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三星堆文化 8/03/2014 18:42
上月参观了纽约大都会博物馆,很惊讶看到一个仰韶文化的陶罐,读了一下说明, 才知道这陶罐并非该博物馆的收藏, 是从一个匿名人那里借贷来展览的。

今天偶然读到这篇关于三星堆文化的文章, 很有收获, 收藏一下。


http://www.theepochtimes.com/n3/838761-the-mysterious-ancient-artifacts-of-sanxingdui-that-have-rewritten-chinese-history/?photo=2[/img]


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Naked Ski 1/06/2014 19:53
http://vimeo.com/77177549

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Flash Mob Chorus 12/24/2013 11:49
几个怀旧歌曲, 祝朋友们圣诞快乐新年好!



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f9QnSbT7E5I


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Don't Give Up 11/09/2013 21:30
多年前喜欢的一首歌,和亲爱的友人共勉。


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjEq-r2agqc

In this proud land we grew up strong
We were wanted all along
I was taught to fight, taught to win
I never thought I could fail

No fight left or so it seems
I am a man whose dreams have all deserted
I've changed my face, I've changed my name
But no-one wants you when you lose

Don't give up 'cause you have friends
Don't give up you're not beaten yet
Don't give up I know you can make it good

Though I saw it all around
Never thought that I could be affected
Thought that we'd be last to go
It is so strange the way things turn
Drove the night toward my home
The place that I was born, on the lakeside
As daylight broke, I saw the earth
The trees had burned down to the ground

Don't give up you still have us
Don't give up we don't need much of anything
Don't give up 'cause somewhere there's a place where we belong

Rest your head
You worry too much
It's going to be alright
When times get rough
You can fall back on us
Don't give up
Please don't give up

Got to walk out of here
I can't take anymore
Going to stand on that bridge
Keep my eyes down below
Whatever may come
and whatever may go
That river's flowing
That river's flowing


Moved on to another town
Tried hard to settle down
For every job, so many men
So many men no-one needs

Don't give up 'cause you have friends
Don't give up you're not the only one
Don't give up no reason to be ashamed
Don't give up you still have us
Don't give up now we're proud of who you are
Don't give up you know it's never been easy
Don't give up 'cause I believe there's a place
There's a place
Where we belong


Don't give up
Don't give up
Don't give up


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女人长寿的话题 9/08/2013 07:34
看到一个好贴,转载收藏一下。


女人长寿,难道只是因为基因吗?我看不止。

每天早上6点多离开家去旁边的trail走路,碰到的人,10个有9个是女的,很多时候一
个男的都碰不到。这些女人有的三三俩俩,有说有笑的快走;有的牵条狗,优哉游哉地
散步;有的听着耳机,形单影只的跑步。我不禁纳闷,男的都到哪儿去了?就是路上见
到的老太婆,也远远多过老头啊。

周末表姐来我家,兴冲冲地说她又学会了一门做面食的厨艺。我老婆一听眼睛马上放光
,很感兴趣地表示她也想学。说做就做,两个人很快就行动了。看着她俩在那忙的不亦
乐乎,相互切磋的样子,我和表姐夫是一点兴趣都没有。我们管吃不管做,还是看我们
的电视去吧。
这女人在厨房里有兴趣,就跟小孩在游戏机前玩似的,一待就是几个小时。问老婆累不
累,她正乐在其中,浑然不觉。一会儿的功夫,一盘盘的包子,花卷,披萨就新鲜出炉
了。不得不说,我老婆真是天才,一学就会。但做出来的面食,一会儿就被大人,小孩
席卷一空,不够吃啊。看着老婆一副大功告成的样子,我猜她这个没吃多少的大概感觉
比我们更幸福吧。

有人说,要想长寿心态很重要。我看女人在这方面就比男人做的好。关心家庭,照顾小
孩,留心身边的事情。而大多数男的整天关心国家大事,忧国忧民,我就是一个典型的
例子。来了美国后,我老婆就从来就没打算回国发展,虽然她能力很强。她觉得美国挺
好的,环境好,卫生,对家庭和子女也好。既来之,则安之,女人更追求稳定。不像我
们很多男的,吃着碗里看着锅里,在国内想出国,出国了又想回国发展,人生永不满足
,来回折腾。

锻炼身体,热爱生活,重视家庭,关心儿女,把大多数的时间都用在建立亲密的人际关
系上,这不正是不少人成功的秘诀吗?很多女人在不知不觉中做到了。女人年轻的时候
充满幻想,但到了生活中却变得很现实,她们能很快地分清什么对自己最重要。也许有
人会说,没有男人,女人什么都不是;但没有女人的男人,不是也像断了线的风筝,随
风漂泊吗?

衷心地祝福天下的贤妻良母们健康长寿,你们的长寿会带给社会更多的正能量。我甚至
由衷地希望我老婆活的比我更久,更健康。人生一世,草木一秋,这一辈子都有贤妻相
伴,人生无憾矣。
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Ashton Kutcher's life advice 8/15/2013 10:04
给十几岁孩子的动力演讲,说的不错。收藏一下:


http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/08/13/famous-actor-reveals-real-name-gives-incredibly-insightful-speech-about-hard-work-and-generosity-at-teen-choice-awards/


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尼克松和空心菜 8/09/2013 16:13
昨天和朋友去吃木兰台菜,点菜的时候,这个地道的老美说“我只有一个要求,我要吃空心菜,”我说好呀,小菜一碟。他听后笑了,说这是72年尼克松总统访华时说的话。真的? 还真是第一次听说,还以为老美根本不知道啥是空心菜呢。当然我这个老美朋友是“奇葩”,不仅会讲国语,还会粤语。这种人可能在学术界容易见到,平时可不常见。 说他奇葩,是对他由衷地赞赏。

回来做了功课,谷歌了一下尼克松和空心菜,果然不错。原来这菜还因此得名“总统菜". 只是听起来这个小小的要求,其实不小,给尼克松吃的空心菜,是当年从海口空运到北京的。我们的先辈,为了中美友谊,还是下了大功夫的。


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a letter about Chinese women in China 6/19/2013 17:44
这个生养在美国的朋友在国内教了一年英语后,写了这么一段关于中国女人的婚恋观,这只是他本人的观点而已。


Chinese women in China are crazy! My love advice to them. It's lychee season.

Below is my love advice to Chinese women in China.

