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帕蒂,快跑！
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还在帕蒂·威尔逊少不更事的年龄，医生就告诉她，她是个癫痫病患者。她父亲吉姆·威尔逊是个坚持晨练的人。有一天，帕蒂透过牙箍笑着说：“爸爸，我真想和你一起每天去跑步，就是怕我的病会发作。”
她爸爸回答：“如果你发病，我知道怎样处理，咱们开始吧，”
就这样，他父女俩每天坚持跑步。这种经历很美妙，帕蒂跑步时从没犯过病。几周后，帕蒂说：“爸爸，我真想打破女子长跑记录。” 爸爸查阅了吉尼斯世界纪录大全，发现女子跑步最远的记录是八十英里。上高一时帕蒂宣布：“我要从奥兰治县跑到旧金山（全程四百英里）。”上高二时她说：“我要跑到俄勒冈州的波特兰（全程超过一千五百英里）。”上高三时，她说：“我要跑到圣路易斯（全程大约两千英里）。”上高四时她说：“我要跑到白宫（三千英里之外）。” 考虑到帕蒂的生理缺陷，她是个既雄心勃勃又热力四射的女孩。她说她仅仅视身患癫痫为不便。她关注的不是自己失去了什么，而是她还拥有什么。 那一年，她跑到了旧金山，身着一件T恤，上写着大字“我爱癫痫病患者”。她父亲陪她跑室完了每一英里。她身为护理人员的母亲，在一辆越野车上紧随其后以防不测。 上高二时，帕蒂的同学们跟在她身后一起跑。他们做了一张大海报，上写“帕蒂,快跑！”这后来成为她的座右铭，也成了她所写书的书名。在她第二次长跑，去波特兰途中，她脚部骨折。医生告诉她要终止跑步。医生说：“我必须给你的脚踝打上石膏，以免落下终生残疾。” 她说：“医生，你不了解，我跑步不是一时心血来潮，而是一种让人难以释怀的迷恋。我这样做不仅仅是为了我自己，而是要打碎一直在限制人们思维的枷锁。还有没有办法让我继续跑步？”医生给出了一个选择，不打石膏，可以用黏合剂包扎。但这会极度痛苦，医生说：“还会起泡。”帕蒂让医生帮她包扎起来。 她坚持跑到了波特兰，最后一英里是由俄勒冈州州长陪同她一起跑的。你可以看到头版头条上的标题是“一个超级跑者帕蒂·威尔逊在她十七岁生日时完成癫痫病患者马拉松长跑”。 经过四个月几乎连续不断的跑步，帕蒂从西海岸跑到了东海岸，她跑到了华盛顿，和美国总统握手时，她说：“我想让人们知道癫痫病患者和正常人一样，可以过正常生活。” 前不久，我在一个研讨会上讲了这个故事，之后，一个大个子男子眼含热泪走过来，他伸出肥厚的手掌说：“马克，我就是吉姆·威尔逊，你刚才讲的是我女儿帕蒂的故事。”他告诉我，由于她的崇高努力，他们已经筹集了足够的资金，在全国开办了十九所超过百万美元的癫痫病研究中心。 如果帕蒂·威尔逊以残疾之躯能够做到这些，那我们一个完全健康的人，应该怎样做才能超越自己呢？ "Run, Patti, Run!" At a young and tender age, Patti Wilson was told by her doctor that she was an epileptic. Her father, Jim Wilson, is a morning jogger. One day she smiled through her braces and said, "Daddy what I'd really love to do is run with you every day, but I'm afraid I'll have a seizure." Her father told her, "If you do, I know how to handle it, so let's start running!" That's just what they did every day. It was a wonderful experience for them to share and there were no seizures at all while she was running. After a few weeks, she told her father, "Daddy, what I'd really love to do is break the world's long-distance running record for women." Her father checked the Guiness Book of World Records and found that the farthest any woman had run was 80 miles. As a freshman in high school, Patti announced, "I'm going to run from Orange County up to San Francisco." (A distance of 400 miles.) "As a sophomore," she went on, "I'm going to run to Portland, Oregon." (Over 1500 miles.) "As a junior I'll run to St. Louis." (About 2000 miles) "As a senior I'll run to the White House." (More than 3000 miles away.) In view of her handicap, Patti was as ambitious as she was enthusiastic, but she said she looked at the handicap of being an epileptic as simply "an inconvenience." She focused not on what she had lost, but on what she had left. That year, she completed her run to San Francisco wearing a T-shirt that read, "I Love Epileptics." Her dad ran every mile at her side, and her mom, a nurse, followed in a motor home behind them in case anything went wrong. In her sophomore year, Patti's classmates got behind her. They built a giant poster that read, "Run, Patti, Run!" (This has since become her motto and the title of a book she has written.) On her second marathon, en route to Portland, she fractured a bone in her foot. A doctor told her she had to stop her run. He said, "I've got to put a cast on your ankle so that you don't sustain permanent damage." "Doc, you don't understand," she said. "This isn't just a whim of mine, it's a magnificent obsession! I'm not just doing it for me, I'm doing it to break the chains on the brains that limit so many others. Isn't there a way I can keep running?" He gave her one option. He could wrap it in adhesive instead of putting it in a cast. He warned her that it would be incredibly painful, and he told her, "It will blister." She told the doctor to wrap it up. She finished the run to Portland, completing her last mile with the governor of Oregon. You may have seen the headlines: "Super Runner, Patti Wilson Ends Marathon For Epilepsy On Her 17th Birthday." After four months of almost continuous running from West Coast to the East Coast, Patti arrived in Washington and shook the hand of the President of United States. She told him, "I wanted people to know that epileptics are normal human beings with normal lives." I told this story at one of my seminars not long ago, and afterward a big teary-eyed man came up to me, stuck out his big meaty hand and said, "Mark, my name is Jim Wilson. You were talking about my daughter, Patti." Because of her noble efforts, he told me, enough money had been raised to open up 19 multi-million-dollar epileptic centers around the country. If Patti Wilson can do so much with so little, what can you do to outperform yourself in a state of total wellness? | 
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