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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 as twenty-four hours, but always we were interested in discovering just how the doomed 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 up thinking, wondering what we should do under similar circumstances. what associations should we crowd into those last hours as mortal beings what happiness should we find in reviewing the past, what regrets
sometimes i have thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. such an attitude would emphasize sharply the values of life. we should live each day with a gentleness, a 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 would adopt the epicurean motto of “eat, drink, and be merry,” most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death.

most of us 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 task, hardly aware of our listless attitude towards life.
the same lethargy, i am afraid, characterizes the use of our faculties and senses. only the deaf appreciate hearing, only the blind realize the manifold blessings that lie in sight. particularly does 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 sound hazily, without concentration, and with little appreciation. it is the same old story of not being grateful for what we conscious of health until we are ill.
i have often thought it would 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 would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.
now and then i have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. recently i was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and i asked her what she had observed. “nothing in particular,” she replied. i might have been incredulous had i not been accustomed to such responses, for long ago i became convinced that the seeing see little.

  --by helen kellel

     when we  read this article,we have feelings about what it. or that we have only three days a bright ,how will we arrange such a short span of three days?

which one should you choose among money,love,family,enterprise?

and which one do u think the most important? telling us and sharing viewpoints each other,please!

　　And I know that it is love

　　And this place could be

　　Much brighter than tomorrow

　　And if you really try

　　You'll find there's no need to cry

　　In this place you'll feel

　　There's no hurt or sorrow

　　There are ways to get there

　　If you care enough for the living

　　Make a little space

　　Make a better place...

　　Heal the world

　　Make it a better place

　　For you and for me and the entire human race

　　There are people dying

　　If you care enough for the living

　　Make a better place for you and for me

　　If you want to know why

　　There's a love that cannot lie

　　Love is strong

　　It only cares of joyful giving

　　If we try

　　We shall see

　　In this bliss

　　We cannot feel fear or dread

　　We stop existing

　　And start living

　　Then it feels that always

　　Love's enough for us growing

　　So make a better world

　　Make a better world...

　　Heal the world

　　Make it a better place

　　For you and for me and the entire human race

　　There are people dying

　　If you care enough for the living

　　Make a better place for you and for me

　　And the dream we were conceived in

　　Will reveal a joyful face

　　And the world we once believed in

　　Will shine again in grace

　　Then why do we keep strangling life

　　Wound this earth

　　Crucify its soul

　　Though it's plain to see

　　This world is heavenly be God's glow

　　We could fly so high

　　Let our spirits never die

　　In my heart I feel you are all my brothers

　　Create a world with no fear

　　Together we’ll cry happy tears

　　See the nations turn their swords into plowshares

　　Heal the world

　　Make it a better place

　　For you and for me and the entire human race

　　There are people dying

　　If you care enough for the living

　　Make a better place for you and for me　　... ...

　　You and for me

　　You and for me

　　You and for me

    I like the song of Michael Jackson.

Michael Jackson was unquestionably the biggest pop star of the '80s, and certainly one of the most popular recording artists of all time. In his prime, Jackson was an unstoppable juggernaut, possessed of all the tools to dominate the charts seemingly at will: an instantly identifiable voice, eye-popping dance moves, stunning musical versatility, and loads of sheer star power. His 1982 blockbuster Thriller became the biggest-selling album of all time (probably his best-known accomplishment), and he was the first black artist to find stardom on MTV, breaking down innumerable boundaries both for his race and for music video as an art form.

　　Michael Joseph Jackson was born August 29, 1958. The fifth son of steelworker Joe Jackson, Michael displayed a talent for music and dance from an extremely young age. His father began to organize a family musical group around his three eldest sons in 1962, and Michael joined them the following year, quickly establishing himself as a dynamic stage performer. Dubbed the Jackson 5, the group signed to Motown in 1968 and issued their debut single in October 1969, when Michael was just 11 years old. "I Want You Back," "ABC," "The Love You Save," and "I'll Be There" all hit number one in 1970, making the Jackson 5 the first group in pop history to have their first four singles top the charts. Later in 1972, Jackson had his first number-one solo single, "Ben." In 1977, he met producer/composer Quincy Jones for the first time. With Jones producing, Jackson recorded his first solo album as an adult, Off the Wall.

　　Released in 1982, the Quincy Jones-produced Thriller refined the strengths of Off the Wall; the dance and rock tracks were more driving, the pop tunes and ballads softer and more soulful, and all of it was recognizably Michael. It was no surprise that Thriller was a hit; what was a surprise was its staying power. Jackson's duet with McCartney, "The Girl Is Mine," was a natural single choice, and it peaked at number two; then "Billie Jean" and the Van Halen track "Beat It" both hit number one, for seven and three weeks respectively.

　　Those latter two songs, as well as the future Top Five title track, had one important feature in common: Jackson supported them with elaborately conceived video clips that revolutionized the way music videos were made. The anti-gang-violence "Beat It" became an homage to West Side Story; and the ten-minute-plus clip for "Thriller" (routinely selected as the best video of all time) featured Jackson leading a dance troupe of rotting zombies, with loads of horror-film makeup and effects.