However, I must state two disclaimers before you read this:

DISCLAIMER #1: Chinese women in China are crazy. Dating is a different animal in China. Because of the one child policy in China, Chinese girls are cultural wired to get married as soon as possible. If they don't get married fast, they would be negatively labeled. PLUS! They face extreme pressure from their parents because since their parents can only have one child, and since China does not have 401k, IRA, retirement plans, or Social Security, these parents expect their child's husband to provide for their retirements! Marrying rich in China is expected. If the girl does not have a boyfriend by 22, then she feels like a loser. If she does not get married by 24, something is wrong with her. If she's not married by 27, then she's labeled as an outcast. If she's not married by 30, then she thinks no man would ever want her. The pressure is extreme in China. The running joke among foreigners here is that if you date a Chinese girl one month, she will want ask for marriage the next. Naturally, this scares off most foreigners. I must say not all Chinese girls in China are like this, but the majority of them are, especially if they are less educated. China is changing everyday.

DISCLAIMER #2: It's lychee season in Dalian. I don't know how that connects with anything above and below. But I've been eating lychee everyday. And studying Mandarin.

My advice on love: Love is about timing. When two people are ready, then love can happen. Most of the time, people have the wrong timing in life. One person might love a different person while the other is not ready to love. But we should not give up on love because of time. No. Just like we wait all winter for the flowers or the lychee to bloom, we must wait on love to test ourselves if our love is really real and to show others our love is real. Sometimes chasing love can be fruitless. But loving others is what makes us human. And not loving more is the greatest regret in life.


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一封旧情书 5/23/2013 18:09
现代通讯方式使我们简化了许多事情,想说什么可以随时打个电话,发个短信,记不得上次是多久以前给别人写过什么,发自肺腑的语言。这样下来不知是否有些话就要永远留在自己心里,没机会表达了。

今天偶然读到一份1942年的情书节选,很有感慨,值得记录下来:

Once I said,"If you ever need me Jack, call me." It sill holds good. It wasn't said in a flippant mood. It was really written with heartblood if that doesn't sound too drastic and repulsive. So it stands. If ever I can ease you a pain, physical or mental, come to me, or I will go to you. It won't be a matter of petty pride. It won't be,"I can't go to you, but if you come to me, it is all right." Price is fine. Too much spoils one's own and other's lives. Please don't ever let pride ruin a friendship which started, which I hope wasn't ruined becaused you had me too easily. If you feel anything beautiful in your life--I am not talking about me--then don't hesitate to say so, don't hesitate to make the little bird sing. It costs so little; a word, a smile, a slight touch of hand...

My dearest the very best to you including my love.


写信的人是JFK24岁时爱上的,据记载是他第一个爱上的女人,丹麦记者Inga Arvad. 我在她的信中读出了她自信和独立的性格。


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The Great Gatsby 5/11/2013 18:58
Woody Allen 的电影"午夜巴黎"(Mid Night in Paris)获得2011年最佳影片提名,影片中的男主人公一边陪着女友和她富有而保守的父母在巴黎旅游,一边创作自己的第一部浪漫小说。男主人公和女友及她家人有一连串不愉快的冲突,在一次醉酒之后,通过时空穿越回到向往的1920年代的巴黎。在那里,他遇到了仰慕已久的那个年代的众多著名作家,包括Hemingway, Cole Porter, Gertrude Stein, Salvador Dali, T. S. Eliot, Djuna Barnes, Josephine Baker, Luis Bunuel, Man Ray 还有Scott 和Zelda Fitzgerald 夫妇。

弗•司各特•菲茨杰拉德 (Francis Scott Fitzgerald 1896-1940, 是“迷惘的一代”(Lost Generation)的代表作家,是“浮躁的20年代”(the roaring 20s)的代言人,也是“爵士乐时代”(Jazz Age)的桂冠诗人。上世纪二十年代的美国有各种不同的称呼,是一个爆发的年代,弥漫着欢歌与纵饮。The Great Gatsby敏锐地抓住了当代社会生活的主题,并以象征手法展现了当时追求“美国梦”的辛酸,嘲讽及悲怅。

经典作品反映的是永恒的主题,这本书现在读也会得到很好的启迪。希望早日看到昨日公演的由
Leonardo DiCaprio主演的同名电影。


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In My Life 4/27/2013 17:50
发现有些熟悉的歌曲,因为喜欢调子,对歌词从来没有在意过。最近因为又是爆炸,又是地震,对年轻生命的早逝很伤感。出于这样的心情,突然听到这个熟悉的调子,发现歌词是一样的美丽而伤感。

There are places I'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more



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People who need people 4/26/2013 17:31
开车时听NPR采访Barbra Streisa, 播放那段熟悉的音乐People who need people are the luckiest people in the world. 转念想,isn't it that people who don't need people are the luckiest people in the world? So who's the real luckiest one?

People,
People who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world
Were children needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside
Acting more like children than children
Lovers
Are very special people
They're the luckiest people in the world
With one person,
One very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you are half now you're whole
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person who needs people
People, people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world.

Ok, who cares? It's a pretty song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bwppplxq0yo


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Top 10 Art Auction Prices in December 1/11/2013 17:04
六位中国艺术家在榜,天价。大家开开眼。

http://www.artnet.com/Top10Auctions/Results.aspx?utm_campaign=targetedemail&utm_source=1913topartists&utm_medium=email


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Some women are killers, so irresistible 11/09/2012 22:44
David Petraeus Allegedly Had an Affair With His Biographer, Paula Broadwell

http://observer.com/2012/11/david-petraeus-allegedly-had-an-affair-with-his-biographer-paula-broadwell/

I looked at the wife, then I looked at the girlfriend, given the opportunity, would any man at his age be able to resist it?


She was old enough to know better
And she was strong enough to be true
And she was hard enough to know whether
He was smart enough to know what to do

And you can't resist it
When it happens to you
No you can't resist it
When it happens to you

And you can tell your story
And you can swear it's true
But you can save your lying
For some other fool

And you can't resist it
When it happens to you
No you can't resist it
When it happens to you
No you can't resist it
When it happens to you

LYLE LOVETT - YOU CAN'T RESIST IT LYRICS


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Why Republicans say you SHOULDN'T vote for Romne 10/31/2012 09:14
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=ByzxFQSlyDA

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杨澜访谈录 刘晓庆 一个人挺好没有婚姻的桎梏 10/28/2012 19:06
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=fwP1hdPJNss

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波城魅力 10/23/2012 09:42
A letter from China


DEAR BOSTON, I HAVE MISTREATED YOU.

