“I don't feel right about this,” I said to one of my cousins in a low voice. She nodded in 1 . Not wanting to be the first to touch the food, I waited for one of the older adults to start.
Thanksgiving usually meant 2 and full stomachs, however, this year was 3. My family sat around the dinner table 4 at our feast. Everyone had a full plate, everyone except for Grandma. The treatment for throat cancer would 5 one of her great pleasures, eating. This was the first 6of many food-focused 7 to come. I could not imagine what it would be like to never taste food again. My cousin Molly broke the 8 with a raise of her glass, “To Nat.” We all followed her lead. “Your 9 and strength encourage us all,” she continued. Grandma smiled, holding back her tears with great 10 . “Thank you. Please, please eat.” And with that, we all began to eat. Conversation broke 11around the room while Grandma laughed and talked with us all. Cancer would take away her ability to eat, but not the gift of being the best hostess. The evening went on as 12 Thanksgivings do. By the time the night was over, I felt 13 to my family than ever before. I learned that we gather together on holidays not to eat rich feast, but to 14 and share with one another. We 15 my Grandmother's courage, but we all learned a lesson in grace. In the years following, my Grandma 16 to create meals for family events. She told me once with a laugh, “I may not be able to eat, but I can 17 taste things.” With a 18 heart, Grandma prepared what she could not have for the only purpose of making us 19 . She inspired me to learn to cook and helped me find the 20 to make everything come together: love.
One night many years ago I was on the bridge of a ship passing one of our large cities on a quiet night. I saw its lights1in the sky and heard the city's noises.
I have spent twenty-five years on boats. Now I am a 2. My job is to bring in the large luxury3and stay with them until they are safely stopped in their ports.
I felt very 4the first time I ever docked a big liner. She came5up the harbor on a flood tide and towered high over the short little boat. As we drew alongside, a doorway opened6at water level and two smartly dressed sailors helped me aboard.
I was escorted to the bridge where I 7from the captain. I realized I was in 8of a great ship worth millions of dollars. Having docked several of the large liners, I realized I was not important, 9simply the quarterback who called the signals.
In spite of 10we read in the newspapers, I have great faith in this country, praying that a peaceful understanding will come to this11world, so that my children can grow up in a world full of happiness. I believe this will come 12.
I remember the understanding and 13 that took over this country, back in 1949, when a little girl named Kathy Fiskus 14into an old well in California. Engineers and sandhogs and people in all walks of life worked almost three days, and when they got her out she was dead.
People sent in thousands of dollars in 15 funds, but those who did the work and 16 the equipment wouldn't take the money. They worked for bigger things. I talked to captains of foreign 17 that came into New York Harbor, and they were just as 18 as we Americans over the tragedy.
I believe some 19 will be found to work together for world peace with the same sympathy and understanding that people worked to rescue little Kathy Fiskus. I believe God will 20 bring this about.
Diane Ray was completely self-centered and very spoilt. Her parents gave her1she wanted, knowing that she would throw a temper tantrum(耍小孩脾气)if they did not. She would scream and kick and2on the floor drumming her heels. Her parents always3.
That was why she was alone on the4, wearing an expensive swimsuit. It has taken a massive tantrum to5her parents to buy it. They were back at the beach-house,6from the tantrum she had thrown when they told her that it was too dangerous to go diving7. “Dangerous?” she had said. “You just don't want me to have8. I'm going and if you try to stop me, I'll scream.”
“What are you doing ?” a voice asked. Diane jumped. She did not know that the man was there9 he spoke .
“I'm going diving, ” she answered.
“You shouldn't swim that day, ” the man10. “There is a storm coming up.”
“You should mind your own11!” Diane replied and walked into the gentle waves.
“If you go out there you'll be12,” the man called after her. She did not bother to reply.
Diane slipped into the water and dived13until white caps began rolling in and it became harder to14against the current (水流). Saltwater hit against her face, making it15to breathe. Oh, why had she not listened to advice.
Panicking, she began to16. Then, just as it seemed as if she would slip beneath the surface, she heard a17voice. “Hold on ! I'm coming.” With18, she saw the old man rowing an ancient-looking boat towards her. “I hope you've learned a lesson. You put us both in19, ” he shouted angrily, as he dragged her over the side of the20. Gratefully, Diane thanked him and ran towards the beach-house.
