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English inspirational essays: the revelation of the second life
Ralph Richmond
A new look from borrowed time by Ralph Richmond
Just Ten Years ago, I sat across the desk from a doctor with a stethoscope. “Yes,” he said, “there is a lesion in the left, upper lobe. You have a moderately advanced case…” I listened, stunned, as he continued, “You’ll have to give up work at once and go to bed. Later on, We'll see. "He gave me no assurances.
One day ten years ago, I sat opposite a doctor with a stethoscope. "There is indeed a lesion in the upper part of your left lung, and the condition is getting worse"-I was stunned when I heard this. "You must stop working and stay in bed, which remains to be seen." The doctor is also noncommittal about my illness.
Feeling like a man who in mid-career has suddenly been placed under sentence of death with an indefinite reprieve, I left the doctor’s office, walked over to the park, and sat down on a bench, perhaps, as I then told myself, for the last time. I needed to think. In the next three days, I cleared up my affairs; then I went home, got into bed, and set my watch to tick off not the minutes, but the months. two and a half years and many dashed hopes later, I left my bed and become the long climbback. It was another year before I made it.
In this way, my career seemed to be suddenly sentenced to death, but I couldn't say when to execute it. I left the doctor's office and sat down on a bench in the park. This may be the last time to come here, I said to myself. I really need to clear my head. In the next three days, I finished all the things at hand. I went home, lay in bed, and then changed my watch from minutes to months. Two and a half years have passed, and after countless disappointments, I can finally leave my hospital bed and return to my old life with difficulty. A year later, I did it.
I speak to this experience because these years that past so slowly taught me what to value and what to believe. They said to me: Take time, before time takes you. I realize now that this world I’m living in is not my oyster to be opened but my opportunity to be grasped. Each day, to me, Is a precious entity. The sun comes up and presents me with 24 brand new, wonderful hours-not to pass, but to fill.
I talk about this experience because the years that passed by let me know what to cherish and what to believe in. Those years taught me a truth: seize the time firmly, not let it trap you. Now I finally understand that the world I live in is not an oyster waiting for me to open, but an opportunity for me to seize. I regard every day as a treasure, and the brand-new 24 hours brought to me by each round of the sun are fresh and wonderful, and I must not waste them.
I’ve learned to appreciate those little, all-important things I never thought I had the time to notice before: the play of light on running water, the music of the wind in my favorite pine tree. I seem now to see and hear and feel with some of the recovered freshness of childhood. How well, for instance, I recall the touch of the springy earth under my feet the day I first stepped upon it after the years in bed. It was almost more than I could bear. It Was like maintaining one's citizenship in a world one had near lost.
Once upon a time, I was so busy all day that I didn't care about some important details in my life, such as the light and shadow on the water waves and the wind singing among the pines-now I finally learned to appreciate their beauty. Now, I feel like a boy again, and everything I see, hear and feel is so fresh. When I put my feet on the earth again after several years in bed, the long-lost soft soil under my feet made me excited, as if I had the world I almost lost again.
Frequently, I sit back and say to myself, Let me make note of this moment I’m living right now, because in it I’m well, happy, hard at work doing what I like best to do. It won’t always be like this, so while it is I’ll make the most of it—and afterwards, I remember—and be grateful. All this, I owe to that long time spent on the sidelines of life. Wiser people come to this awareness without having to acquire it the hard way. But I wasn’t wi See. I'm wisernow, a little, and happier.
I often sit comfortably now, reminding myself to remember every minute, because now I am healthy and happy, and I can try my best to do my favorite job. All this is so beautiful, but it will eventually disappear. Before such a beautiful life disappears, I must cherish it more. After it is gone, I will remember the beauty I once had and be grateful. All these changes have benefited from the years when I was wandering on the edge of my life. Wise men don't have to be forced into this situation to understand these truths-it's a pity that I was too stupid before. Now I am a little wiser than before, and I am happier because of it.
“Look thy last on all things lovely, every hour.” With these words, Walter de la Mare sums up for me my philosophy and my belief. God made this world—in spite of what man now and then tries to do to unmake it—a dwellin g place of beauty and wonder, and He filled it with more goodness than most of us suspect. And so I say to myself, Should I not pretty often take time to absorb the beauty and the wonder, to contribute a least a little to the goodness? And should I not then, in my heart, give thanks? Truly, I do. This I believe.
The English poet Walter Della Mayer once said, "Always remember, take one last look at all the beautiful things!" This poem just sums up my philosophy and belief in life. The world created by God-the world that human beings often try to destroy-is a beautiful and wonderful home. It is full of beautiful things that God has given us, which is beyond most of us' imagination. So I often ask myself, shouldn't I savor these beauties and miracles carefully and try my best to create the beauty of the world? Shouldn't I be grateful? I really should-this is my belief.
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in a complex society and a complex civilization, the individual is inevitably confused much of the time. But I believe that the basic solution of all world and group problems must first be solved by the individual himself. Each one of us, whether we publicly admit it or not, has a deeply spiritual side. Not one of us can conceal it—scratch the surface and it’s always there. So first of all—and underlying all my credo—I bel Have in God and In An Orderly Universe.
Living in a complex society and civilization, human beings are inevitably confused. However, I believe that human beings themselves are the fundamental solution to the problems of the whole world and groups. Whether it is publicly acknowledged or not, everyone has a spiritual home hidden in his heart. Uncover what covers its surface, it will always be there, and no one can hide it. I believe in God and an orderly universe, which is the first of all my beliefs.
As a mortal, passing through this life for just a limited period of time, I believe that happiness is a truly basic objective—happiness for one’s self and, hopefully, happiness for others. It hasn’t taken too much living on my part to discover that real happiness, which sounds so selfish and so self-centered, is nev