Have you all the way
Have you all the way
Hand in hand one step two step three step four step looking up at the sky, watching the stars is a two three four line ... ...
-- Preface
The growth of the road because of you, I am full of confidence; because of you, I was able to overcome setbacks; because of you, I can learn seriously. " Like kids depend on their shoulder, like the tear on the face, like you like an angel to me gives me strength to rely on ". I count on you, you are my angel.
Now go back to childhood. Success in my behind your strict requirements and encourage. On that day, watching a TV show on the bike, I green with envy, screaming to learn to ride a bike. Your sweet voice said to me: " really? That’s really good. But you can adhere to? This is a very bitter. " Listen to the advice is to both discourse, I am shilly-shally. When I take the matter seriously to announce my decision, your eyes full of my trust and encouragement.
At the beginning of the learning process, although I always wrestling but still insisted, Keren total limit. When that day I fell on his back, in a pleading look at you, I hope you can to encourage, comfort me. But you didn’t do this, I am angry, sitting on the ground to say " fell so much still to learn, I do not learn. " Then, I saw your eyes flashed a disappointed look, then you can seriously say: " their own requests can also give up halfway, how can you do other things, must have a beginning and an end?. " On that day, I with wronged tears, do not know and fall how many " bite the dust ", finally, "pays off, " in your eyes severely under pressure, the goddess of victory comes to me -- I learned to ride a bicycle.
... ... The growth of the road because of you wonderful.
Thinking back now. As a grade 3 student I, the total pile up like a mountain hand, do not finish the homework, often to the middle of the night without sleep. You have finished the housework, always on time on my desk a cup of reeky coffee or milk, let me eat it while it’s hot. When I let you go to sleep, you are always there are endless lies, endless excuses and reasons to accompany me, or get together and study together, discuss issues, until I finish my homework, I fall asleep, you didn’t go to bed. Some people say the is like a cup of tea, bitter. But I want to say on the third is like a cup of coffee, is always hidden in the final. Because of you, the third is not bitter; because of you, I will not stand alone sad; because of you, the world is full of warmth.
You love to feed my soul and body, your milk is the source of my mind, you remain my boat of life. Have you as if carrying the sun, regardless of where it is sunny. Have you is my happiness, thank you this way with you, thank you, my mother, you are my initial force
The wisdom my 77-year-old father has passed on to me came more through osmosis than lectures. Pinning down a dad’s influence to one true thing is like saying that the final inning is all that matters in a baseball game—when in reality, it’s every play up until then that has gotten the team to where it is. And my dad has been there since the first pitch. From making "the best pancakes you kids have ever eaten" on Saturday mornings, to assuring tearful teenagers studying for finals that all they needed was a good night’s sleep and everything would be better in the morning, my dad’s dogged optimism shines through. It is a big part of the reason I recovered after a pelvis-smashing accident, when I was run over by a truck: My father assumed that I’d be jogging with him again。
He would also be the first to note that a grand slam by the last batter in a two-run game can change everything. In that he’s a realist. But the thing about Dad is that he believes he is the guy who will hit that ball out of the park in the clutch play. Even though his first great-grandchild was born a year and a half ago, he’s still that kid on the bench saying, "Put me in, Coach."
Old age hasn’t slowed him, mainly because he doesn’t think almost-80 is old. I should have taken a photo of my dad swimming in the lake in front of our cabin in Alaska last summer to show you what he looks like. He is strong, bald and about 5’10", 150 pounds, with a long French nose, blue eyes and a great smile. He had come for a visit and was training for a charity swim across the Hudson River in New York, where he lives. He wore his custom-fitted wetsuit (it zips up the back, so we had to help him into it)， but he still got so cold that when I hauled him, leaky goggles were all fogged up and I feared he’d die of hypothermia. We warmed him by stoking the woodstove and parking him, wrapped in a sleeping bag, as close to the open oven door as we could without cooking his legs。