Magic
Coat
My
14-year-old son, John, and I spotted the coat simultaneously. It
was hanging on a secondhand clothing store in Northampton Mass,
crammed in with shoddy trench coats and an assortment of sad,
woolen overcoats-a rose among thorns.
While the other coat drooped, this one looked as if it were holding
itself up. The thick, black wool of the double-breasted
chesterfield was soft and unworn The coat had a black velvet
collar, beautiful tailoring a Fifth Avenue label and an
unbelievable price of $28.We looked at each other Saying nothing
but John's eyes gleamed. Dark woolen topcoats were popular just
then with teenage boys but could cost several hundred dollars new.
This coat was even better, bearing that touch of classic elegance
from a bygone's era.
John slid his arms down into the heavy satin lining of the sleeves
and buttoned the coat. He turned from side to side, eyeing himself
in the mirror. The fit was perfect.
John wore the coat to school the next day and came home wearing a
big grin. "Ho,Did the Kids like your coat?" I asked . "They loved
it," he said, carefully folding it over the back of a chair and
smoothing it flat. I started calling him "Lord Chesterfield" and
"The Great Gatsby".
Over the next few weeks, a change came over John. He became more
judicious, more mannerly more thoughtful, eager to please. "Good
dinner, Mom," he would say every evening.
He would generously loan his younger brother his tapes and lecture
him on the niceties of behaviour; he would carry in wood for the
stove. One day when I suggested that he might start on homework
before dinner John---a veteran procrastinator ---said "You're right
, I guess I will."
when I mentioned this incident to one of his teachers and remarked
that I did not know what caused the changes , She said laughing,
"It must be his coat!" Another teacher told him she was giving him
a good mark not only because he had earned it but because she liked
his coat. At the Library, we ran into a friend who had not seen our
children in a long time." Could this be John?" he asked, looking up
to John's new height, assessing the cut of his coat and extending
his hand.
John and I both know we should never mistake a person's clothes for
the real person within them. But there is something to be said for
wearing a standard of excellence for the world to see, for
practicing standards of excellence in thought, speech, and
behavior, and for matching what is on the inside to what is on the
outside.
Sometimes, watching John leave for school, I've remembered with a
keen sting what it felt like to be in the eighth grade---a time
when it was as easy to try on different approaches to life as it
was to try on a coat. The whole world, the whole future is
stretched out ahead, a vast panorama where all the doors are open.
And if I were there right now, I would picture myself walking
through those doors wearing my Magic coat.
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The
Silent Love
That bright springtime,
when they loved each other, she had scattered without him knowing
it the branch full of bitter white of a cherry tree in bloom and a
delicate petal had slipped. like randomly,in the envelope with the
love letter.The petal had faded away before reaching the end of the
long way,leaving behind it only a little spring perfume that made
him smile like one does to a mild memory.And he did not know that
She
had been.
Next Summer, when, for missing him too much, she had got closer
without him knowing it .She was hiding only to send to him the call
of love in that shell she had so long warmed up in her hands before
making it roll over, down to his feet.The hesitating steps leaving
melancholic traces on the sand had stopped near the pearly
shell,brighter and so much different from all the others. and
smiling, he had picked it up and thrown it in the sea waching long
after it,as after a tender thought.And he did not know that she had
been .
The sad autumn that followed.after he had driven her away . She ws
watching him from behind a tree without him knowingit and, Kissing
the falling leaf that had stopped in her hair. She had laid it on
on the water mirror slightly touched by the mild September wind,
blowing it towards him with all warmth of her
heart. He had smiled to the tired leaf stopping at
his feet without understanding why he had felt that he would have
picked it up and embrance it against his chest. And he did not know
that she had been.
That late winter when she wont be any longer without him knowing it
a snowflake made of silk and silver will fall down from the sky
right on his eyelashes and he will smile to the
water drop full of rainbows without knowing why,even smiling. He
will feel like crying.And he will never
know that she had
been.
So long time cant go to my blog .
the bad net almost drive me mad .how can i
improve my poor English .maybe i am lazy myself.however. i am happy
at last all of my friends is so kind to me .
that's the really happy for me. i got so much from
them .eventhough we cant meet in the reallity
forever .i believe we are affected by each other.i
also hope all of my friends can got good lucky
from me and so do i .that will could not be better
.
and i am
quite pleased , too. for the sake of every
dreaming of mine come true bit by bit
.i am sure i can do what i wanna
do not long time .
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she never though
she would meet another man .
especial a man from abroad that's obviously
she merely talked
to him . try to learn English from him . maybe
it's selfish . however , she always so happy when she was be with
him .the lovely smile and the inconstant emotion always can be
emotived her. But also sometimes
she quarralles with him .
Because sometimes he is nothing. seems he say more love in his life
. but Finally she
figure that he only play with
all of his friends. though what have he ever say
to her is so sweet . maybe she
should believe him .and she
does . but why sometimes he could
made her so confused and sad
.She dont care his poor love . seems he
never show his real love to the others . even only
the friendship . But why when he
told her that he has seen her in
his dream and saw her hand pressed by car . and the next day he got
the same . she feel so emotive
.does he lie? there is no need to know it . if she
tell him she dream of him, too. could he believe
?She cant tell him . it's wrong
for her to lose herself for him.but
she dont wanna hide her emotion anymore . so she
choose to flee away.
because she know that's guilty for her to love
another man she dont expect so . and the same
that 's fair to him .he wont got the real love forever for the sake
of his naughty love .
Long
time no go to my own page .So
many things i wanna to do . My
heart looks be broken by the
hardwork,however,i got nothing from what i am doing everyday is
busy . busy for nothing . my life has no any change .
i try to spend everyday of mine in excellent .My
life can be full of pretty color even by a tiny
surprise. but most of it i feel it's grey .i dont
know weither the goal i chasing
is right or not .
actually i got
so much confidence when i learning English and designing pictures .
however, the manner of my relatives is made me so confused .they
dont like i do anything else but housework . i
dont know how to do . in my opinion . i could not live like so
.even i only need more time .my mother still weak .she wont agree i
think .but she also refuse that i take care of her .what can i do
?sometimes i figure she need us . but when we wanna help
her . she would not love to .then how can i do ?
maybe the only thing i can do is blessing for her . be better soon
. So i can do something without any guilty feeling My husband also
need to use computer as usal . sometimes i feel i am selfish .but i
have to .My sisters also so kind to me . however , they really cant
help me.they never thought maybe one day i can
help them as well .i dont need pity .
Evrybody
say i am so happy . but i feel losing something .
when i am happy for my designing work or my English study. or sad
for failure nobody shares it but sevral friend online. in reality
. loneliness has occupied my
heart . i have nowhere to go when my heart
getting grey. Most of the time i walk in the
street with the feeling at sea. No intereted in go shopping
like the others. wallet
is poor . and
the main thing is i think there is no need
to chase fashion . nobody will pay attention to
me.then only strolling alone the stores.watch the people through
the window or gate . that's funny they cant feel my loneliness.
sometimes i like a stray cat but would not like to go home
. then i keep so till i was
tired .
But life should go on .i have no choice.then go on with the life,
that's my choice i think.
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