My wife and I were attending a wedding at St. John's Church. The sound of 1 rang to the heavens as the ceremony continued.
At the church, I2an old friend, Casper, who happened to be at the 3. Now 73, Casper was a brilliant and 4softball pitched (投球手) back in the Men's Leagues of Philadelphia in the mid-60s. I did not5 the now silver-haired fellow until my brother-in-law John mentioned his name to me! After a very pleasant6 Casper asked if I remembered a letter of7I had written to him back in 1964. It appeared Casper fell on hard times, as professional pitchers 8 do, and he wasn't pitching too well for a period of time. I did not9the letter, but he said, “Yes, I still have it, and I read it anytime 10aren't going too well.” He said that he had read the letter many times, and the situation always seemed to improve. I was 11and speechless!
He continued, “You don't remember?” I said, “Sadly, no, I don't.” but I did ask if I could have a(n)12of the letter. He said he would email it to me. After the 13, we met on the steps of the church. Casper came up to me and 14 the letter. He lived a block from the 15and had run home to get it. The envelope was 16 and turned yellow, and so was the letter inside. That letter had to be nearly 50 years old.
In17term, the letter read:
“These hard times are18! Keep your enthusiasm for the19Never quit and you will be back on top again 20Hang on there!”
Three years ago, when I entered my school for the first time, I was welcomed by students wearing white shirts with a badge (徽章) saying “Prefect” on them, who greeted me with the1“Welcome to Huaxia Middle School”. I was immediately impressed and2 I could be one of them. Then next year, in the summer of 2016, my wish3 when I was selected to be a prefect. Just like the ones4 me, I was to stand at the school gate and 5 new freshmen.
So, you may wonder, what 6 is a prefect? Prefects are student leaders in our school. They're usually top students7 from higher grades to help teachers run the school 8 of the classroom9 you're chosen to be a prefect, you need to be a nearly perfect student. Becoming a prefect wasn't10 for me. I used to be sensitive and 11 caring too much about what others thought of me. But since I was12 to become a prefect, I tried my best to be more brave and hardworking, making rapid13in a year.
The biggest benefit of being a prefect is that it teaches me to be14 and set an example for lower grade students. I was a member of the school soccer team, but I wasn't a good 15 and felt embarrassed about my poor 16. After having some students from lower grades join our team, however, I knew that I had to set a good example. So, I kept practicing my skills and 17 greatly.
Being a prefect doesn't 18 mean I have a badge on my shirt. It also means that I have a hardworking attitude deep in my19“You can make it,” I always remind myself. Becoming a prefect has20 me to work harder and become an even better person.
Miss Bessie was only five feet tall, but she was the only woman strict enough to make me read Beowulf. I shall never forget the day she 1 me and persuaded me to read it.
“But Miss Bessie,” I complained, “I ain't much2 it.”
“Boy,” she said, “how dare you say 'ain't' to me! I've taught you better than that.”
“Miss Bessie,” I responded, “I'm trying to be the 3of the football team, and if I go around saying 'it isn't' and 'they aren't', my friends are going to laugh at me.”
“Boy,” she said, “you want to be the leader4 you have courage. But do you know what5 takes courage? It's 6to lower your standards to those of the crowd.”
Then, I 7 saying “it isn't” and “they aren't, '' and I 8 became the leader, without losing my friends' 9
Born in 1895 in poverty, Miss Bessie grew up in Athens, Alabama. She never attended university because she could not 10 it. In the local high school, she11a lot about Shakespeare and the great importance of12“What you put in your head,” she once said, “can never be13 by anybody.”
During her14 44-year career （职业生涯）, Miss Bessie taught hundreds of youngsters. I remember her now with 15and affection. Miss Bessie noticed things that had nothing to do with schoolwork, but were important to a youngster's 16 Once a few classmates 17 my worn-out overcoat, and as I was leaving school, Miss Bessie18 me,” Carl, never worry about what you don't have. Just make the most of what you do have —a brain.
When Miss Bessie died in 1980, hundreds of her former 19mourned. Many of them20 by Miss Bessie's example, became excellent teachers.
In December 2016, Jordan Kahana was driving along a highway in Arizona when he 1 two small dogs on the side of the road. The puppies were eight weeks old. Kahana was on his 2 to Colorado to celebrate the beginning of the New Year with friends, but he stopped and rushed the 3 abandoned（被抛弃的）dogs to the animal hospital. After that, Kahana decided to 4 them.
