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It wasn’t my first time. Actually I attended SpeedDating 4 times and had fun, just didn’t meet anyone special. I met my fiance Alon at an LA event in March 2002. He was the only guy I said “yes” to because we clicked right away. I asked all of the right questions to get the right information during those 7 minutes (something I had learned to do from attending events before).

The day after the event, Alon went to visit his family in England so we e-mailed and spoke on the phone until he got back (he even told his mother during his visit that he met his wife!). On August 10, 2003, Alon surprised me and proposed! We went to a beautiful Italian restaurant on the beach (of course, I had decided to start that no carb diet just that morning) and he ordered a chocolate dessert. I didn’t notice the card with the dessert and the maitre-de had to point it out! After I opened the card, Alon got down on one knee and proposed. Of course, I said “YES!” (he later told me that he had already asked my parents for their blessing). Thank you Speed Dating for introducing me to my future husband. (Everyone should try this at least once. For example, we don’t give up on our job if we had a bad day so why give up on this great way to meet people if you had a 6/10 experience instead of a a 9/10.)

Relative Speed Dating Story

Sitting on a grassy, beneath one of the window of the church, was a little girl. With her head bent back, she was gazing up at the sky and singing, while one of her little hands was pointing to a tiny cloud that hovered like a golden feather above her head. The sun, which had suddenly become very bright, shining on her glossy hair, gave it a metallic luster, and it was difficult to say what was the color, dark bronze or black. So completely absorbed was she in watching the cloud to which her strange song or incantation seemed addressed, that she did not observe me when I rose and sent towards her. Over her head, high up in the blue, a lark that was soaring towards the same gauzy cloud was singing, as if in rivalry. As I slowly approached the child, I could see by her forehead, which in the sunshine seemed like a globe of pearl, and especially by her complexion, that she was uncommonly lovely. Her eyes, which at one moment seemed blue-gray, at another violet, were shaded by long black lashes, curving backward in a most peculiar way, and these matched in hue her eyebrows, and the tresses that were tossed about her tender throat and were quivering in the sunlight. All this I did not take in at one; for at first I could see nothing but those quivering, glittering, changeful eyes turned up into my face. Gradually the other features, especially the sensitive full-lipped mouth, grew upon me as I stood silently gazing. Here seemed to me a more perfect beauty than had ever come to me in my overset dreams of beauty. Yet it was not her beauty so much as the look she gave me that fascinated me, melted me.

  When I was growing up, I had an old neighbor when I was growing up named Doctor Gibbs. He didn’t look like any doctor I’d ever known. Every time I saw him, he was wearing denim overalls and a straw hat, the front brim of which was green sunglass plastic. He smiled a lot, a smile that matched his hat — old and crinkly and well-worn. He never yelled at us for playing in his yard. I remember him as someone who was a lot nicer than circumstances warranted.     When Doctor Gibbs wasn’t saving lives, he was planting trees. His house sat on ten acres, and his life-goal was to make it a forest. The good doctor had some interesting theories concerning plant husbandry He came from the “No pain, no gain” school of horticulture. He never watered his new trees, which flew in the face of conventional wisdom. Once I asked why He said that watering plants spoiled them, and that if you water them, each successive tree generation will grow weaker and weaker. So you have to make things rough for them and weed out the weenie trees early on.     He talked about how watering trees made for shallow roots, and how trees that weren’t watered had to grow deep roots in search of moisture. I took him to mean that deep roots were to be treasured.     So he never watered his trees. He’d plant an oak and, instead of watering it every morning, he’d beat it with a rolled up newspaper. Smack! Slap! Pow! I asked him why he did that, and he said it was to get the tree’s attention.    Doctor Gibbs went to glory a couple years after I left home. Every now and again, I walk by his house and look at the trees that I’d watched him plant some twenty-five years ago. They’re granite strong now — big and robust. Those trees wake up in the morning and beat their chests and drink their coffee black.     I planted a couple trees a few years back. Carried water to them for a solid summer. Sprayed them. Prayed over them. The whole nine yards. Two years of coddling has resulted in trees that expect to be waited on hand and foot. Whenever a cold wind blows in, they tremble and chatter their branches. Sissy trees.     Funny thing about those trees of Doctor Gibbs. Adversity and deprivation seemed to benefit them in ways comfort and ease never could.     Every night before I go to bed, I go check on my two sons. I stand over them and watch their little bodies, the rising and falling of life within. I often pray for them. Mostly I pray that their lives will be easy “Lord, spare them from hardship.” But lately I’ve been thinking that it’s time to change my prayer.

