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每天一点英语-The gift and power of emotional courage -part1
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英语在研究生阶段也起着重要的作用，比如读/写英文文献，更进一步，无论是读博还是找工作，也离不开英语的使用，并且英语的学习是一个日积月累的过程，那接下来，就让我们一起每天一点英语吧~
今天学习的内容来自TED Ideas worth spreading 名为 The gift and power of emotional courage的演讲，让我们开始吧：
- Hello,everyone.
- Sawubona.
- In South Africa,where I come from,“sawubona” is the Zulu word for
“hello”.There’s a beautiful and powerful intention behind the word
because “sawubona” literally translated means,"I see you, and by
seeing you, I bring you into being."So buautiful, imagine being
greeted like that. But what does it take in the way we see
ourselves? Our emotions and our stories that help us to thrive in an
increasingly complex and fraught world?
Zulu adj祖鲁人的 intention n意图;目的;意向 literally adv逐字地;正确地
thrive v繁荣;兴旺
- This crucial question has been at the center for my life’s work.
Because how we deal with our inner world drives everything. Every
aspect of how we love, how we live, how we parent and how we lead.
The conventional view of emotions as good or bad, positive or
negative, is rigid. And rigidity in the face of complexity is toxic.
We need greater levels of emotional agility for true resilience and
thriving.
conventional adj传统的；常见的；惯例的 rigid adj严格的；僵硬的；精确的 rigidity n严格，刻板；僵硬
toxic adj有毒的，中毒的 agility n灵敏，灵活，机敏 resilience n恢复力；顺应力；弹力
- My journey with this calling began not in the hallowed halls of a
university, but in the messy, tender business of life.I grew up in
the white suburbs of apartheid South Africa, a country and community
committed to not seeing. To denial. It’s denial that makes 50 years
of racist legislation possible while people convince themselves that
they are doing nothing wrong. And yet, I first learned of the
destructive power of denial at a personal level, befor I understood
what it was doing to the country of my birth
hallow v把…奉为神圣，（使）成为神圣，n圣人，圣徒 halls n走廊；食堂；学生宿舍 messy
adj凌乱的，使不整洁的 suburb n郊区，边缘 apartheid n种族隔离 to denial 要否认 racist n种族主义者
legislation n立法；法律
- My father was 42 years old and I was 15. My mother whispered to me
to go and say goodbye to my father before I went to school. So I put
my backpack down and walked the passage that ran through to where
the heart of our home my father lay dying of cancer. His eyes were
closed, but he knew I was there. In his presence,I had always felt
seen. I told him, said goodbye and headed off for my day. At school,
I drifted from science to mathematics to history to biology, as my
father slipped from the world. From May to July to September to
November, I went about with my usual smile. I didn’t drop a single
grade. When asked how I was doing, I would shrug and say,“OK”. I was
praised for being strong. I was the master of being OK.
backpack n双肩包 passage n一段（文章）；走廊；旅程 in ones presence 在某人面前 drift
from place to place 漂泊无定