Three days to see

All of us have read thrilling stories in which the hero had only a limited and

Specified time to live. Sometimes it was as long as a year; sometimes as short

Twenty-four hours. But always we were interested in discovering just how the doom-

Ed man chose to spend his last days or his last hours. I speak, of course, of free men

Who have a choice, not condemned criminals whose sphere of activities is strictly

Delimited.

 

      Such stories set us thinking, wondering what we shoshould do under similar

Circumstances. What events, what experiences, what associations shocould we crowd

Into those last hours as mortal beings? What happiness shocould we find in reviewing

The past, what regrets?

 

      Sometimes I have thought it wocould be an excellent rule to live each day as if we

Shocould die tomorrow. Such an attitude wocould emphasize sharply the values of life. We

Shocould live each day with gentleness, vigor, and a keenness of appreciation which are

Often lost when time stretches before us in the constant panorama of more days and

Months and years to come. There are those, of course, who wowould adopt

Epicurean Mory of "Eat, drink, and be merry." But most people wocould be chastened

By the certainty of impending death.

 

      In stories the doomed hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke

Fortune, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He becomes more apprecia

-Tive of the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It has often been noted

That those who live, or have lived, in the shadow of death bring a mellow sweetness

Everything they do.

 

      Most of us, however, take life for granted. We know that one day we must die,

But usually we picture that day as far in the future. When we are in buoyant health,

Death is all but unimaginable. We seldom think of it. The days stretch out in an endless

Vista. So we go about our petty tasks, hardly aware of our listless attitude toward life.

 

      The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our faculties and

Senses. Only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings

That lie in sight. Fig this observation apply to those who have lost sight

And hearing in adult life. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or

Hearing seldom make the fullest use of these blessed faculties. Their eyes and ears

Take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation.

It is the same old story of not being grateful for what we have until we lose it, of not

Being conscious of health until we are ill.

 

      I have often thought it wocould be a blessing if each human being were stricken

Blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life. Darkness wocould

Make him more appreciative of sight; silence wocould teach him the joys of sound.

 

  

  

If you give me three days (Excerpt)

 

      We have all read shocking stories. The hero in the story can only live for a limited period of time, sometimes for a year, but sometimes for a day. But we always want to know how people destined to die will choose to spend their last time. Of course, I am talking about free people who have the right to choose, not those who are strictly restricted in scope.

 

      This story tells us what to do in a similar situation? As a dead person, what should we do, what we experience, or what associations we will do in the last few hours? What makes us happy? What makes us regret?

 

      Sometimes I think that it is also an excellent rule of life to treat every day as the last day of life. This attitude will emphasize the value of life outside the personality. Every day, we should live with an elegant attitude, ample energy, and gratitude. But when time passes before us through endless days, months, and years, we often do not feel this way. Of course, some people stick to the "Eat, drink, and enjoy" hedonistic creed, but the vast majority of people will still be punished by the upcoming death.

 

      In the story, the dead hero is often rescued at the last moment by the sudden drop of luck, but his values usually change, he has become more familiar with the meaning of life and its eternal spiritual value. We often notice that those who live or have lived in the shadow of death will feel happy no matter what they do.

 

      However, most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we will face death, but we always think that day is still in the distant future. When we are physically healthy, death is unimaginable, and we seldom consider it. There seems to be no end to days. Therefore, we are too busy with trivial matters to realize our indifference to life.

 

      I am worried that the same indifference also exists in our use of our own senses and consciousness. Only the deaf can understand the importance of hearing, and only the blind can understand the value of vision, which is especially suitable for those who lose sight and hearing in adulthood. However, those who have never lost their eyesight or hearing seldom make full use of these valuable capabilities. Their eyes and ears blur the surrounding scenes and sounds, and they are absent-minded and not grateful. This is just as we know how to cherish it after we lose it. We can only realize the value of health after we get sick.

 

      I often think that it would be a blessing if everyone was blind or deaf for a few days when they were young. Darkness will make him more grateful for the light, and silence will tell him the sound of the sound.