Boston, please accept my apologies. I have taken advantage of our relationship and did not appreciate you enough. I was being a spoiled brat. I did not know what I have until I actually don't have it anymore. Boston, you always loved me but when I was with you, I was thinking of someone else. I was thinking of Atlanta. Atlanta was wild and Atlanta was sexy, but now I know she was only a fling. Atlanta never truly love me but being with her was such a great high, that I didn't really see what was going on. Boston, you were patient with me and you were showing me a tough but true love. Right now, Dalian confuses the heck out of me. Most of the time, I don't know what she's thinking or saying. She's so mysterious and different from me. I think she's not good for my health nor for my future but I ran to her because I wanted something new. However, something new is not what I need but I want I need is something strong. What I need is not a new adventure, but a stronger focus on what I should become. I can only become strong if I am in Boston.


So Boston, I will come back. I hope you accept me back.


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A Possibly Fatal Mistake 10/16/2012 09:47
Damon Winter/The New York Times

Nicholas D. Kristof


MY wife and I attended my 30-year college reunion a couple of weekends ago, but the partying was bittersweet. My freshman roommate, Scott Androes, was in a Seattle hospital bed, a victim in part of a broken health care system. Strip away the sound and fury of campaign ads and rival spinmeisters, and what’s at stake in this presidential election is, in part, lives like Scott’s.


Scott and I were both Oregon farm boys, friends through the Future Farmers of America, when Harvard sent us thick envelopes. We were exhilarated but nervous, for neither of us had ever actually visited Harvard, and we asked to room together for moral support among all those city slickers.

We were the country bumpkins of Harvard Yard. Yet if we amused our classmates more than we intended, we had our private jokes as well. We let slip (falsely) that we kept deer rifles under our beds and smiled as our friends gave them a wide berth.

Scott was there when I limped back from the Worst Date in History (quite regularly), and he and I together worked our way onto the Crimson, the student newspaper. He had an omnivorous mind: Scott may be the only champion judge of dairy cattle who enjoyed quoting Thomas Macaulay, the 19th-century British historian. Scott topped off his erudition with a crackling wit to deflate pretentiousness (which, at Harvard, kept him busy).

By nature, Scott was even-keeled, prudent and cautious, and he always looked like the mild-mannered financial consultant that he became. He never lost his temper, never drove too fast, never got drunk, never smoked marijuana.

Well, not that I remember. I don’t want to discredit his youth.

Yet for all his innate prudence, Scott now, at age 52, is suffering from Stage 4 prostate cancer, in part because he didn’t have health insurance. President Obama’s health care reform came just a bit too late to help Scott, but it will protect others like him — unless Mitt Romney repeals it.

If you favor gutting “Obamacare,” please listen to Scott’s story. He is willing to recount his embarrassing tale in part so that readers can learn from it.

I’ll let Scott take over the narrative:



It all started in December 2003 when I quit my job as a pension consultant in a fit of midlife crisis. For the next year I did little besides read books I’d always wanted to read and play poker in the local card rooms.

I didn’t buy health insurance because I knew it would be really expensive in the individual policy market, because many of the people in this market are high risk. I would have bought insurance if there had been any kind of fair-risk pooling. In 2005 I started working seasonally for H&R Block doing tax returns.

As seasonal work it of course doesn’t provide health benefits, but then lots of full-time jobs don’t either. I knew I was taking a big risk without insurance, but I was foolish.

In 2011 I began having greater difficulty peeing. I didn’t go see the doctor because that would have been several hundred dollars out of pocket — just enough disincentive to get me to make a bad decision.

Early this year, I began seeing blood in my urine, and then I got scared. I Googled “blood in urine” and turned up several possible explanations. I remember sitting at my computer and thinking, “Well, I can afford the cost of an infection, but cancer would probably bust my bank and take everything in my I.R.A. So I’m just going to bet on this being an infection.”

I was extremely busy at work since it was peak tax season, so I figured I’d go after April 15. Then I developed a 102-degree fever and went to one of those urgent care clinics in a strip mall. (I didn’t have a regular physician and hadn’t been getting annual physicals.)

The doctor there gave me a diagnosis of prostate infection and prescribed antibiotics. That seemed to help, but by April 15 it seemed to be getting worse again. On May 3 I saw a urologist, and he drew blood for tests, but the results weren’t back yet that weekend when my health degenerated rapidly.

A friend took me to the Swedish Medical Center Emergency Room near my home. Doctors ran blood labs immediately. A normal P.S.A. test for prostate cancer is below 4, and mine was 1,100. They also did a CT scan, which turned up possible signs of cancerous bone lesions. Prostate cancer likes to spread to bones.

I also had a blood disorder called disseminated intravascular coagulation, which is sometimes brought on by prostate cancer. It basically causes you to destroy your own blood cells, and it’s abbreviated as D.I.C. Medical students joke that it stands for “death is close.”



Let’s just stipulate up front that Scott blew it. Other people are sometimes too poor to buy health insurance or unschooled about the risks. Scott had no excuse. He could have afforded insurance, and while working in the pension industry he became expert on actuarial statistics; he knew precisely what risks he was taking. He’s the first to admit that he screwed up catastrophically and may die as a result.

Yet remember also that while Scott was foolish, mostly he was unlucky. He is a bachelor, so he didn’t have a spouse whose insurance he could fall back on in his midlife crisis. In any case, we all take risks, and usually we get away with them. Scott is a usually prudent guy who took a chance, and then everything went wrong.

The Mitt Romney philosophy, as I understand it, is that this is a tragic but necessary byproduct of requiring Americans to take personal responsibility for their lives. They need to understand that mistakes have consequences. That’s why Romney would repeal Obamacare and leave people like Scott to pay the price for their irresponsibility.

To me, that seems ineffably harsh. We all make mistakes, and a humane government tries to compensate for our misjudgments. That’s why highways have guardrails, why drivers must wear seat belts, why police officers pull over speeders, why we have fire codes. In other modern countries, Scott would have been insured, and his cancer would have been much more likely to be detected in time for effective treatment.

Is that a nanny state? No, it’s a civilized one.

President Obama’s care plan addresses this problem inelegantly, by forcing people like Scott to buy insurance beginning in 2014. Some will grumble about the “mandate” and the insurance cost, but it will save lives.

Already, Obamacare is slowly reducing the number of people without health insurance, as young adults can now stay on their parents’ plans. But the Census Bureau reported last month that 48.6 million Americans are still uninsured — a travesty in a wealthy country. The Urban Institute calculated in 2008 that some 27,000 Americans between the ages of 25 and 65 die prematurely each year because they don’t have health insurance. Another estimate is even higher.

You want to put a face on those numbers? Look at Scott’s picture. One American like him dies every 20 minutes for lack of health insurance.

Back to Scott:



For seven weeks they kept me alive with daily blood transfusions. They also gave me chemotherapy, suppressing the cancer so that my blood could return to normal. I was released June 29, and since then have had more chemo and also hormone therapy to limit the cancer growth.

