“if you give me three days of Light” is the autobiography of American writer Helen Keller (HelenKeller1880-1968). When she was one and a half years old, Helen Keller lost her hearing and eyesight because of illness and became deaf, dumb and blind. Living in a silent world until the arrival of Miss Sullivan slowly changed her fate. Not only did she learn to speak and write, she went to college, and she became a writer, philanthropist, educator, speaker, and social activist. Her classic essay, “if it gives me three days of Light”, inspires countless young people to succeed.
Helen Keller has only 19 months of light. If she were given three days of light, she would like to see the people who made her life valuable the first day, the uncertainty of light and the sunrise the next day, and the third day she wanted to explore and study. As a blind person, imagine what you would do if you had three days to see the world-including seeing the people who helped you, and feeling nature and tasting the world of art.
SometimesIhavethoughtitwouldbeanexcellentruletoliveeachdayasifweshoulddietomorrow.Suchanattitudewouldemphasizesharplythevaluesoflife.Weshouldliveeachdaywithgentleness,vigorandakeennessofappreciationwhichareoftenlostwhentimestretchesbeforeusintheconstantpanoramaofmoredaysandmonthsandyearstocome.Therearethose,ofcourse,whowouldadopttheEpicureanmottoof “Eat,drink,andbemerry”. Butmostpeoplewouldbechastenedbythecertaintyofimpendingdeath.
We have all read shocking stories in which the protagonist can only live a limited period of time, sometimes as long as a year, sometimes as short as a day. But we always want to know, doomed to leave the world will choose how to spend their last time. Of course, I am talking about free people who have the right to choose, not death row prisoners whose range of activities is strictly limited.
Such stories make us wonder what we should do in a similar situation. As a dead person, what should we do, what experiences or associations we should do in the hours before we die? Memories of the past, what makes us happy? What makes us regret it?
Sometimes I think that it is an excellent rule of life to treat every day as the last day of life. This attitude makes people pay special attention to the value of life. We should live with grace, energy and gratitude every day. But when time passes in front of us with endless days, months and years, we often do not have this feeling. There are, of course, people who follow the hedonistic creed of “eat, drink, enjoy,” but the vast majority will still be punished by impending death.
In the story, the dying hero is usually saved at the last minute by sudden fall of luck, but his values often change, he becomes more understanding of the meaning of life and its eternal spiritual value. We often notice that those who live or have lived in the shadow of death are happy no matter what they do.
However, most of us take life for granted. We know that one day we will face death, but always think that day is still in the distant future. When we are strong and healthy, death is unthinkable, and we seldom take it into account. The days seem endless. So we are too busy with trifles to realize our indifference to life.
I fear that the same apathy exists in the use of our senses and consciousness. Only the deaf understand the importance of hearing, and only the blind understand the value of vision. This is especially true for those who lose sight or suffer from hearing in adulthood and rarely make full use of these valuable abilities. Their eyes and ears vaguely felt the scene and sound around them, absent-minded and ungrateful. It just happens that we only know how to cherish it after we lose it, and we realize the value of health only after we get sick.
I have often thought that it would be a blessing if everyone had a few days of deafness when they were young. Darkness will make him more grateful for the light, silence will tell him the beauty of his voice.