Sometimes,when we lose ourselves in fear and despair,in routine and constancy,in hopeless and tragedy .we can thank god for bavarian sugar cookies,we can still find reassurances in a familiar hand on our skin,or a kind and loving gesture,or a subtle encouragement,or a loving embrace,or an offer of comfort.not to mention hospital gurneys,and nose plugs,and uneaten danish,anf soft-spoken secrets,and Fender Stratocasters,and maybe,the occational piece of fiction.
And we must remember that all these things,the nuances,the anomalies,the suntlelies,which we assume only accessorize our days are,in fact,here for a much larger and noble cause:they're here to save our lives.
i know the idea seems strange.but i also know that it just so happens to be true.and so it was:a wristwatch saved Harold Grick.
有些时候当我们迷失在 恐惧及绝望中，一次又一次，连续不断，在绝望与悲情之中，我们可以谢谢上帝赐予的巴伐利亚甜饼，在没有甜饼的时候，幸运的，我们还能从身边熟悉的手中得到安心，或是友善及爱的表示，或是隐约的鼓励，或是爱的拥抱，或是安慰的奉献，更别说是医院的轮床，还有游泳鼻塞，还有丹尼奶酥，还有轻声细语的秘密，还有Fender Stratocasters吉他，也许偶尔读一本小说。
我们必须记得全部的这些微小差别，异常，微妙之处，其实有更大更崇高的存在原因：它们是来拯救我们的。我知道这点子有点奇怪但同时我也知道这是真的。总而言之，手表拯救了Harold Grick。
