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　　：與父親共舞

　　I am dancing with my father at my parents' 50th-wedding-anniver-sary celebration. The band is playing an old-fashioned waltz as we move gracefully across the floor. His hand on my waist is as guiding as it always was, and he hums the tune to himself in a steady, youthful way. Around and around we go, laughing and nodding to the other dancers.

　　We are the best dancers on the floor, they tell us. My father squeezes my hand and smiles at me. All the years that I refused to dance with him melt away now. And those early times come back.

　　I remember when I was almost three and my father came home from work, swooped me into his arms and began to dance me around the table. My mother laughed at us, told us dinner would get cold. But my father said, "She's just caught the rhythm of the dance! Our dinner can wait." Then he sang out, "Roll out the barrel, let's have a barrel of fun," and I sang back, "Let's get those blues on the run."

　　We danced through the years. One night when I was 15, lost in some painful, adolescent mood. My father put on a stack of records and teased me to dance with him. "C'mon," he said, "let's get those blues on the run."

　　When I turned away from him, my father put his hand on my shoulder, and I jumped out of the chair screaming, "Don't touch me! I am sick and tired of dancing with you!" I saw the hurt on his face, but words were out and I could not call them back. I ran to my room sobbing hysterically.

　　We did not dance together after that night. I found other partners, and my father waited up for me after dances, sitting in his favorite chair. Sometimes he would be asleep when I came in, and I would wake him, saying, "If you were so tired, you should have gone to bed."

　　"No, no," he'd say, "I was just waiting for you."

　　Then we'd lock up the house and go to bed.

　　My father waited up for me through my high school and college years when I danced my way out of his life

　　Shortly after my first child was born; my mother called to tell me my father was ill. "A heart problem," she said, "now, don't come. It's three hundred miles. It would upset your father."

　　A proper diet restored him to good health. My mother wrote that they had joined a dance club. "The doctor says it's a good exercise. You remember how your father loves to dance."

　　Yes, I remembered. My eyes filled up with remembering.

　　When my father retired, we mended our way back together again; hugs and kisses were common when we visited each other. He danced with the grandchildren, but he did not ask me to dance. I knew he was waiting for an apology from me. I could never find the right words.

　　As my parents' 50th anniversary approached, my brothers and I met to plan the party. My older brother said, "Do you remember that night you wouldn't dance with him? Boy, was he mad? I couldn't believe he'd get so mad about a thing like that. I'll bet you haven't danced with him since."

　　I did not tell him he was right.

　　My younger brother promised to get the band. "Make sure they can play waltzes and polkas," I told him.

　　I did not tell him that all I wanted to do was dance once more with my father.

　　When the band began to play after dinner, my parents took the floor. They glided around the room, inviting the others to join them. The guests rose to their feet, applauding the golden couple. My father danced with his granddaughters, and then the band began to play the "Beer Barrel Polka".

　　"Roll out the barrel," I heard my father singing. Then I knew it was time. I wound my way through a few couples and tapped my daughter on the shoulder.

　　"Excuse me," I said, looking directly into my father's eyes and almost choking on my words, "but I believe this is my dance."

　　My father stood rooted to the spot. Our eyes met and traveled back to that night when I was 15. In a trembling voice, I sang, "Let's get those blues on the run."

　　My father bowed and said, "Oh, yes. I've been waiting for you."

　　Then he started to laugh, and we moved into each other's arms.

　　：寬恕

　　To forgive may be divine, but no one ever say it was easy. When someone is deeply hurt you, it can be extremely difficult to let go of your grudge. But forgiveness is possible and it can be surprisingly beneficial to your physical and mental health.

　　"People who forgive show less depression, angle and stress and more hopefulness” said Fredrick PHD, author of “Forgive for good.” So, it can help save wear and tear for our organ reduce wearing out of our immune system and allow people to feel more vital.

　　So how do you start to help heeling, try the following steps. Clam yourselves, to defuse your angle, try a simple stress management technique. Take a couple of breathes and think of something that give you pleasure. A beautiful scene of nature or someone you love. Fredrick said” don’t wait for an apology, many times the person who hurt you have no intention of apologizing.” Fredrick said” they may not want to hurt you or just don’t see things the same way. So if you wait for people to apology, you could be waiting for awfully longtime.”

　　Keep in mind that the forgiveness does not necessary mean reconciliation with the person who upset you or condoning his or her action. Take the control away from your offender, mentally replaying your hurt gives power to the person who causes your pain. Instead focusing on your wonder felling, learn to look for the love, beauty and kindness around you. ” Fredrick said” try to see things from the other persons prospective, if you empathize with that person, you may realize he or she may acting of ignorance, fear, even love. To gain prospective, you may want to write a letter to yourself from your offender point of view.

　　Recognize the benefit of the forgiveness, researcher has shown the people who forgive reports more energy, better appetizer and better sleep patterns. Don’t forget to forgive yourselves. For some people, forgiving themselves is the biggest challenge. Fredrick said ” but it can rob you of your self- confidence if you don’t do it.”