学习啦【英语美文欣赏】 韦彦时间：2017-09-08 17:09:23我要投稿
Job was not a brilliant man. He swept floors for a living. He believed that Tarzan was a real man， and that all those movies were really documentaries of Tarzan’s life. He was the butt of many jokes， yet he taught me about the essence of a “real man”： love and respect for women， honor， kindness and gentleness.
Job embraced life in unexpected， simple ways. He showed up for work， on time. He never bragged about himself， and he loved only one woman—his wife， Molly.Job filled a void in my life. He was principled and straightforward in my world of dishonor and lies. He loved me as his very own grandchild， even though he was a year younger than my father.
I will never forget my graduation from high school. That was a day of hopeless inevitability for me.My father， who was a heavy drinker， began his celebration very early in the day. By the time we conGREgated in the high school gymnasium my father had congratulated himself through nearly a case of beer.
I tried to be invisible within a sea of faces.I wanted to run away.Disappear.Most of all I wanted no one to guess whose kid I was.I was betrayed by my last name， which began with the letter “A，” so I was the first graduate on the first row. Being a red-head gave me even more exposure， and the baccalaureate speaker， who had never met me， decided to use me as his 1audio-visual aid.
“This young lady， this bright young lady， with the bright red hair.” His voice rolled through the auditorium in 1sonorous phrases， as I sank lower in my seat.Over to my left， at the door of the auditorium， was a seating arrangement for the “elderly.”And there sat Molly， age 61， and Job， age 47， with all of the grandparents. My heart ached when I looked at them， wishing with all my heart that I were， truly， their grandchild.
As the speaker continued with his speech， he reached a point where he had an uncontrollable urge to introduce “all the wonderful people， who have made this day possible!”
“All the siblings of the graduates， please， stand.”I slipped lower in my seat， glancing hurriedly around， hoping to remain invisible.
“Now， all the parents， please stand.”Dear Lord， I thought， I’m sure my father can’t stand， even if he wanted to.I didn’t bother to look around.
“Now the grandparents...”I closed my eyes， dreading the hopelessness of my situation.I had no grandparent to stand proudly for me. I finally opened my eyes， and there they were， Job and Molly， standing proudly with all the other grandparents. Job looked over at me， his eyes beaming like diamonds.
“I’m so proud of you，” he smiled as he mouthed the words that I will never forget. I knew that he stood there， not out of duty， but because of his love for me!
If I had my life to live over...I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was strained and the sofa faded.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up onasummer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television-and more while watching life.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretendingtheearth would go into a holding patter if I were not there fortheday.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical，would not show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
there would have been more I love yous ... more I'm sorrys...but mostly， given another shots at life， I would seize every minute... look at it and really see it...live it...and never give it back.
The Giving Treeswas a single parent of four small children， working at a minimum-wage job. Money was always tight， but we had a roof over our heads， food on the table， clothes on our backs， and if not a lot， always enough. My kids told me that in those days they didn't know we were poor. They just thought Mom was cheap. I've always been glad about that.
It was Christmas time，and although there wasn't' money for a lot of gifts，we planned to celebrate with church and family， parties and friends，drives downtown to see the Christmas lights，special dinners，and by decorating our home.
But the big excitement for the kids was the fun of Christmas shopping at the mall. They talked and planned for weeks ahead of time， asking each other and their grandparents what they wanted for Christmas. I dreaded it. I had saved $120 for presents to be shared by all five of us.
The big day arrived and we started out early. I gave each of the four kids a twenty dollar bill and reminded them to look for gifts about four dollars each. Then everyone scattered. We had two hours to shop; then we would meet back at the "Santa's workshop" display.
Back in the car driving home，everyone was in high Christmas spirits， laughing and teasing each other with hints and clues about what they had bought. My younger daughter， Ginger， who was about eight years old，was unusually quiet. I noted she had only one small， flat bag with her after her shopping spree. I could see enough through the plastic bag to tell that she had bought candy bars - fifty-cent candy bars! I was so angry. What did you do with that twenty dollar bill I gave you? I wanted to yell at her， but I didn't say anything until we got home. I called her into my bedroom and closed the door，ready to be angry again when I asked her what she had done with the money. This is what she told me："I was looking around， thinking of what to buy，and I stopped to read the little cards on one of the Salvation Army's 'Giving Trees.' One of the cards was for a little girl， four years old，and all she wanted for Christmas was a doll with clothes and a hairbrush. So I took the card off the tree and bought the doll and hairbrush for her and took it to the Salvation Army booth.
"I only had enough money left to buy candy bars for us，" Ginger continued. "But we have so much and she doesn't have anything."
I never felt so rich as I did that day.