Kahana 5 his job as a digital director in 2017 to travel more. 6 he rescued the pups he was planning on 7 full time. He had bought a one-way ticket to Bali in November, to leave that upcoming March. After rescuing the pups, however, his plans took a bit of a 8. But still, the 9 was to travel. So 10 flying for international adventures, he decided road trips would be their thing!
11 then, the 30-year-old man has traveled about 32,000 miles with the two 12pups, who he named Sedona and Zeus. So far, the three have been to 35 states together and hiked through 13 national parks. They've even visited Canada. Kahana posts his travels on his 14 Instagram account viewed by hundreds of thousands.
When asked how he 15 Sedona's and Zeus' names, Kahana said that he first found the dogs when he was 16 from Sedona, Arizona to Page, Arizona.He thought Sedona was a 17 name for the female puppy and Zeus, which sounds a good name for a 18 dog, was taken from Greek Mythology.
“I was 19 forced to become a morning person,” Kahana said. “The pups, without 20, wake me up around 6:30 in the morning to go out for a walk.”
When I was younger I developed an interest in stories of magic. I 1books where wizards(巫师)and fighters 2the powers of darkness in strange worlds. I was very happy when they 3to bring peace and happiness to their lands in the end. Like most of the readers of these stories I secretly4for magical powers for myself. I wanted to be able to magically make my pain disappear, to make my problems 5, and to have power over this world that so6has power over us.
As I got older, however, I 7that there was no such thing as magic and how 8the reality of life was. I had daily pain from a back injury that never healed(治愈)right. I went through a 9period of poverty for many years. I felt 10 when both of my sons were diagnosed with Autism(自闭症). I still sometimes daydreamed of magic 11 even that faded away.
Then one day it struck me that there was a 12 kind of magic, which grew13in my heart, soul, and mind day by day and year by year. This magic was called LOVE. It 14me to my own highest self and to all of the other 15in this world. It didn't get rid of my 16but it made every day of my life feel richer. It didn't cure my sons' Autism, but it helped me see them as the beautiful, loving, and joyful souls that they17are. It didn't make me a wizard or a fighter. 18, it helped me to drive the darkness of this world with my own 19 .
May you choose it, share it, and live in it every single day of your life may you use it to 20others, and to heal this world.
I learned something really early from my family: Even the biggest challenges are less 1 when you solve them as a community.
My brother, sister and cousins were my first group. 2 we got more and more fights at home, we never 3 that outside our house, if you messed with one of us, you got 4 of us.
From school to sports, I was 5 in a class project, club, team or group. From speech and debate to field hockey, when I was in a community, I felt 6 to try for things that seemed 7. I grew because others pushed me. 8 didn't seem so scary because we were taking risks together.
When a drunk driver killed my father, it was our community that 9. It was our family friends, our community theater and our sports teams that stood 10 us. My father had been a high school history teacher, and his colleagues—now my teachers—began to keep a 11 eye on us because he 12 could.
I don't 13 a parent's death as the way to learn about the 14 of small communities, but it did make me 15 that. If I looked for bigger challenges with the support of a group, I was going to 16 broader goals and build deeper relationships 17 the journey.
As I sit here tonight with my team of five, I'm 18 of how much I love these moments – building 19 we believe in, that we'll learn from and that we'll do together.
If you are going to do something that terrifies you, first find a 20.
Wildlife has been greatly threatened in the modem age. There are species (物种) that are 1 every day. The white-naped crane is a typical example. So scientists are trying their best to 2 the species from going out of existence.
Chris and Tim work at a zoo, helping endangered cranes with their 3. Emma, a female crane, has been in their 4 since she arrived in 2004.
Born at an international crane foundation, Emma was 5 by human caretakers. This led to an unexpected 6, though she had a wonderful time there. Emma had 7 taken herself as a crane and become deeply attached to humans. She 8 to live with male cranes, and even had a 9 for killing some of them, which made it 10 for her to become a mother.
11, the two zookeepers didn't want to see the extinction (灭绝) of this precious species. With their patience and efforts, they successfully developed a 12 of artificial breeding (人工繁殖) and natural reproduction. This 13 Emma to give birth to five baby cranes.
The two keepers are proud of their productive work. But before they can be 14, more efforts must be made, because the population of the crane in the wild is on the 15, and many other species appear headed toward extinction. 16, not everyone has realized that wildlife has thoughts, feelings, and most importantly, equal rights to survive.
