周末，去看望病重的朋友，短短的一個多月，她瘦了 20 多磅，握著她骨感的手臂，我說不出話來。她卻還在那搞笑，你看，我的腿，我的腰，我的減肥計劃終於成功了，雖然有點晚了。
和她坐在花園裏聊天。她又一次坦然地說起生命的珍貴，得了這個病，不知道能活多久。好在，她也沒有遺憾。想做的必需做的，都嚐試了盡力了，該經曆的也都經曆了。雖然做過一些錯事和傻事，卻從中明白了自己，理解了人群。她提起了The man in the mirror, 你知道嗎，我很為自己自豪。我的一生，都在問自己，問鏡子裏麵的那個人。
The Man In The Mirror
When you get all you want and you struggle for self,
and the world makes you king for a day,
then go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your mother, your father or wife
whose judgment upon you must pass,
but the man, whose verdict counts most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass.
He's the fellow to please,
never mind all the rest.
For he's with you right to the end,
and you've passed your most difficult test
if the man in the glass is your friend.
You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world,
down the highway of years,
and take pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
if you've cheated the man in the glass.
