The Power Of Love To Transform And To Heal

I believe in love’s humble, practical components and their combined power.

humble:つつましい、控え目な、謙虚な気持ちにさせる
component：構成要素
combine：結合させる

He cried easily and withdrew at the slightest provocation.

withdraw:引っ込める、引き戻す
slightest:わずかな
provocation：怒らせること、興奮、挑発

He hid food in his pillowcase and foraged in garbage cans.

forage:あさる、捜しまわる

I wondered then if he would ever get over the wounds of neglect that the orphanage had beaten into him.

wound:傷
neglect：～を構わずにおく、無視、放置
orphanage：孤児院
beaten：打ち負かされた、疲れ果てた

http://thisibelieve.org/essay/13/

The Last Christmas Tree

He strung some twinkly lights And hung a sign up with a nail;

string:疲れきった
hung up:～をかける

"To trim that trunk and give that tree a drink!"

trim:～を手入れする、～を削る
trunk:幹

And dragged the last Christmas tree Out to the woods.

drag:～を引きずる


http://www.eslmonkeys.com/student/storyroom/story.php?id=7

Never Forget

Your presence is a gift to the world,

You're unique and one of a kind.

Your life can be what you want it to be-

Take it one day at a time.



Count your blessings, not your troubles,

And you'll make it through what comes along.

Within you are so many answers,

Understand, have courage, be strong.



Don't put limits on yourself,

Your dreams are waiting to be realized.

Don't leave your important decisions to chance-

Reach for your peak, your goal, and your prize.



Nothing wastes more energy than worrying -

The longer a problem is carried, the heavier it gets.

Don't take things too seriously -

Live a life of serenity, not a life of regrets.



Remember that a little love goes a long way -

Remember that a lot goes forever.

Remember that friendship is a wise investment,

Life's treasures are people... together.



Have health and hope and happiness,

Take the time to wish on a star.

And don't ever forget for even a day...

How very special YOU are!





http://www.cycnet.com/englishcorner/poem/023.htm





Sometimes I feel sad,I break into tears.
But I have health and many hope.
And I have family,many friends,boyfriends.
I think "How happiness !!"
I don't want to forget "I am happy."

All Men Are My Brothers

I believe that all men are brothers. I really believe that every man on this earth is my brother. He has a soul like mine, the ability to understand friendship, the capacity to create beauty. In all the continents of this world, I have met such men. In the most savage jungles of New Guinea, I have met my brother, and in Tokyo, I have seen him clearly walking before me.

In my brother’s house, I have lived without fear. Once in the wildest part of Guadalcanal I had to spend some days with men who still lived and thought in the old stone age, but we got along together fine. In the South Pacific, on remote islands, I have sailed and fished with brown men who were in every respect the same as I.

Around the world I have lived with my brothers and nothing has kept me from knowing men like myself wherever I went. Language has been no barrier, for once in India, I lived for several days with villagers who didn’t know a word of English. I can’t remember exactly how we got along, but the fact that I couldn’t speak their language was no hindrance. Differences in social custom never kept me from getting to know and like savage Melanesians in the New Hebrides. They ate roast dog, and I ate Army spam, and if we had wanted to emphasize differences, I am sure each of us could have concluded the other was nuts. But we stressed similarities and, so long as I could snatch a Navy blanket for them now and then, we had a fine old time with no words spoken.

It was in these islands that I met a beat-up, shameless old Tonkinese woman. She would buy or sell anything, and in time we became fast friends and I used to sit with her, knowing not a word of her curious language, and we talked for hours. She knew only half a dozen of the vilest English obscenities, but she had the most extraordinary love of human beings and the most infectious sense of this world’s crazy comedy. She was of my blood, and I wish I could see her now.

I believe it was only fortunate experience that enabled me to travel among by brothers and to live with them. Therefore I do not believe it is my duty to preach to other people and insist that they also accept all men as their true and immediate brothers. These things come slow.

Sometimes it takes lucky breaks to open our eyes. For example, if I had never known this wonderful old Tonkinese woman, I might not now think of all Chinese as my brothers. I had to learn, as I believe the world will one day learn. Until such time as experience proves to all of us the essential brotherhood of man, I am not going to preach or scream or rant.

But if I am tolerant of other men’s prejudices, I must insist that they be tolerant of me. To my home in rural Pennsylvania come brown men and yellow men and black men from around the world. In their countries I lived and ate with them. In my country they shall live and eat with me. Until the day I die, my home must be free to receive these travelers and it never seems so big a home or so much a place of love as when some man from India or Japan or Mexico or Tahiti or Fiji shares it with me. For on those happy days, it reminds me of the wonderful affection I have known throughout the world.

I believe that all men are my brothers. I know it when I see them sharing my home.





　

　This essey is long.So I can't understand all means...
But may be,I think James Michener said "人類みな兄弟".
This word is famous too in Japan.
White men,brown men,yellow men and black men in this world.
They speak different words and they have different culture.
But I think All men are brother or sister or friends.
I hope that all men in world have same thought.