How can we 17 the ever-widening gap that separates us from other animals? Chris and Tim offered us the 18: human beings took it for granted that their 19 held all the solutions, but maybe their hearts can be a better 20.
Our apartment has been hit by a "hurricane". Every bit of furniture is 1 with paper chains, scissors, tape and modeling clay. 2, I'm so exhausted tonight, recovering from a surgery.
The phone rings—for the sixth time in less than an hour. We know it is my mother, again. A stroke claimed her brain, but not her life. She is troubled by a severe mental 3— She has no idea that she has 4 the things she is about to say a million times. Nor can she recall I had a 5.
Each time she calls, I play a game with 6 called "How Good a Person Can I Be?" I've won five rounds of the game tonight; I am due for a 7 this time.
"Mom!" I 8. "You are not being removed from your home! And we visited two days ago!" Silence. Then:
"I was only calling to say hi." My mother continues, "Why are you yelling?"
I sink into the couch, aware that my daughter is 9. She hears me scold my mother and lose my 10. I have not only failed at being a good person; I have failed at being a good 11 to my daughter.
"Can I talk to Grandma Ellie?" My five-year-old 12 the phone. 13, I hand it over.
Then, I hear my mother 14 through the receiver. "Sweetheart! How are you? Did you go to school today?"
What magic is this? All she says is "Hi, Grandma," Out of the phone comes a waterfall of good 15. My mother tells her how much she loves her and how lovely her voice sounds.
I am not tired or angry; I am 16 inside, watching my kindergartner 17 her fragile grandmother with such skillfulness. I'm fascinated by their 18.
The mess in our apartment still 19 around me. I listen to my daughter whispering to her grandmother, caring for her with extreme 20.
John's parents acquired the washer when he was a small boy. It happened during World War Ⅱ. His family never 1 a washing machine and, since gasoline was expensive, they could not 2 trips to the laundry several miles away. Keeping clothes 3 became a problem for young John's household.
A family friend joined the army, and his wife 4 to go with him. John's family 5 to store their furniture while they were away. To the family's 6, the friend suggested they use their Bendix. So this is how they 7 the washer.
Young John helped with the washing, and across the years he 8 a love for the old, green Bendix. But 9 the war ended. When the friends came to take it back, John grew terribly 10. His mother 11 him and said. "You must remember, that machine 12 belonged to us in the first place. That we ever got to use it at all was a gift. So, instead of being mad at it being taken 13, let's use this 14 to be grateful that we had it at all."
The lesson turned out 15. Years later, John watched his eight-year-old daughter die a slow and painful death of leukemia (白血病). Though he 16 for months with her death, John could not begin getting over from the 17 until he remembered the old Bendix.
His daughter was a 18. When he realized the simple fact, everything changed. He could now begin recovering from the death of his daughter. He started to see her as a marvelous gift that he was fortunate enough to 19 for a time. He felt 20. He found strength and recovery. He knew he could get through the valley of loss.
When most of us get a text message on our cell phone from an unknown person, we usually say" sorry,1number!" and move on. But when Dennis Williams2a text that clearly wasn't intended for him, he did something3.
On March 19, Dennis got a group text4him that a couple he didn′t know were at the hospital, waiting for the5of a baby.
"Congratulations! But I think someone was mistaken," Dennis6. The baby was born and update texts were7quickly from the overjoyed grandmother, Teresa. In her8, she didn′t seem to realized that she was9the baby′s photos with a complete stranger. "Well, I don't10you all but I will get there to take pictures with the baby," replied Dennis before asking which room the new11were in. Much to the family's surprise, Dennis stuck to his12! He turned up at the hospital13gifts for the new mother Lindsey and her baby boy. Lindsey′s husband was totally14by the unexpected visit. "I don't think we would have randomly invited him over but we15it and the gifts."
Teresa16a photo of the chance meeting on a social networking website17by the touching words:" What a18this young man was to our family! He was so19and kind to do this." The post has since gained the20of social media users all over the world, receiving more than 184,000 shares and 61, 500 likes in just three days.
One year after Tom was born, his parents had a car accident. They never 1. Tom's 85-year-old grandmother was too 2to take care of him. As a result, he was put up for adoption (领养). He was adopted by a middle-aged couple who had no 3of their own. They were not rich and received little education, but they were kind-hearted people.
