Unit 1 Personal Relationships
The Gift of Life
 The bombs landed in the small village. Nobody knows what these bombs were supposed to hit during the terrible Vietnam War, but they landed in a small orphanage run by a missionary group.
 The missionaries and one or two children were killed, and several children were wounded, including one young girl, about 8 years old, who suffered wounds to her legs.
 A couple of hours later, medical help arrived. The medical help was a young American Navy doctor and an equally young Navy nurse. They quickly found one young girl to be very badly injured, and it was clear that without immediate action, she would die from loss of blood and shock.
 They saw that she had to have blood, but their limited supplies did not include plasma, so a matching blood type was required. A quick blood typing showed that neither American had the correct blood type. Several of the uninjured orphans did.
 The doctor spoke a little Vietnamese, and the nurse spoke a little high-school French. The children spoke no English but some French. Using what little common language they could find, together with a lot of sign language, they tried to explain to these frightened children that unless they could give some blood to their little friend she would certainly die. Then they asked if anyone would be willing to give blood to help.
 Their request was met with wide-eyed silence. Their little patient's life hung in the balance. Yet they could only get the blood if one of these frightened children would agree to give it. After several long moments, a little hand slowly went up, dropped back down, and a moment later went up again.
 "Oh, thank you," the nurse said in French. "What is your name?"
 "Heng," came the reply.
 Heng was quickly laid on a bed, his arm cleaned with alcohol, and the needle inserted into his arm. Through all of this Heng lay stiff and silent.
 After a moment, he let out a long sob, quickly covering his face with his free hand.
 "Is it hurting, Heng?" the doctor asked.
 Heng shook his head silently, but after a few moments another sob escaped, and again he tried to cover up his crying. Again the doctor asked him if the needle in his arm was hurting, and again Heng shook his head.
 But now his occasional sob turned to a steady, silent crying, his eyes held tightly shut, his fist in his mouth trying to stop his sobs.
 The medical team now was very worried because the needle should not have been hurting their tiny patient. Something was obviously very wrong. At this point, a Vietnamese nurse arrived to help, and seeing the little one's tears, spoke rapidly in Vietnamese, listened to his reply, and quickly answered him again. Moving over to pat his head as she talked, her voice was gentle and kind.
 After a moment, the little boy stopped crying, opened his eyes, and looked questioningly at the Vietnamese nurse. When she nodded, a look of great relief spread over his face.
 Looking up, the Vietnamese nurse said quietly to the Americans, "He thought he was dying. He misunderstood you. He thought you had asked him to give all his blood so the little girl could live."
 "But why would he be willing to do that?" asked the Navy nurse.
 The Vietnamese nurse repeated the question to the little boy, who answered simply, "She's my friend."
 Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for a friend.
2 传教士和一两个孩子已经丧生，还有几个孩子受了伤，其中有一个小女孩，8 岁左右，她的双腿被炸伤。
Love Thy Neighbor
by Andy Rooney
 It seems to me that neighbors are going out of style in America. The friend next door from whom you borrowed four eggs or a ladder has moved, and the people in there now are strangers.
 Some of the old ideas about neighbors are probably silly, and it may be just as wellthat our relations with our neighbors are changing. The religious teaching to "Love Thy Neighbor" was probably a poor translation of what must have originally been "Respect Thy Neighbor".Love doesn't exist just because we want it to.
 Fewer than half the people in the United States live in the same house they lived in five years ago, so there's no reason to love the people who live next door to you just because they happened to buy a house next door to yours. The only thing neighbors have in common to begin with is being close, and unless something more develops, thatisn’t
reason enoughto be best friends. It sometimes happens, but the chancesare very small that your neighbors will be your choice as friends. Or that you will be theirs, either.
 The best relationship with neighbors is one of friendly distance. You say hello, you sometimes talk if you see them in the yard, you discuss problems and you help each other when help is needed. The bushes or the fence between you is not a cold shoulder, but a clear boundary. We all like clearly defined boundaries for ourselves.
 If neighbors have changed, neighborhoods have not. They still have the same parts. If you live in a real neighborhood you can be sure most of the following people will be found there:
－One family with more children than they can take care of.