But the cancer has kept growing, and I went to the E.R. again on Sept. 17 when I found that I was losing all strength in my legs. They did an M.R.I. and saw that there were tumors pressing on my spinal cord. They have been treating me with radiation for three weeks now to shrink those tumors and will continue to do so for another week.

I submitted an application to the hospital for charity care and was approved. The bill is already north of $550,000. Based on the low income on my tax return they knocked it down to $1,339. Swedish Medical Center has treated me better than I ever deserved.

Some doctor bills are not covered by the charity application, and I expect to spend all of my I.R.A. assets before I’m done. Some doctors have been generously treating me without sending bills, and I am humbled by their ethic of service to the patient.

Some things I have to pay for, like $1,700 for the Lupron hormone therapy and $1,400 for an ambulance trip. It’s an arbitrary and haphazard system, and I’m just lucky to live in a city with a highly competent and generous hospital like Swedish.




In this respect, Scott is very lucky, and the system is now responding superbly and compassionately. But of course, his care is not exactly “free” — we’re all paying the bill.


Romney argues that Obamacare is economically inefficient. But where is the efficiency in a system that neglects routine physicals and preventive care, and then pays $550,000 in bills as a result? To me, this is repugnant economically as well as morally.

In the Romney system, people like Scott would remain uninsured. And they would be unable to buy insurance because of their cancer history.

Obamacare does address these problems, albeit in a complex and intrusive way, forcing people by a mandate to get insurance. Some will certainly fall through the cracks, and in any case the Obama plan does little to address the underlying problem of rising health costs. But do we really prefer the previous system in which one American in six was uninsured like Scott, all walking the tightrope, and sometimes falling off?

As my classmates and I celebrated our reunion and relived our triumphs — like spiking the punch during a visit by the governor — I kept thinking of Scott in his hospital bed. No amount of nostalgic laughter could fill the void of his absence.

Back to Scott:



This whole experience has made me feel like such a fool. I blew one that I really should have gotten right. You probably remember that my mother died of breast cancer the July before we started college. She watched my high school graduation from the back of an ambulance on the football field at our outdoor graduation. Six weeks later she was dead, and six weeks after that I was on an airplane that took me east of the Mississippi for the first time in my life.

Her death at 53 permanently darkened my view of life. It also made me feel that I was at high risk for cancer because in my amateur opinion I was genetically very similar to her, just based on appearance and personality. And much of my career has been in actuarial work, where the whole point is to identify risks.

I read Nassim Taleb’s book “The Black Swan” and imbibed his idea that you should keep an eye out for low-probability events that have potentially big consequences, both positive and negative. You insure against the potentially negative ones, like prostate cancer.

So why didn’t I get physicals? Why didn’t I get P.S.A. tests? Why didn’t I get examined when I started having trouble urinating? Partly because of the traditional male delinquency about seeing doctors. I had no regular family doctor; typical bachelor guy behavior.

I had plenty of warning signs, and that’s why I feel like a damned fool. I would give anything to have gone to a doctor in, say, October 2011. It fills me with regret. Now I’m struggling with all my might to walk 30 feet down the hallway with the physical therapists holding on to me so I don’t fall. I’ve got all my chips bet on the hope that the radiation treatments that I’m getting daily are going to shrink the tumors that are pressing on my spinal cord so that someday soon I can be back out on the sidewalk enjoying a walk in my neighborhood. That would be the height of joy for me.



When I make mistakes, my wife and friends forgive me. We need a health care system that is equally forgiving.

That means getting all Americans insured, and then emphasizing preventive care like cancer screenings. Presidents since Franklin D. Roosevelt have sought to create universal health insurance, and Obama finally saw it achieved in his first term. It will gradually come into effect, with 2014 the pivotal year — if Romney does not repeal it.

In some ways, of course, America’s health care system is superb. It is masterly in pioneering new techniques, and its top-level care for those with insurance is unrivaled. Sometimes even those without insurance, like Scott, get superb care as charity cases, and I salute the doctors at Swedish Medical Center in Seattle for their professionalism and compassion toward my old friend.

But it would have made more sense to provide Scott with insurance and regular physicals. Catching the cancer early might have saved hundreds of thousands of dollars in radiation and chemo expenses — and maybe a life as well.

So as you watch the presidential debates, as you listen to those campaign ads, remember that what is at stake is not so much the success of one politician or another. The real impact of the election will be felt in the lives of men and women around the country, in spheres as intimate as our gut-wrenching fear when we spot blood in our urine.

Our choices this election come too late for Scott, although I hope that my friend from tiny Silverton, Ore., who somehow beat the odds so many times already in his life, will also beat this cancer. The election has the potential to help save the lives of many others who don’t have insurance.

In his hospital room, my old pal is gallantly fighting his cancer — and battling a gnawing uncertainty that he should never have had to face, that no American should so needlessly endure. This is all heartbreakingly unnecessary. I’ll give Scott the final word.



From my 12th floor room I have a panoramic view looking east from downtown Seattle toward the suburbs to the Cascade Mountains. My visitors are often struck by the view.

Through my window I watch a succession of gloriously sunny days and I wonder if this will be my last Indian summer on earth. I still have hope and I tell myself that medical science has come a long way in the 34 years since my mother died, but I can’t help feeling that I’m walking in her footsteps.


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爆你眼!让剩男看完吐血的黄金剩女版《没有车没有房》.flv 10/15/2012 09:11
这是一个在北京讲授英语的年轻亚裔美国友人发来的信息,对中国当代女人不知道如何评价才好。他在北京也没房没车。


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZCvZM6k4LE&feature=player_embedded&fb_source=message


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奥巴马夫人演讲中文译文 9/09/2012 08:17
非常感谢,伊莲……我们非常感谢来自你家庭的服务和牺牲,我们永远支持你。

过去的几年来,借由作为第一夫人的非凡殊荣,我几乎游遍了整个美国。

而无论我去到哪里,从我所见到的人们,所听到的故事中,我都看到了最真切的美国精神。

在人们对我和我的家庭,特别是我的女儿们那难以置信的友善和热情中,我看到了它。

在一个濒临破产的学区的教师们不收分文、坚持执教的誓言中,我看到了它。

在人们在突如其来的紧急召唤下化身英雄,纵身扑向灾害去拯救他人……飞过整个国家去扑灭大火……驱车数小时去援助被淹没的城镇时,我看到了它。

在我们身着军装的男女军人和自豪的军属身上……在受伤的战士们告诉我他们不仅会再次站立行走,而是会奔跑,甚至参加马拉松时……在一位于阿富汗因炸弹而失明的年轻人“……为了我所做的和我还将要做的,我宁愿失去我的眼睛一百次。”这样轻描淡写的话语中,我看到了它。

每一天,我所见到的人们都鼓舞着我……每一天,他们都令我骄傲……每一天,他们都在提醒我,能够生活在这地球上最伟大的国度中是多么的幸福。

成为诸位的第一夫人,是我的荣耀和幸运……但当我们四年前首次聚在一起的时候,我仍对我们即将展开的旅程心怀疑虑。

对我丈夫心中的祖国愿景,我满怀信心……对他将成为一位出色的总统,我也深信不疑……但是就像所有的母亲一样,我也曾担心如果他当选,这对我们的女儿们意味着什么。

身处万众瞩目的聚光灯下,我们要如何让他们保持脚踏实地?