我想，愛最怕的是“不真誠”。當然，我們首先要肯定，這個“愛”是真的，不是假的，也不是半真半假的。這是一個大前提。沒有這個大前提，一切將無從討論。假的愛，不是愛，是情感的盤剝和詐騙。

愛是全部身心的投入與契合，在這種人類無與倫比的親密關係中，容不得絲毫的虛僞與欺騙。哪怕再高明的演員，也無法在如此近距離的耳鬢廝磨中，將真相掩蓋得風雨如磐。一個眼神，一個手勢，一聲歎息，一個背景……都是上好的奸細，可以把愛與不愛的信息，通通出賣給對方。更不消說，沉溺愛河中的人，如同長了順風耳通天眼，還有神鬼莫測的第六感為虎作倀……所以，愛是一場獨特的雙人考試，考場中不容作弊。你可以看對方的卷子，但自己的卷子要自己答。愛就是愛，不愛就是不愛。愛是最需要實話實說的。不愛了還強裝愛，愛著卻強作不愛，都是人間的苦大困難之事。難為了自己，傷害了對方，機關算盡，又很難達到目的。現代人，你何苦做這般賠本的勾當。

當愛不存在的時候，唯有真誠，是尊嚴和力量最後的棲息地。有人以為僞裝的愛，是一劑情感的白藥創可貼，雖說解決不了根本的問題，但尚可暫時止血止痛。殊不知，它是愛情的濃硫酸，不但徹底毀了愛的容，更是對他人凶狠的侵犯。

當真誠被動搖的時候，愛將無所附麗。培養愛情從練習真誠開始。保養愛情從維系真誠著手。真誠是愛的風向標，當一對相愛的人，不再坦誠相見直抒胸臆，愛的台風球就亮起來了。

人們常常以為愛中的人，格外脆弱，其實不然。無論真實壞到怎樣兇險的程度，只要有清醒的腦和靈巧的手，我們就有辦法。單單損失了愛，還不是最淒慘的事情。如果在失去愛的同時，你還失去了對世界和人心真實的把握，才是更悲苦的事情。盲人瞎馬，夜深臨淵，便成了情感和智慧的雙料赤貧。

我不敢說有了真誠就一定有愛情，但我敢說沒有了真誠就一定丟了愛情。從這個意義上講，愛惜真誠吧，它是我們愛的保單。

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卡爾曾經是穆德的鋼琴教師。有一天，他給穆德教課的時候，忽然問他：“你每天要練習多少時間鋼琴？”

穆德說：“大約每天三四小時。”

“你每次練習，時間都很長嗎？是不是有個把鍾頭的時間？”

“我想這樣才好。”

“不，不要這樣！”卡爾說，“你將來長大以後，每天不會有長時間的空閑的。你可以養成習慣，一有空閒就幾分鍾幾分鍾地練習。比如在你上學以前，或在午飯以後，或在工作工作的休息餘閑，5分鍾5分鍾地去練習。把小的練習時間分散在一天裏面，如此則彈鋼琴就成了你日常生活中的一部分了。”

當時，14歲的穆德對卡爾的忠告未加注意，但後來回想起來真是至理名言，嗣後他得到了不可限量的益處。

當穆德上高中的時候，他想兼從事創作。可是上課，做作業，復習等事情把他白天和晚上的時間完全占滿了。差不多有兩個年頭，他一字不曾動筆，他的借口是“沒有時間”。後來，他突然想起了卡爾先生告訴他的話。到了下一個星期，他就把卡爾的話實踐起來。只要有5分鍾左右的空閒時間，他就坐下來寫作100字或短短的幾行。

出乎意料，在那個星期末，穆德竟寫出了相當多的稿子。

後來，他用同樣積少成多的方法，創作長篇小說。學校的課程雖一天繁重一天，但是每天仍有許多可資利用的短短餘閑。在考取理想大學的同時，他的鋼琴也通過了9級，而且，發表了十幾萬字的作品。