周末，去看望病重的朋友，短短的一个多月，她瘦了 20 多磅，握着她骨感的手臂，我说不出话来。她却还在那搞笑，你看，我的腿，我的腰，我的减肥计划终于成功了，虽然有点晚了。
和她坐在花园里聊天。她又一次坦然地说起生命的珍贵，得了这个病，不知道能活多久。好在，她也没有遗憾。想做的必需做的，都尝试了尽力了，该经历的也都经历了。虽然做过一些错事和傻事，却从中明白了自己，理解了人群。她提起了The man in the mirror, 你知道吗，我很为自己自豪。我的一生，都在问自己，问镜子里面的那个人。
The Man In The Mirror
When you get all you want and you struggle for self,
and the world makes you king for a day,
then go to the mirror and look at yourself
and see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your mother, your father or wife
whose judgment upon you must pass,
but the man, whose verdict counts most in your life
is the one staring back from the glass.
He's the fellow to please,
never mind all the rest.
For he's with you right to the end,
and you've passed your most difficult test
if the man in the glass is your friend.
You may be like Jack Horner and "chisel" a plum,
And think you're a wonderful guy,
But the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
You can fool the whole world,
down the highway of years,
and take pats on the back as you pass.
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
if you've cheated the man in the glass.
