chastened by the certainty of impending death。
In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of fortune�but almost always his sense of values is �or have lived�in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness to everything they do。 電子書 分享網站
假如給我三天光明（7）
Most of us�however�take life for �but usually we picture that day as far in the �death is all but �hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life。
The same lethargy�I am afraid�characterizes the use of all our faculties and �only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in �without concentration and with little �of not being conscious of health until we are ill。
I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life。
Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight；silence would teach him the joys of sound。
Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see。
Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods�and I asked her what she had observed…“Nothing in particular�” she �for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little。
How was it possible�I asked myself�to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note？ I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere �or the rough�shaggy bark of a 's ；velvety texture of a flower�and discover its remarkable convolutions；and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to �if I am very fortunate�I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full �the action of which streams through my finger tips。
At times my heart cries out with