices裂缝 and dark closets. Itbecame a game for me to get light into the most inaccessible places I could find.
"I kept the little mirror, and, as I went about四处走动 my growing up, I would take it out in idle moments and continue the challenge of the game. As I became a man, I grew to understand thatthis was not just a child's game but a metaphor比喻，暗喻 for what I might do with my life. I came to understand that I am not the light or the source of light. But light---truth, understanding,knowledge---is there, and it will shine in many dark places only if I reflect it.
"I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know. Nevertheless, with what I have I can reflect light into the dark places of this world---into the black places in thehearts of men---and change some things in some people. Perhaps others may see and do likewise. This is what I am about. This is the meaning of my life."
篇三
Roadside inferno火海救援
Looks like a brush fire灌木丛火灾, Kim Cooper thought as she spotted an orange glow ahead on Interstate 75. It was near dusk黄昏 , and she and her husband, Steve, were trucking through northernKentucky hauling搬运，牵引 auto parts from Louisville to Detroit for a freight货运 company. Steve, 59, was fast asleep in the truck's living quarters as Kim, 52, drove up to the scene. That's whenshe saw it was much worse than a brush fire.
"Steve, wake up!" she shouted. "There's a truck on fire!" A big rig had tumbled down破败 an embankment路堤 , and flames were crawling across its cab. Kimyanked猛拉 their truck to the side ofthe road, and Steve pulled on戴，穿 his clothes. Then he scrambled down the slope.
Inside the burning truck, Ronnie Sanders, 38, was fighting for his life. He'd been running a heavy load of tractors and forklifts铲车 from Georgia to Indianapolis when a Grand Caravan infront of him stopped suddenly in traffic on the icy road. As Ronnie bore down, he could see children in the backseat. The truck's bulk体积，容量 would probably protect him from the worst of theimpact, but the momentum of 23 tons would likely crush everyone inside the van.
"In Kentucky, the hills are steep, but at that moment, I didn't think about it," he says of that evening last November. "I figured instead of killing other people, I'd just put the truck inthe ditch沟渠，壕沟 ." He jerked猛拉，痉挛 the wheel to the right, somehow keeping the truck upright as it plowed 60 feet down the embankment. At the bottom, rocks pierced a fuel tank, whichignited点燃，燃烧 . A tree branch smashed through the windshield挡风玻璃 and knocked Ronnie unconscious. He came to a couple of minutes later to find the cab in flames and his legs on fire.
Ronnie yelled for help as he struggled to escape. But the cab was smashed in, and try as he might, he couldn't untangle清理，整顿 himself from his seat belt.
As Steve bolted down the slope, he could hear Ronnie's cries ahead. Then a thundering sound erupted behind him.
A Ford Taurus, which had lost control in the melee混战，格斗 above, had skidded off the highway and was now barreling down the slope directly at him. With no time to dive out of the way, heleaped upward and sailed over the car's hood.
The Taurus came to a halt close to the truck. Kim was already scrambling toward the car. Its passengers appeared shaken but unharmed as she helped maneuver演习，调遣 the car away from theburning truck. Meanwhile, Steve dashed to Ronnie, who was dangling headfirst from the passenger door. Ronnie had used his pocketknife to cut himself free from the driver's-side seat belt onlyto get his boot ensnared诱入陷阱 in another one. Steve climbed into the burning cab to free him.
"All that was going through my mind was, My God, I do not want to be here," Steve recalls. "It was so hot, I could hardly stand it."
He tried three times to pull Ronnie out before finally freeing him. But Ronnie's legs were still burning, so Steve laid him on the ground, ripped off his own shirt, and beat the flames withit. He'd managed to drag him about 20 yards when one of the truck's 150-gallon fuel tanks exploded.
"It was like a cannon大炮 blast," says Steve. "The percussive敲击的，冲击的force hurt my chest. It just picked me up and blew me back." Fortunately, the explosion was aimed skyward.
Steve got up and peeled off剥去，脱掉 what was left of Ronnie'ssmoldering闷烧，阴燃 jeans and held his hand while they waited for the ambulance, as Kim raced up and down the slope, grabbing wettowels and a blanket.
Both Steve and Ronnie paid a price for risking their lives for strangers. Ronnie spent two months in the hospital and received skin grafts植皮手术 on both of his legs. He now wears compressiongarments服装，衣着 for his scars and gets physical therapy twice a week. "If Steve hadn't done what he did, I probably would have beentoast烘，烤 ," he says. Steve suffered smoke inhalation andminor burns, andshrapnel弹片 from the explosion broke a tooth.
In February, the Coopers received a Hero of the Highway award from the Open Road Foundation for rescuing an injured driver. Steve insists Ronnie is the real hero: "If he hadn't gone into theditch, he would have hit that van. It was his decision to drive off the road."
"I feel pretty good about it," says Ronnie. "A lot of people could have been hurt."
