人生不設(shè)限·美是盲目的

你知道什么是真正可笑的嗎?虛榮心非?？尚Γ?yàn)楫?dāng)你認(rèn)為自己漂亮、性感、值得登上時(shí)尚雜志的封面時(shí)，生命馬上會(huì)讓你知道，美真的是由觀者決定的，而且外在的美根本無法與內(nèi)在美相提并論。

Do you know what is really laughable? Vanity is hilarious, because just as soon as you think you are looking good and sexy and worthy of the cover of People magazine, along comes a life lesson to make you realize that beauty really is in the eyes of the beholder, and what is on the outside is not nearly as important as what is on the inside.

最近我遇到一位澳大利亞的盲眼小女孩，我們一起參加一項(xiàng)叫作“樂跑”的活動(dòng)，為貧窮的孩子募集醫(yī)療設(shè)備。這個(gè)女孩大約五歲，活動(dòng)結(jié)束后，她媽媽介紹她跟我認(rèn)識(shí)，并向她解釋我生來沒有手也沒有腳。

Recently I met a young Australian girl who is blind. We were doing a Fun Run to raise money to provide medical equipment for needy kids. This girl was about five years old. Her mum introduced her to me after the event. The mother explained to her that I'd been born with no arms and no legs.

盲眼的朋友通常會(huì)要求碰觸我的身體，好了解沒有四肢是什么模樣。我不介意，所以當(dāng)這個(gè)女孩問她媽媽可不可以讓她自己“看看”是怎么回事時(shí)，我同意了。她媽媽牽著她的手從我的肩膀摸起，一直摸到我的小左腳。小女孩的反應(yīng)很有趣，當(dāng)她碰到我空蕩蕩的肩窩和奇怪的小左腳時(shí)，顯得很平靜;然后，當(dāng)她把手放到我臉上時(shí)，她尖叫了起來!

Blind people sometimes ask to touch my body so they can comprehend what someone without limbs is like. I don't mind it, so when this girl asked her mother if she could "see" for herself, I gave permission. Her mum guided her hand over my shoulders and over my little left foot. The girl's reaction was interesting. She was very calm as she felt my empty shoulder sockets and my strange little foot. Then when she put her hands on my face, she screamed!

這也太好笑了吧。

It was hilarious.

“怎么了，我長太帥嚇到你了嗎?”我笑著問道。

"What? My beautiful face scares you?" I asked, laughing.

“不是了!你怎么都是毛?你是狼嗎?”

"No! It's that hair all over you! Are you a wolf?"

她從來沒摸過絡(luò)腮胡，所以摸到我的胡子時(shí)，她嚇壞了。她跟她媽媽說，我臉上有這么多毛還真可憐。對(duì)于什么叫作有魅力，這個(gè)女孩有她自己的想法——我的胡子顯然不是她的菜。我倒不會(huì)生氣，反而很高興再次被提醒：美是由觀者的眼睛和觸摸所定義的。

She had never felt a beard before. When she touched my stubble, she freaked out. She told her mother that it was sad I was so hairy! This girl had her own idea of what was attractive, and obviously my beard was not on the list. I wasn't offended. I was glad to be reminded that beauty is definitely in the eyes—and touch—of the beholder.