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每天都是幸运日
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每周我在内华达大学讲三次经济学。上周一，上课伊始，我愉快地问学生们，周末过得怎么样。一个年轻人说他过得不怎么好，他拔了颗智齿。这位年轻人问我为什么看上去总是那么愉快。
他的问题使我想起以前读过的一点东西。“每日清晨一起床，你可以选择如何对待这一天的生活，”我说：“我选择的是愉快。”
“给大家举个例子,”面向全班六十名学生，我继续说：“除了在这里教课外，我还出去在亨德森社区学院兼课，一个从我的住处沿高速开车需行驶十七英里的地方。几周前有一天，我开车去亨德森，跑完那十七英里，一下高速，转上学院路，离学院还剩四分之一英里的路程。正在那时，我的车熄火了。我尝试再次启动，毫无结果。因此，我打开双闪，抓起书，一路步行到学院。”
一到学院，我就给美国汽车协会打电话，让他们安排一辆拖车在我课后来接我。院长秘书问我发生了什么事。我笑着回答：“今天是我的幸运日。”“你的车坏了，今天却是你的幸运日？”她大惑不解：“你这话什么意思？”
“我的住处离这十七英里。”我回答道：“我的车可以坏在沿途任何地方。但它没有，而是坏在了最完美的地方：下了高速，离这只有几步之遥。我还能上课，并能安排一辆拖车课后来接我。如果我的车今天注定要坏的话，没有比这种安排更方便的了。”
“秘书的眼睛睁得大大的，接下来，她笑了，我也笑了，然后我朝班级走去。”故事讲完了。
我扫视了一眼内华达大学经济课堂上的六十张脸，尽管时间很早，好像没有一个人在睡觉。我的故事从某种程度上触动了他们，抑或根本不是故事本身。实际上，这一切始于一个学生注意到我很愉快。
附：原文
I teach economics at UNLV three times per week. Last Monday, at the beginning of class, I cheerfully asked my students how their weekend had been. One young man said that his weekend had not been so good. He had his wisdom teeth removed.The young man then proceeded to ask me why I always seemed to be so cheerful. His question reminded me of something I'd read somewhere before: "Every morning when you get up, you have a choice about how you want to approach life that day," I said. "I choose to be cheerful." "Let me give you an example," I continued, addressing all sixty students in the class. "In addition to teaching here at UNLV, I also teach out at the community college in Henderson,17 miles down the freeway from where I live. One day a few weeks ago I drove those 17 miles to Henderson.I exited the freeway and turned onto college drive. I only had to drive another quarter mile down the road to the college. But just then my car died. I triedto start it again, but the engine wouldn't turn over. So I put my flashers on,grabbed my books, and marched down the road to the college." "Assoon as I got there I called AAA and arranged for a tow truckto meet me at my car after class. The secretary in the provost 's office asked me what has happened.'This is my lucky day,' I replied, smiling. “Your car breaks down and today is your lucky day? ”she was puzzled. “What do you mean?” “Ilive 17 miles from here.' I replied. 'My car could have broken down anywhere along the freeway. It didn't. Instead, it broke down in the perfect place: off the freeway, within walking distance of here. I'm still able to teach my class,and I've been able to arrange for the tow truck to meet me after class. If my car was meant to break down today, it couldn't have been arranged in a more convenient fashion.'" "The secretary's eyes opened wide, and then she smiled. I smiled back and headed for class." So ended my story. I scanned the sixty faces in my economics class at UNLV. Despite the early hour, no one seemed to be asleep. Somehow, my story had touched them. Or maybe it wasn't the story at all. In fact, it had all started with a student's observation that I was cheerful.
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