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Text A Writing Three Thank-You Letters写三封感谢信
亚利克斯·黑利Alex Haley
1 It was 1943， during World War II， and I was a young U。 S。 coastguardsman。 My ship， the USS Murzim， had been under way for several days。 Most of her holds contained thousands of cartons of canned or dried foods。 The other holds were loaded with five-hundred-pound bombs packed delicately in padded racks。 Our destination was a big base on the island of Tulagi in the South Pacific。
2 I was one of the Murzim's several cooks and， quite the same as for folk ashore， this Thanksgiving morning had seen us busily preparing a traditional dinner featuring roast turkey。
3 Well， as any cook knows， it's a lot of hard work to cook and serve a big meal， and clean up and put everything away。 But finally， around sundown， we finished at last。
4 I decided first to go out on the Murzim's afterdeck for a breath of open air。 I made my way out there， breathing in great， deep draughts while walking slowly about， still wearing my white cook's hat。
5 I got to thinking about Thanksgiving， of the Pilgrims， Indians， wild turkeys， pumpkins， corn on the cob， and the rest。 我开始思索起感恩节这个节日来，想着清教徒前辈移民、印第安人、野火鸡、南瓜、玉米棒等等。
6 Yet my mind seemed to be in quest of something else -- some way that I could personally apply to the close of Thanksgiving。 It must have taken me a half hour to sense that maybe some key to an answer could result from reversing the word "Thanksgiving" -- at least that suggested a verbal direction， "Giving thanks。"
7 Giving thanks -- as in praying， thanking God， I thought。 Yes， of course。 Certainly。
表达谢意――就如在祈祷时感谢上帝那样，我暗想。对啊，是这样，当然是这样。
8 Yet my mind continued turning the idea over。
可我脑子里仍一直盘桓着这事。
9 After a while， like a dawn's brightening， a further answer did come -- that there were people to thank， people who had done so much for me that I could never possibly repay them。 The embarrassing truth was I'd always just accepted what they'd done， taken all of it for granted。 Not one time had I ever bothered to express to any of them so much as a simple， sincere "Thank you。"
10 At least seven people had been particularly and lastingly helpful to me。 I realized， swallowing hard， that about half of them had since died -- so they were forever beyond any possible expression of gratitude from me。 The more I thought about it， the more ashamed I became。 Then I pictured the three who were still alive and， within minutes， I was down in my cabin。
11 Sitting at a table with writing paper and memories of things each had done， I tried composing genuine statements of heartfelt appreciation and gratitude to my dad， Simon A。 Haley， a professor at the old Agricultural Mechanical Normal College in Pine Bluff， Arkansas; to my grandma， Cynthia Palmer， back in our little hometown of Henning， Tennessee; and to the Rev。 Lonual Nelson， my grammar school principal， retired and living in Ripley， six miles north of Henning。
12 The texts of my letters began something like， "Here， this Thanksgiving at sea， I find my thoughts upon how much you have done for me， but I have never stopped and said to you how much I feel the need to thank you -- " And briefly I recalled for each of them specific acts performed on my behalf。
13 For instance， something uppermost about my father was how he had impressed upon me from boyhood to love books and reading。 In fact， this graduated into a family habit of after-dinner quizzes at the table about books read most recently and new words learned。 My love of books never diminished and later led me toward writing books myself。 So many times I have felt a sadness when exposed to modern children so immersed in the electronic media that they have little or no awareness of the marvelous world to be discovered in books。
14 I reminded the Reverend Nelson how each morning he would open our little country town's grammar school with a prayer over his assembled students。 I told him that whatever positive things I had done since had been influenced at least in part by his morning school prayers。
15 In the letter to my grandmother， I reminded her of a dozen ways she used to teach me how to tell the truth， to share， and to be forgiving and considerate of others。 I thanked her for the years of eating her good cooking， the equal of which I had not found since。 Finally， I thanked her simply for having sprinkled my life with stardust。
16 Before I slept， my three letters went into our ship's office mail sack。 They got mailed when we reached Tulagi Island。
睡觉前，我的这三封信都送进了船上的邮袋。我们抵达图拉吉岛后都寄了出去。
17 We unloaded cargo， reloaded with something else， then again we put to sea in the routine familiar to us， and as the days became weeks， my little personal experience receded。 Sometimes， when we were at sea， a mail ship would rendezvous and bring us mail from home， which， of course， we accorded topmost priority。
18 Every time the ship's loudspeaker rasped， "Attention！ Mail call！" two hundred-odd shipmates came pounding up on deck and clustered about the two seamen， standing by those precious bulging gray sacks。 They were alternately pulling out fistfuls of letters and barking successive names of sailors who were， in turn， shouting back "Here！ Here！" amid the pushing。
19 One "mail call" brought me responses from Grandma， Dad， and the Reverend Nelson -- and my reading of their letters left me not only astonished but more humbled than before。
一次“邮件点名”带给我外祖母，爸爸，以及纳尔逊牧师的回信――我读了信，既震惊又深感卑微。
20 Rather than saying they would forgive that I hadn't previously thanked them， instead， for Pete's sake， they were thanking me -- for having remembered， for having considered they had done anything so exceptional。
21 Always the college professor， my dad had carefully avoided anything he considered too sentimental， so I knew how moved he was to write me that， after having helped educate many young people， he now felt that his best results included his own son。
22 The Reverend Nelson wrote that his decades as a "simple， old-fashioned principal" had ended with schools undergoing such swift changes that he had retired in self-doubt。 "I heard more of what I had done wrong than what I did right，" he said， adding that my letter had brought him welcome reassurance that his career had been appreciated。
23 A glance at Grandma's familiar handwriting brought back in a flash memories of standing alongside her white rocking chair， watching her "settin' down" some letter to relatives。 Character by character， Grandma would slowly accomplish one word， then the next， so that a finished page would consume hours。 I wept over the page representing my Grandma's recent hours invested in expressing her loving gratefulness to me -- whom she used to diaper！
24 Much later， retired from the Coast Guard and trying to make a living as a writer， I never forgot how those three "thank you" letters gave me an insight into how most human beings go about longing in secret for more of their fellows to express appreciation for their efforts。
25 Now， approaching another Thanksgiving， I have asked myself what will I wish for all who are reading this， for our nation， indeed for our whole world -- since， quoting a good and wise friend of mine， "In the end we are mightily and merely people， each with similar needs。" First， I wish for us， of course， the simple common sense to achieve world peace， that being paramount for the very survival of our kind。
26 And there is something else I wish -- so strongly that I have had this line printed across the bottom of all my stationery： "Find the good -- and praise it。"
发表于 2020-4-14 22:31:01
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