当他们被迫离开从小熟悉的家、学校、和朋友时,会有什么感受?

在搬到华盛顿之前,我们的生活充满简单的快乐……周六参加足球赛,周日则在祖母家……还有巴拉克和我的约会之夜,我们要么出去晚餐,要么去看场电影,因为作为一个筋疲力尽的老妈,我实在没法同时去晚餐和电影还不打瞌睡。

说真话,我爱我们为女儿们所创造的生活……我深爱和我一起创造这生活的男人……而且我不愿意让这一切因为他当了总统而发生变化。

我爱的就是巴拉克原来的样子。

你们瞧,即便当时巴拉克已经是一名参议员兼总统候选人了……对我而言,他仍是那个开着辆锈迹斑斑的破车来接我去约会的男子,我几乎都能透过乘客这侧车门上的破洞看到飞逝而过的路面……他仍是那个把一张从垃圾箱里翻出来的咖啡桌当做自己最了不起的财产的男子,那个仅有的一双体面的鞋子比自己的脚还小了半号的男子。

然而,当巴拉克开始向我讲述他的家庭时----就在那一刻,我明白我遇到了一个志同道合的灵魂,他的价值观和成长经历与我惊人地相似。

如你们所知,养育巴拉克和我的两个家庭都没有太多金钱或物质财富,但是,他们却给予了我们更为珍贵的东西----无条件的爱,大无畏的牺牲,以及到达他们自己从未想象过的目标的机会。

我的父亲是城市水厂的一名泵浦操作员,在我和哥哥很小的时候就被诊断出患有多发性硬化症。

即使当时还小,我也知道他常常被病痛折磨……我知道有许多清晨,仅仅连起床对他来说都是一场痛苦挣扎。

然而每天早晨,我都看到父亲面带微笑地醒来,抓紧他的助步器,用浴室的洗脸池支撑着自己的身体,缓慢地刮好胡须,扣好制服。

然后,当他在漫长的一天工作后,我和哥哥会站在通往我家小公寓的楼梯顶上,耐心地等着迎接他回家……我们注视着他弯下腰,举起一条腿,然后是另一条腿,慢慢地爬上楼梯,迎向我们的怀抱。然而无论多么艰难,我父亲从未请过一天假……他和我母亲决心要让我和哥哥受到他们梦寐以求的教育。

当哥哥和我终于升上大学的时候,我们几乎所有的学费都来源于学生贷款和补助金。

但是我父亲仍不得不自己掏腰包来支付我们学费中的一小部分。

每个学期,他都坚持按时支付学费账单,在他捉襟见肘的时候,他甚至宁可去贷款。

能送自己的子女去上大学,他是如此地骄傲……他从未让我们因为父亲姗姗来迟的支票而错过任何一个报到截止日期。

你们瞧,对我的父亲来说,这是身为一个男人的责任。

就和我们中的很多人一样,这就是他衡量生命成功与否的方式----能否靠工作让自己的家庭过上体面的生活。

当我逐渐开始了解巴拉克之后,我发现虽然他在美国的另一头长大,他的成长经历却和我惊人地相似。

巴拉克成长在一个单亲家庭里,他的母亲依靠努力工作来维持家庭生活,在她实在无力支持的时候,祖父母也会伸出援手。

巴拉克的祖母最初在社区银行当秘书……她升职很快……但就和其他许多女性一样,她的升职最终还是受到了性别限制。

数年间,那些不如她有能力的男性员工----事实上,还是她亲手培训的男性员工----都被提升到了比她高的职位,挣的钱越来越多,而与此同时,巴拉克一家只能勉强度日。

但一天又一天,她仍然早起去赶公车……比其他任何人都早到公司……她总是做到最好,从不抱怨,从不懊悔。

而且,她常常这样告诉巴拉克:“只要你的孩子过得好,巴,其他什么都不重要。”

就和许许多多美国家庭一样,我们俩的家庭都知足常乐。

他们并不嫉妒其他人的成功,也不在意其他人是否比他们拥有更多……事实上,他们为此心存感激。

他们就是心怀着最根本的美国希望,即是说,哪怕你出身贫寒,只要你努力工作,做好本职,那么你就能让自己过上体面的生活,而你的子女和他们的孩子也会过得越来越好。

他们就是这样把我们养育成人……并且成为了我们的学习榜样。

我们学会了做自尊正派的人----努力工作远比挣钱多少重要……帮助别人比自己争先更有意义。我们学会了做诚实守信的人----要讲究真相……不能妄图走捷径或耍小伎俩……以及公平争取来的成功才算数。

我们学会了感激和谦卑----我们的成功依靠许多人的帮助,从启迪我们的老师到保持学校整洁的校工……我们学会珍惜每个人的贡献,并以尊重待人。

这些是巴拉克和我----以及在场的众多人士----都试图传递给子女的价值观。

我们就是这样的人。

四年前,站在你们面前的我知道,如果巴拉克成为总统,我不愿意这些价值观产生任何改变。

那么,今天,在那么多的艰苦奋斗和胜利,以及我的丈夫所经历过的那么多我从未想象过的考验之后,我亲眼认识到,当总统并不会改变一个人----它只会揭示一个人。

你们瞧,我有幸能近距离亲眼观察当总统是怎么一回事。

我发现放到总统桌上的问题总是难题----那些无论多少数据或数字都无法得出正确答案的难题……那些风险如此之高的选择,根本容不得一星半点的差错。

还有,作为总统,你会收到各种各样的人向你发出的各种各样的建议。

但是到最后,需要做出决定的时刻,作为总统,你所拥有的全部指引就是你的价值观,判断力,以及那些对你影响深远的成长经历。

因此,当说到重建经济的时候,巴拉克想到的是像我的父亲和他的祖母一样的人们。

他想到的是一天辛勤工作所带来的自豪感。

这就是为什么他签署了《莉莉?列得贝塔同工同酬法案》,以帮助女性得到同工同酬的公平权利。

这就是为什么他为工作家庭和小型企业削减了税负,并努力让汽车工业重新起步。

这就是他如何将我们的经济从崩溃的边缘拉回并使其重新开始创造工作机会----让人们能够养家糊口的工作,这些好工作就在这里,在美利坚合众国。

至于我们的家庭健康问题,巴拉克拒绝听从所有那些要他暂缓医疗改革,把问题留给下一任总统的人。

他不在乎这在政治上是不是一件容易的事----这不是他所受到的教育----他在乎的是:做正确的事。

他这样做,是因为他坚信在美国,我们的祖父母们应该能够负担自己的医药费用……我们的孩子生病时必须能够去看医生……而且,在这个国家里,没有人应该因为一场意外或疾病而破产。