－A dogthat gets into garbage cans.
－One big, beautiful home with a family so rich that they really aren't part of the neighborhood.
－A bad child who steals or sets fire to things, although no one has ever been able to prove it.
－People who leave their Christmas lights up until March.
－Someone who doesn't cut their grass more than twice a summer.
－Someone who cuts their grass twice a week and one of the times always seems to be Sunday morning at 7:30.
－A family that never seems to turn off any lights in the house.
－A teenager who plays the radio too loud in the summer with the windows open.
－Someone who leaves their barking dog out until 11:30 most nights.
－One mystery couple. They come and go but hardly anyone ever sees them and no one knows what they do.
－A couple that has loud parties all the time with guests that take an hour to leave once they get outside and start shouting good-bye to each other.
－Someone who doesn't pull the shades.
 It is easier to have a longing about a past neighborhood than about a past community, but a community is probably a better unit. A neighborhood is just a group of people who live close together, but a community is a group of people who put aside their own concerns to get some important things done for a larger group.
2 有些关于邻居的老观念也许是荒谬的。我们与邻居之间的关系正在发生变化，这也许是该庆幸的事。宗教上教导我们要“热爱你的邻居” ，其原文很可能为“尊敬你的邻居” ，但没有把它翻译好。爱不会因为我们希望有爱而存在。
We All Need Friends
by Melinda Marshall
 Having good old friends is a good thing, but making new ones can be even better. No matter what age we are, all of us appreciate the support and help which friends give us.
The help may be for only a small thing, or it may be for something that could save our life. The size of the help or support is not really the most important thing, but the fact of having friends is very important.
 I've just made a new friend, Joan. She's not just another person I can talk with or wave to as we pass one another on the street, but a good friend. She is someone who will go out with me for lunch, or drop by my home for a cup of tea. She is someone who will listen and make me feel understood the next time I may feel sad or worried for no apparent reason.
 This is no small matter for me. I barely have enough time or energy to keep up with my old friends, let alonemake new ones. But, as I grow older -- and I am now 35 years old -- it is important to me to have a safety net of friends. Holes keep opening up in the net as old friends move away. I've got to spend the energy now to include new friends.
 Making friends is a lot like dating after a terrible breakup. You hesitate and drag your feet because you can't believe you have to start over again. But when you do, it's not half as hard as you thought it would be, and it's twice as rewarding as you might have hoped.
 For example, I almost didn't meet Joan who is now one of my best friends. We were at the city swimming pool, waiting for our 5-year-old sons to finish their swimming lessons. Joan was reading a book that I had read for my book club, and I wanted to say something, but didn't. It was almost as if I'd lost the ability to say hello.
 In the locker room we were together again as our sons got dressed and ready to go home. I said, mostly to her back, "What do you think of Amy Tan's writing?" She turned around, and like a teenager, I blushed. "Oh," she said, "I'm really enjoying The Bonesetter's Daughter. I read Joy Luck Club, and she's been my favoritewriter since then."
 We talked after the next two lessons, compared our reading lists, and chased our sons out of the dressing room again. By the fifth swimming lesson, we arranged to spend a day together shopping in the city. That's pretty wild, don't you think for a person of my age?
 I didn't always choose my friends. For years, I let fate choose them for me. A new job, a new city, an expensive apartment made me be friends with people I'd never have said hello to otherwise. But, as I grew older I grew impatient with some of my friends, and I decided that accidental relationships don't always survive changes in life. Those types of friends don't often help you during life's difficult times when you really need help.
 We can be ourselves with our friends, and that is a wonderful thing; too precious
a gift to deny other friends. It really doesn't take that much time, or that much effort to share the gift of making friends.
3 这对我来说可不是一件小事。仅与老友们保持联系，已经使我在时间和精力上勉为其难了，更不用说结交新朋友了。但是随着年龄的增长——现在我已经有35 岁了——拥有一张安全的朋友关系网变得重要了。随着老朋友的离开，这张网出现了一个个缺口。我现在需要花一些精力去结识新朋友。