As Tom was growing up, he 4a lot of problems at school. He didn't learn 5and had trouble in reading. His 6sometimes laughed at him. What they said made Tom 7.
As he couldn't 8the other students at school, he dropped out of school and came back home. But he didn't stop learning. He had big dreams. Though he didn't learn fast, he kept teaching himself at home.
After many years of learning at home, he 9overcame his difficulties. Today he is a very 10speaker and author. While he was growing up, his self-esteem (自尊) and 11were low because of others' making fun of him. It took him many years to realize his dreams.
When listening to his videos and tapes, he shows confidence. He tells about his 12and how he overcame the challenges in his life. He has a very 13sentence: "You cannot expect to achieve new goals or move beyond your present situations 14you change."
For those who have low self-confidence, I suggest you start reading about Tom's world. Many people have so much potential (潜能) to be discovered. If you have a dream, then start today to move yourself towards it. If someone like Tom who has 15in learning can make such achievements, why can't you succeed?
Hey, man,
Good to hear from you again. And good timing. Your e-mail came in just as I was chatting with another friend, who's 1 one of those rough periods at work. I wish I had better advice.
You asked, "How do you define success?" What a 2 question!
In 2005, I made only $22,500 a year in Rocky Mount. Another two sportswriters, Travis and Jeff, in their mid-20s too, had come to Rocky Mount to leave Rocky Mount. We went out to 3 our games, and sent the final pages to the printer by our 1:30 a.m. 4. On the best nights, we'd play Wiffle ball in the 5 until 4 a.m., laughing and joking.
We all left there within a year, as 6. Travis eventually 7 a big-time job covering the Pittsburgh Pirates, and Jeff became one of the most well-known NASCAR writers in the country, with almost 200,00 Twitter 8.
Last time Jeff and I met, he said something about Rocky Mount. "I didn't 9 it then, but honestly, when I 10, it's probably the best time I've ever had in my career."
What is success? Buddy, I don't know. On those late nights, it was making good contact on Travis's curve ball. Now it's running a tenth of a mile 11 than I did last week. A year ago, I wrote a story and no readers 12 me about it, which these days is a success. But nobody said anything nice 13, so is it a failure? I don't know.
College students ask me for 14 every now and then Maybe that's success. But last night an editor at a publication I've been dying to write for 15 with the murderous words "This just isn't the right 16 for us".
Maybe it's beyond work. In June 2018, my dad visited and made it the whole weekend without falling while 17 to his wheelchair. To another person, 18 success might be a night sleeping on a bench without getting wet. You get the 19.
Maybe success isn't 20 in achievements; maybe success is a smaller calculation, something more like what Jeff hinted at.
Thank you for writing, old friend.
Mike
I can vividly remember the moment I realized that people were frightened of my brother. I was 18, and my boss at the time was telling me about how several days earlier he had taken his little girl down to the local playground. My brother, who loves 1 and is severely autistic(孤独症的), was already there. "I was frightened he would 2 my little girl," my boss told me. I'm still not 3 why he told me this. Perhaps he was admitting his own 4, but to me it felt like an 5. It made my heart hurt that my 6 brother should inspire fear like that. It made me angry that this man felt his ignorance was worth 7. I imagine the anger and hurt I felt then is something 8 to how the parents of Faruk Ali were feeling, days after their autistic son was 9 in the street by two police officers as he was outside his house, helping to collect rubbish. Collecting rubbish probably made him 10 .Many autistic people enjoy organizing and systematizing, and his simple enjoyment of this 11 being interrupted in such a seemingly violent way simply because he looked "suspicious" must have hurt him 12. Disabled people and their relatives will be aware of the 13 and ignorance that the general public may have. That this can sometimes turn into 14 is absolutely terrifying. Andrew Young, a man with Asperger's syndrome, a kind of autism, was15 after pointing out that cycling on the pavement was dangerous. Some people with Asperger's believe following 16 is very important, but 17 someone so can be interpreted as "threatening", as his killer said.
Clearly, life is not just 18 for those with autism, but for people with mental illness and mobility problems, 19 anyone whose behavior might not 20 the majority definition of "normal".
If you asked high school girls to name their favorite sports, most would probably say basketball or volleyball. I happen to be one of the few girls who would 1: surfing (冲浪运动). But isn't that a boy thing? Some people 2. Most certainly not.