他还相信,女性完全有能力对自己的身体和医疗做出选择……这就是我丈夫的立场。

关于给予我们的孩子应有的教育,巴拉克知道,就像我和你们中的许多人一样,如果没有助学金,他永远也不可能完成大学学业。

而且,不管你们信不信,我们刚结婚的时候,我们的学生贷款账单合起来比我们的房贷还要高。

我们是那么年轻,那么相爱,又是那样的负债累累。

这就是为什么巴拉克努力增加助学金,并保持低贷款利率的原因,因为他想让每个年轻人都能达成所愿,而不需要为了进入大学而背负山一样沉重的债务。

所以归根结底,对巴拉克来说,这些并非政治问题----而是个人问题。

因为巴拉克知道一个家庭挣扎度日意味着什么。

他知道想要让下一代和下下一代过上更好的生活意味着什么。

巴拉克懂得什么是美国梦,因为他正用一生去实践它……而他想让生活在这个国度里的每一个人都拥有同样的机会,无论我们是谁,无论我们从哪里来,无论我们肤貌如何,无论我们爱的对象。

而且他认为,当你努力工作,获得成功,并且跨越了那扇机遇的大门之后……你不应该砰地一声关上身后的大门……你应该伸出援助之手,将成功的机会同样给予后来之人。

因此,当人们问我,入主白宫是否改变了我的丈夫的时候,我可以诚实地说,无论是从他的性格,他的信念,他的心灵来看,巴拉克-奥巴马都仍是许多年前我所爱上的那个男人。

他仍是那样一个人,会在自己的事业起步期拒绝高薪工作,而走入一个因钢铁厂的倒闭而陷入困境的社区,为社区的重建和人们重获工作而奋斗……因为对巴拉克来说,成功并不等于你挣的钱,而是你给人们的生活带来的改变。

他仍是那样一个人,当我们的女儿刚出生的时候,隔不了几分钟就急匆匆地查看摇篮,确认她们仍在好好呼吸,并骄傲地向我们认识的每个人展示自己的宝贝女儿。

他还是那个几乎每晚都会坐下来陪我和女儿们吃晚餐,耐心地回答她们关于新闻事件的问题,并为中学生间的友谊问题出谋划策的人。

他还是那个,我常常看到在万籁俱寂的深夜里,仍趴在书桌上钻研人们寄来的信件的人。

写信来的有努力工作支付账单的父亲……有保险公司拒绝赔付医疗费用而命在旦夕的癌症女病人……有具有无限天赋潜力却得不到机会的年轻人。

我能看到他眼里的忧虑……我也能听出他声音中的决心,他说:“你不会相信这些人们在经历些什么,米歇尔……这不对。我们必须继续工作,直到解决这些问题。我们还有更多事情要做。”

我看到人们的这些生活故事----我们所收集的这些奋斗、希望和梦想----我看到这些都是推动巴拉克-奥巴马每一天工作的动力。

我曾以为我不能爱他更多,然而今天,我比四年前更爱我的丈夫了……甚至比23年前我们初见的时候更爱。

我爱他从未忘记自己奋斗的开端。

我爱他值得信任,言行一致,哪怕面临的困难重重----或者说,特别是在困难重重的时刻。

我爱他不在主观上划分敌我----他才不在意你是民主党人,共和党人,或是别的什么党派……他知道我们都爱我们的国家……而他总是乐意聆听好的建议……他总是乐意在遇见的每个人身上发现优点。

我爱他即使在最艰难的时候,当我们都焦虑不安的时候----当我们担心法案不被通过,而看上去已经全局皆输了的时候----巴拉克从不让自己被非议和噪音干扰。

就像他的祖母一样,他只是坚持起床,继续前进……带着耐心和智慧,以及勇气和风度。

他也提醒我,我们在打一场漫长的比赛……改变是艰难的,是缓慢的,它不会一夜来临。

但最终,我们会获得胜利,我们一向如此。

我们的胜利,来源于像我父亲那样的人们……像巴拉克的祖母那样的人们……那些对自己说:“我也许没有机会实现梦想,但也许我的孩子们会有……也许我的孙子孙女们会有……”的男人和女人们。

在场这么多人今天站在这里,是因为牺牲,渴望,以及坚定的爱……因为一次又一次,他们咽下自己的恐惧和疑虑,去战胜困难。

因此,今天,当我们面对的挑战显得铺天盖地----甚至无法战胜的时候----让我们永远不要忘记,行不可能之事正是这个国家的历史……这是我们美国人的根性……这是我们的立国之本。

如果我们的父母和祖父母能为我们艰苦奋斗……如果他们能树立起高耸入云的钢筋大厦,能将人类送上月球,还能轻轻一触按键就连接整个世界……那么,我们当然能继续忘我牺牲,为我们的子女和孙辈建设世界。

如果这么多勇敢的男人和女人能穿上祖国的军装,为我们最基本的权利献出生命……那么,我们作为这个伟大民主国家的公民,当然也能承担我们的责任,来实践这些权利……我们当然能够在选举日拿起选票,发出自己的声音。

如果农民和铁匠们能从一个帝国手中赢得独立……如果移民能放弃他们所熟知的一切,登上我们的海岸,来寻求更好的生活……如果女性们会为争取选举的权利锒铛入狱……如果一代人可以战胜经济衰退,赋予伟大一个永垂不朽的定义……如果一位年轻的牧师能用他正义的理想将我们引导至山顶(注1)……而且如果骄傲的美国人敢于做真正的自己,与自己的所爱之人一起站到神的面前……那么当然,我们当然能够为此国度中的每一个人都提供一个实现伟大的美国梦的公平机会。

