“Well，there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me，”said Michael.“She asked me if I was allergic to anything.‘Yes，’I said.The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply.I took a deep breath and yelled，‘Gravity.’Over their laughter，I told them，‘I’m choosing to live.Operate on me as if I am alive，not dead.’”
Michael lived，thanks to the skill of his doctors，but also because of his amazing attitude.I learned from him that every day we have a choice to live fully.Attitude is everything.
生活充满选择
迈克尔是那种你真想恨一恨的家伙，他总是乐呵呵的，总是说些积极上进的话。如果有人问他近况如何，他会这样回答：“如果我还能再好，我就成双胞胎了！”他生来就会让人积极进取。
如果哪位雇员有天过得很糟糕，迈克尔会告诉他如何看待问题的积极一面。他的这种方式着实让我好奇，所以有一天我找到迈克尔问：“我真弄不明白。你怎么能总是那样积极乐观？你是如何做到这一点的？”
迈克尔回答说：“每天早晨醒来时我对自己说，‘迈克，今天你有两种选择。你可以选择心情愉快，你也可以选择心情恶劣。’我选择心情愉快。每次什么不愉快的事情发生时，我可以选择成为一个牺牲品，也可以选择从中吸取教训。我选择从中吸取教训。每次有什么人找我来抱怨，我可以选择接受他们的抱怨，也可以选择向他指出生活的积极面。我选择指出生活的积极面。”
“是的，不错。可并不那么容易呀。”我表示异议。
“其实很容易，”迈克尔说，“生活就是选择。从每一事物剔除一切枝节后剩下的都是一种选择。你选择如何应付生活中的种种情形。你选择他人会怎样影响你的情绪。你选择是心情愉快还是心情恶劣。说到底：如何生活是你自己的选择。”我琢磨着迈克尔的这席话。
那以后不久，我离开了工作数年的大企业去创建自己的公司。我们失去了联系，但当我对生活做出一种选择而非对它做出反应时，我时常想起迈克尔。几年之后，我听说迈克尔遭遇一场恶性事故，从一座通讯大楼的60英尺高处掉了下来。
在经历了18个小时的手术和数周的精心护理之后，迈克尔出院了，背部装有金属杆。大约事故半年之后，我见到了迈克尔。当我问他怎么样时，他回答：“如果我还能再好，我就成双胞胎了。想看看我的伤疤吗？”我拒绝看他的伤痕，但的确问了他事故发生时他是怎么想的。
“我首先想到的是我那即将出世的女儿的幸福生活，”迈克尔答道。“当时我躺在地上，我记起我有两种选择：我可以选择活着，也可以选择死。我选择了活。”
“你难道不害怕吗？你失去知觉了吗？”我问。
迈克尔接着说：“……那些护理人员棒极了。他们不停地告诉我我会好的。但当他们把我推进手术室，我看到医生和护士脸上的表情时，我真是吓坏了。在他们的眼里，我读出了‘他是个死人。’我知道我应该采取行动。”
“你采取了什么行动？”我问道。
“有一位人高马大的护士大声冲我问问题，”迈克尔说。“她问我是否对什么过敏。‘是的，’我说。医生和护士都停下手中的活儿等我回答。我深吸一口气大声说出，‘万有引力。’他们的笑声未了，我告诉他们，‘我选择活着。把我当活人而不是死人来做手术。’”
迈克尔活了下来，这要感谢他那些医生的高明医术，但也要归功于他那令人赞叹的态度。我从他那里学到了我们每天都有机会充实地活着，关键是态度。
Run through the Rain
She had been shopping with her Mom in WalMart.She must have been 6years old，this beautiful brown haired，frecklefaced image of innocence.It was pouring outside.The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters，so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout.
We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the WalMart.We waited，some patiently，others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day.I am always mesmerized by rainfall.I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world.Memories of running，splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
Her voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in.“Mom，let’s run through the rain，”she said.
“What？”Mom asked.
“Let’s run through the rain！”She repeated.
“No，honey.We’ll wait until it slows down a bit，”Mom replied.
This young child waited about another minute and repeated：“Mom，let’s run through the rain.”
“We’ll get soaked if we do，”Mom said.
“No，we won’t，Mom.That’s not what you said this morning，”the young girl said as she tugged at her Mom’s arm.
“This morning？When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet？”
“Don’t you remember？When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer，you said，‘If God can get us through this，he can get us through anything！’”
The entire crowd stopped dead silent.I swear you couldn’t hear anything but the rain.We all stood silently.No one came or left in the next few minutes.Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.
Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly.Some might even ignore what was said.But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child’s life.Time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.“Honey，you are absolutely right.Let’s run through the rain.If get wet，well maybe we just needed washing，”Mom said.Then off they ran.
We all stood watching，smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and.They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case.They got soaked.But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.And yes，I did.I ran.I got wet.I needed washing.Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions，they can take away your money，and they can take away your health.But no one can ever take away your precious memories.So，don’t forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day！
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.
雨中的记忆
她和妈妈刚在沃尔玛购完物。这个天真的小女孩应该6岁大了，头发是美丽的棕色，脸上有雀斑。外面下着倾盆大雨。雨水溢满了檐槽，来不及排走，就迫不及待地涌向了大地。
