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Eager Beaver's New Idea

"Do you remember Ying?" My husband asked me casually.

The image of a carefree young woman popped in my mind. "Is the girl you used to work with?" asked I tentatively. 

"Yes, now she is unemployed. She is planning to run a net shop at taobao.net, and she's wondering if you could transfer your diamond shop to her. You could not continue it anyway."

A rush of unpleasant went through my body. This ending, no matter how genuine it is, would still give me some false hope if it remains unsaid. But on this unguarded moment, my husband's words penetrated all the pretending, and imprinted it with some kind of no-turning-back finality.
 
Slightly irritated, I said: "Running a net shop is no piece of cake. You told me that she had changed her job five times for the last year, and none of them could last longer than three months. Then how could she succeed this time? You know how tough it was. Now the situation is even worsening. Competition here just went crazy. You can find thousands similar products for one item. That means, you have to take triple, fourfold efforts to get your things noticed, not mention to sell them. As for the profits, so slender that can be ignored. You should tell her that it would not be easier than any job she once gave up"

"That will simplify things, right? I bet she would lose her interests in a week if she found it's not that easy. Then she would return the shop to you." said my husband hopefully.

I can't help but smiling. That's my husband. Never know how to turn down a girl. But still I found this conversation uncomfortable. "It's a bit iffy. What if she returned with some bad records? My records are always good."

My husband eyed me suspiciously: "It doesn't matter, right? You are not considering reopening it, aren't you? You know you have no energy and time for it…"

"I know, I know. But it is so hard to give up something I once worked so hard on." A trace of annoyance must have crept into my tone, for husband dropped this subject. But my memories of old days have already evoked.

It started with a joke. Who would have imagined I, always confused with figures and no knack for selling at all, could make a success in e-business? In fact, my first deal turned out to be a failure. The profit I gained could barely cover up the delivery fee. I thought that I had stumbled into the wrong field and considered giving up. But the image of the "I-told-you-so" smug look on my husband's face had driven me through all frustrations from its inception. I spent all day immerging in the forums, absorbing all kinds of information like a sponge. Gradually, the business in my little net shop had flourished. I won two little diamonds for my good records. But I had to give up when I got pregnant. It's so all-consuming that I could impossible cope with my job as well as my shop when I was in the family way. After my son was born, I still could find a way to reopen it. I have to stay at home with my boy at weekend, and there is no time to purchase goods.

"So what should I say to Ying?" after a long pause, my husband resumed the subject.

Without plan, without consideration, I said: "Tell her that I am going to open a net translation agency with it." The words had come out spontaneously. I felt surprise to hear them coming out of my mouth, but at once I knew I mean it. How could it never occur to me before?

"Are you serious?" my husband asked.

"Definitely." said I.

I have been translating on sideline for ages, and it sounds great to do it at taobao.net. But I know it involves more than just an I-want. It calls for an extraordinary amount of diligence, dedication, and patience. Still, it is worthy trying.

"Does it pay well?" asked my husband hopefully.

"At taobao.net? who are you kidding for?"
 
 

The Hope

A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as a Christmas present. On Christmas Eve when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was walking around the shiny new car, admiring it.

"Is this your car, Mister?" he said.

Paul nodded. "My brother gave it to me for Christmas." The boy was astounded. "You mean your brother gave it to you and it didn't cost you nothing? Boy, I wish . . ." He hesitated.

Of course Paul knew what he was going to wish for. He was going to wish he had a brother like that. But what the lad said jarred Paul all the way down to his heels.

"I wish," the boy went on, "That I could be a brother like that."

Paul looked at the boy in astonishment, then impulsively he added, "Would you like to take a ride in my car?"

"Oh yes, I'd love that."

After a short ride, the boy turned with his eyes aglow, said, "Mister, would you mind driving in front of my house?"

Paul smiled a little. He thought he knew what the lad wanted. He wanted to show his neighbors that he could ride home in a big automobile. But Paul was wrong again. "Will you stop where those two steps are?" the boy asked.

He ran up the steps. Then in a little while Paul heard him coming back, but he was not coming fast. He was carrying his little crippled brother. He sat him down on the bottom step, then sort of squeezed up against him and pointed to the car.

"There she is, Buddy, just like I told you upstairs.

His brother gave it to him for Christmas and it didn't cost him a cent. And some day I'm gonna give you one just like it . . . then you can see for yourself all the pretty things in the Christmas windows that I've been trying to tell you about."

Paul got out and lifted the lad to the front seat of his car. The shining-eyed older brother climbed in beside him and the three of them began a memorable holiday ride. That Christmas Eve, Paul learned what Jesus meant when he said: "It is more blessed to give... "

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Past and Present

----------------Written by Thomas Hood

 I remember,I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day,

But now,I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away!

I remember,I remember,

The roses,red and white,

The violets,and the lily-cups,

Those flowers made of light!

The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,——

The tree is living yet!

I remember,I remember,

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow.

I remember,I remember,

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

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But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from heaven

Than when I was boy.