因为归根结底,最重要的是,这就是这个国家的历史故事---- 为了植根于毫不退缩的斗争中的毫不动摇的梦想。

这也是造就了我的故事,巴拉克的故事,以及其他众多美国人的故事的来源。

今天,我所说的一切,不仅是出于第一夫人的立场,也不仅是出于一个妻子的立场。

最终,你们会发现,我最重要的头衔仍然是“老妈总司令”。

我的女儿们仍是我的心头肉,我世界的中心。

但是今天,我四年前关于我和巴拉克是否在为女儿们做最正确的事情的疑虑已经烟消云散。

因为今天,我的经历告诉我,如果我真的想要为自己的女儿们,以及我们所有人的儿子和女儿们留下一个更好的世界……如果我们想要给予我们所有的孩子们实现梦想的基础和与他们的潜力相称的机遇……如果我们想要让他们感觉到无限的可能性----相信在这里,在美国,只要你愿意为之努力,就一定会比现在更好……那么,我们就必须比从前更加努力地工作……我们必须再次团结起来,支持这个值得我们信任,会推动着这个国家继续进步的人……我的丈夫,我们的总统,巴拉克・奥巴马总统。

感谢大家,上帝保佑你们,上帝保佑美国。

注1:《圣经》以色列人出埃及的典故,摩西带领以色列人摆脱埃及法老的奴役,他被上帝带到山顶上,看到了“应许之地”。马丁路德金被暗杀之前的最后一场演讲即名为《I've been to the mountaintop》。

以下是英语原文:

Transcript: Michelle Obama's Convention Speech

September 4,2012

Thank you so much, Elaine...we are so grateful for your family's service and sacrifice...and we will always have your back.

Over the past few years as First Lady, I have had the extraordinary privilege of traveling all across this country.

And everywhere I've gone, in the people I've met, and the stories I've heard, I have seen the very best of the American spirit.

I have seen it in the incredible kindness and warmth that people have shown me and my family, especially our girls.

I've seen it in teachers in a near-bankrupt school district who vowed to keep teaching without pay.

I've seen it in people who become heroes at a moment's notice, diving into harm's way to save others...flying across the country to put out a fire...driving for hours to bail out a flooded town.

And I've seen it in our men and women in uniform and our proud military families...in wounded warriors who tell me they're not just going to walk again, they're going to run, and they're going to run marathons...in the young man blinded by a bomb in Afghanistan who said, simply, "...I'd give my eyes 100 times again to have the chance to do what I have done and what I can still do."

Every day, the people I meet inspire me...every day, they make me proud...every day they remind me how blessed we are to live in the greatest nation on earth.

Serving as your First Lady is an honor and a privilege...but back when we first came together four years ago, I still had some concerns about this journey we'd begun.

While I believed deeply in my husband's vision for this country...and I was certain he would make an extraordinary President...like any mother, I was worried about what it would mean for our girls if he got that chance.

How would we keep them grounded under the glare of the national spotlight?

PBS NewsHour/YouTube

First lady Michelle Obama addresses the DNC after being introduced by military mom Elaine Brye, from PBS NewsHour.

How would they feel being uprooted from their school, their friends, and the only home they'd ever known?

Our life before moving to Washington was filled with simple joys...Saturdays at soccer games, Sundays at grandma's house...and a date night for Barack and me was either dinner or a movie, because as an exhausted mom, I couldn't stay awake for both.

And the truth is, I loved the life we had built for our girls...I deeply loved the man I had built that life with...and I didn't want that to change if he became President.

I loved Barack just the way he was.

You see, even though back then Barack was a Senator and a presidential candidate...to me, he was still the guy who'd picked me up for our dates in a car that was so rusted out, I could actually see the pavement going by through a hole in the passenger side door...he was the guy whose proudest possession was a coffee table he'd found in a dumpster, and whose only pair of decent shoes was half a size too small.

But when Barack started telling me about his family ? that's when I knew I had found a kindred spirit, someone whose values and upbringing were so much like mine.

You see, Barack and I were both raised by families who didn't have much in the way of money or material possessions but who had given us something far more valuable ? their unconditional love, their unflinching sacrifice, and the chance to go places they had never imagined for themselves.

My father was a pump operator at the city water plant, and he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis when my brother and I were young.

And even as a kid, I knew there were plenty of days when he was in pain...I knew there were plenty of mornings when it was a struggle for him to simply get out of bed.

But every morning, I watched my father wake up with a smile, grab his walker, prop himself up against the bathroom sink, and slowly shave and button his uniform.

And when he returned home after a long day's work, my brother and I would stand at the top of the stairs to our little apartment, patiently waiting to greet him...watching as he reached down to lift one leg, and then the other, to slowly climb his way into our arms.

But despite these challenges, my dad hardly ever missed a day of work...he and my mom were determined to give me and my brother the kind of education they could only dream of.

And when my brother and I finally made it to college, nearly all of our tuition came from student loans and grants.

But my dad still had to pay a tiny portion of that tuition himself.

And every semester, he was determined to pay that bill right on time, even taking out loans when he fell short.

He was so proud to be sending his kids to college...and he made sure we never missed a registration deadline because his check was late.

You see, for my dad, that's what it meant to be a man.

Like so many of us, that was the measure of his success in life ? being able to earn a decent living that allowed him to support his family.

And as I got to know Barack, I realized that even though he'd grown up all the way across the country, he'd been brought up just like me.

Barack was raised by a single mother who struggled to pay the bills, and by grandparents who stepped in when she needed help.

Barack's grandmother started out as a secretary at a community bank...and she moved quickly up the ranks...but like so many women, she hit a glass ceiling.

And for years, men no more qualified than she was ? men she had actually trained ? were promoted up the ladder ahead of her, earning more and more money while Barack's family continued to scrape by.

But day after day, she kept on waking up at dawn to catch the bus...arriving at work before anyone else...giving her best without complaint or regret.

And she would often tell Barack, "So long as you kids do well, Bar, that's all that really matters."

Like so many American families, our families weren't asking for much.

They didn't begrudge anyone else's success or care that others had much more than they did...in fact, they admired it.

They simply believed in that fundamental American promise that, even if you don't start out with much, if you work hard and do what you're supposed to do, then you should be able to build a decent life for yourself and an even better life for your kids and grandkids.

That's how they raised us...that's what we learned from their example.

We learned about dignity and decency ? that how hard you work matters more than how much you make...that helping others means more than just getting ahead yourself.

We learned about honesty and integrity ? that the truth matters...that you don't take shortcuts or play by your own set of rules...and success doesn't count unless you earn it fair and square.

We learned about gratitude and humility ? that so many people had a hand in our success, from the teachers who inspired us to the janitors who kept our school clean...and we were taught to value everyone's contribution and treat everyone with respect.

Those are the values Barack and I ? and so many of you ? are trying to pass on to our own children.

That's who we are.

And standing before you four years ago, I knew that I didn't want any of that to change if Barack became President.