I started surfing about five years ago and3in love with the sport on the very first day. Riding that first 4 was the best feeling I had ever experienced.
When I try to 5 surfing with other things, I find it very difficult because, in my 6, there's nothing like it. It involves (牵涉到) body, 7, and soul. There's sand between my toes and cool, salt water all 8 us. The feeling I get when I'm surfing across that 9, becoming one with the10, is like I'm weightless.
The one thing I can 11 from surfing and not any other sport is endless challenge(挑战). You can never be the "best surfer" because the ocean 12 an uncountable variety of waves that nobody can ever master. The variations of surfing styles are wonderful. Some surfers are free and flowing; others are very aggressive(活跃有力的) and 13. All of these things attract me to surfing and make it 14 from any other sport.
I've 15 to tell every girl I know to do something that people don't think girls can do. It's part of being human to advance to new 16, so shouldn't it be expected that girls should step up and start 17 the limits(极限) of things boys and men used to dominate(主宰)?
There're women 18 side by side with the President of our country, so why not side by side with the boys 19 the football team or out in the water surfing? Give girls a chance to 20, and they will.
When I look back at the first half of the year. I am amazed by how many challenges I have been through. The biggest one was definitely my high school graduation 1.
When I first arrived in this Czech Republic four years ago, I was just a normal exchange 2who spoke only English, then at the end of the year-Long exchange program, I came up with the idea of 3my high school studies there.
At that time, I was only sixteen and delighted by my new future. What I underestimated was the 4of completing school in the Czech language, which is considered to be one of the most 5languages in the world. As I 6 knowledge of certain subjects I receive the worst marks and people around the world doubted whether I could graduate. However, I practiced all the time. Gradually, I could communicate with others fluently and my 7 grew.
The final exam day came. Thinking about everyone who had helped and supported me along my journey, I felt8and confident.
In May, I received notice that I had 9the exam. At my graduation ceremony, my Czech teacher said very proudly in front of everyone, "One student, she is from China with merely three years of learning Czech, she 10. She deserves a golden folder for the certification. "
My journey through high school was finally finished, though the journey of University is just about to begin, I think I am ready.
The sun had already begun dissolving into the reddening sea. It was an1 reminder that we had spent a little too long on our 2tour round this island. Unsure of the ferry's last3 for the mainland. We stopped at a roadside bar to ask. This triggered 4 looks all round: the final5 was about to leave.
"You can just6 it if you take the shortcut," said one man, stepping outside and pointing to a narrow road up a small mountain. With evening falling fast, we had severe misgivings,7cycled off uphill nonetheless. Looking round, we were 8to see our new found friend jogging up the hill behind us at a discreet distance to9 that we didn't get lost, only turning back when the 10 was safely in sight below us.
This was one of our first experiences with omotenashi, which combines exquisite politeness with a 11 to maintain harmony and avoid conflict. In Japanese culture, the12 outside one's own group someone is, the greater the politeness shown to that person. The wonderful thing about being exposed to so much politeness is that you soon find yourself13 more kindly, gently and civic-mindedly, smiling as you 14 other drivers, taking your litter home with you and never ever raising your voice in public.
Wouldn't it be great if each visitor took a little bit of omotenashi home with them and 15it around? The ripple effect could sweep the world.
In my "Dare to Connect" workshop, I instructed all my students to participate full-out in their jobs for one entire week. I asked them to "act as if" their 1really made a difference to everyone around them. The key2they should bear in mind was: If I were really important here, what would I be doing?
Peggy3the assignment at the beginning. She hated her job. Each day was suffering as she watched the clock4move through eight painful hours. With great doubt, she5agreed to try it for just one week—to6100 percent to her job, "as if" she really7.
The following week, as I watched Peggy walk into the room, I couldn't believe the8in her energy level. With9in her voice, she reported: "First, I stopped complaining about the job and started to use some plants and posters to10the office. I then started to really pay attention to the people I11with. If someone seemed12, I asked if there was anything wrong and if I could help. Every day, I made a list of things I wanted to13. I was really14by how much I could do in a day when I15what I was doing! I put a sign with that question on my desk. And every time I started to fall back into my16patterns of boredom and complaining, the17reminded me what I was supposed to be doing. That really18."
What a difference a simple question made in just one short19! It made Peggy feel20to everyone and everything around her. She also learned a way to transform any work experience.