Well, today, after so many struggles and triumphs and moments that have tested my husband in ways I never could have imagined, I have seen firsthand that being president doesn't change who you are ? it reveals who you are.

You see, I've gotten to see up close and personal what being president really looks like.

And I've seen how the issues that come across a President's desk are always the hard ones ? the problems where no amount of data or numbers will get you to the right answer...the judgment calls where the stakes are so high, and there is no margin for error.

And as President, you can get all kinds of advice from all kinds of people.

But at the end of the day, when it comes time to make that decision, as President, all you have to guide you are your values, and your vision, and the life experiences that make you who you are.

So when it comes to rebuilding our economy, Barack is thinking about folks like my dad and like his grandmother.

He's thinking about the pride that comes from a hard day's work.

That's why he signed the Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act to help women get equal pay for equal work.

That's why he cut taxes for working families and small businesses and fought to get the auto industry back on its feet.

That's how he brought our economy from the brink of collapse to creating jobs again ? jobs you can raise a family on, good jobs right here in the United States of America.

When it comes to the health of our families, Barack refused to listen to all those folks who told him to leave health reform for another day, another president.

He didn't care whether it was the easy thing to do politically ? that's not how he was raised ? he cared that it was the right thing to do.

He did it because he believes that here in America, our grandparents should be able to afford their medicine...our kids should be able to see a doctor when they're sick...and no one in this country should ever go broke because of an accident or illness.

And he believes that women are more than capable of making our own choices about our bodies and our health care...that's what my husband stands for.

When it comes to giving our kids the education they deserve, Barack knows that like me and like so many of you, he never could've attended college without financial aid.

And believe it or not, when we were first married, our combined monthly student loan bills were actually higher than our mortgage.

We were so young, so in love, and so in debt.

That's why Barack has fought so hard to increase student aid and keep interest rates down, because he wants every young person to fulfill their promise and be able to attend college without a mountain of debt.

So in the end, for Barack, these issues aren't political ? they're personal.

Because Barack knows what it means when a family struggles.

He knows what it means to want something more for your kids and grandkids.

Barack knows the American Dream because he's lived it...and he wants everyone in this country to have that same opportunity, no matter who we are, or where we're from, or what we look like, or who we love.

And he believes that when you've worked hard, and done well, and walked through that doorway of opportunity...you do not slam it shut behind you...you reach back, and you give other folks the same chances that helped you succeed.

So when people ask me whether being in the White House has changed my husband, I can honestly say that when it comes to his character, and his convictions, and his heart, Barack Obama is still the same man I fell in love with all those years ago.

He's the same man who started his career by turning down high paying jobs and instead working in struggling neighborhoods where a steel plant had shut down, fighting to rebuild those communities and get folks back to work...because for Barack, success isn't about how much money you make, it's about the difference you make in people's lives.

He's the same man who, when our girls were first born, would anxiously check their cribs every few minutes to ensure they were still breathing, proudly showing them off to everyone we knew.

That's the man who sits down with me and our girls for dinner nearly every night, patiently answering their questions about issues in the news, and strategizing about middle school friendships.

That's the man I see in those quiet moments late at night, hunched over his desk, poring over the letters people have sent him.

The letter from the father struggling to pay his bills...from the woman dying of cancer whose insurance company won't cover her care...from the young person with so much promise but so few opportunities.

I see the concern in his eyes...and I hear the determination in his voice as he tells me, "You won't believe what these folks are going through, Michelle...it's not right. We've got to keep working to fix this. We've got so much more to do."

I see how those stories ? our collection of struggles and hopes and dreams ? I see how that's what drives Barack Obama every single day.

And I didn't think it was possible, but today, I love my husband even more than I did four years ago...even more than I did 23 years ago, when we first met.

I love that he's never forgotten how he started.

I love that we can trust Barack to do what he says he's going to do, even when it's hard ? especially when it's hard.

I love that for Barack, there is no such thing as "us" and "them" ? he doesn't care whether you're a Democrat, a Republican, or none of the above...he knows that we all love our country...and he's always ready to listen to good ideas...he's always looking for the very best in everyone he meets.

And I love that even in the toughest moments, when we're all sweating it ? when we're worried that the bill won't pass, and it seems like all is lost ? Barack never lets himself get distracted by the chatter and the noise.

Just like his grandmother, he just keeps getting up and moving forward...with patience and wisdom, and courage and grace.

And he reminds me that we are playing a long game here...and that change is hard, and change is slow, and it never happens all at once.

But eventually we get there, we always do.

We get there because of folks like my Dad...folks like Barack's grandmother...men and women who said to themselves, "I may not have a chance to fulfill my dreams, but maybe my children will...maybe my grandchildren will."

So many of us stand here tonight because of their sacrifice, and longing, and steadfast love...because time and again, they swallowed their fears and doubts and did what was hard.

So today, when the challenges we face start to seem overwhelming ? or even impossible ? let us never forget that doing the impossible is the history of this nation...it's who we are as Americans...it's how this country was built.

And if our parents and grandparents could toil and struggle for us...if they could raise beams of steel to the sky, send a man to the moon, and connect the world with the touch of a button...then surely we can keep on sacrificing and building for our own kids and grandkids.

And if so many brave men and women could wear our country's uniform and sacrifice their lives for our most fundamental rights...then surely we can do our part as citizens of this great democracy to exercise those rights...surely, we can get to the polls and make our voices heard on Election Day.

If farmers and blacksmiths could win independence from an empire...if immigrants could leave behind everything they knew for a better life on our shores...if women could be dragged to jail for seeking the vote...if a generation could defeat a depression, and define greatness for all time...if a young preacher could lift us to the mountaintop with his righteous dream...and if proud Americans can be who they are and boldly stand at the altar with who they love...then surely, surely we can give everyone in this country a fair chance at that great American Dream.

Because in the end, more than anything else, that is the story of this country ? the story of unwavering hope grounded in unyielding struggle.

That is what has made my story, and Barack's story, and so many other American stories possible.

And I say all of this tonight not just as First Lady...and not just as a wife.

You see, at the end of the day, my most important title is still "mom-in-chief."

My daughters are still the heart of my heart and the center of my world.

But today, I have none of those worries from four years ago about whether Barack and I were doing what's best for our girls.

Because today, I know from experience that if I truly want to leave a better world for my daughters, and all our sons and daughters...if we want to give all our children a foundation for their dreams and opportunities worthy of their promise...if we want to give them that sense of limitless possibility ? that belief that here in America, there is always something better out there if you're willing to work for it...then we must work like never before...and we must once again come together and stand together for the man we can trust to keep moving this great country forward...my husband, our President, President Barack Obama.

Thank you, God bless you, and God bless America.


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