①杰克·坎菲尔德（Jack
Canfield）是“心灵鸡汤系列丛书”的创始人之一，这套丛书被《时代》杂志赞誉为“近十年来是出版业的神话”。他还参与编写了另外八本畅销作品。
②马克·维克多·汉森（Mark Victor Hansen）和Jack
Canfield一样，是“心灵鸡汤系列丛书”的创始人之一。他是一个备受追捧的演讲人、畅销书作者、市场营销专家。他关于可能性、机遇、行动的具有冲击力的见解，已经为全球成千上万人的人生带来了神奇的改变。
③艾米·纽马克（Amy
Newmark）是“心灵鸡汤系列丛书”的出版人，拥有三十年的从业经历，其身份包括作家、演讲人，以及金融与电信领域的金融分析师和业务主管。
目錄：
A Special Foreword by Jack and Mark
杰克和马克的特别寄语
Chapter 1 Lessons Learned
第一部分 难忘的一课
003. Already Perfect
已经很完美
011. Life Is a Gift
生活是一件礼物
018. Blameless
无须责备任何人
023. Forgive
原谅
026. Hot Potato Cold Potato
热土豆和凉土豆
033. Crying’s Okay
你可以流泪
042. Learning from a Teenager
一个孩子教我们的人生课
048. Behind the Bathroom Door
浴室门关上之后
055. Pulse
感触脉搏
058. Lucky After All
总之很幸运
Chapter 2 Loss and Grieving
第二部分 逝去和哀痛
067. Why Didn’t You Try?
当初你为何放弃
071. Cancer, the Only Word I Can’t Say
癌症——这个我唯一无法说出的词
076. Emergency 911
911 紧急救援
080. A Friendship to Remember
一段永远铭记的友情
088. I Never Knew
我从未曾了解的
097. Don’t Stop the Dance
不要停止跳舞
101. Losing the Best
痛失挚友
113. Stay with Me
与我相随
118. Soul Sisters
心灵姐妹
128. The Little Red Bunny
红色玩具兔子
135. The Gift of Time
时间的馈赠
144. Letting Go
放手
Chapter 3 Reaching Out
第三部分 伸出援手
149. It’s Tough to Be a Teenager
青春路上总有坎坷
152. The Rose with No Thorns
没有刺的玫瑰
162. Their Bullet, My Life
他们的子弹，我的生命
169. Operation Save the World
拯救世界的行动
178. The Walk That Changed Our Lives
改变生活的那段路
183. Slender Thread
纤细的线
191. Dad’s Gift
父亲的礼物
196. The Dustpan Carrier
拿簸箕的人
203. Homeboy Goes to Harvard
走进哈佛的不良少年
210. The Shadow
阴影
Chapter 4 Second Chances
第四部分 你可以回头
221. The Long Journey Home
漫漫回家路
229. A Struggle to Be Me
找回自我的斗争
235. A Sobering Experience
清醒之后
242. Silence
沉默
247. Cookie Cutter Hands
握着“切饼刀”的手
254. It Happened to Me
这件事发生在了我身上
259. You’ll Never Walk Again
你再也无法行走
Chapter 5 You Are Not Alone
第五部分 你并不孤独
267. Sorrows Underneath
深藏在心底的哀伤
271. Recovery Is Beautiful
美妙的康复历程
279. Staring Back at Me
为我转过身来
286. Eternal Light
永恒的光
293. Sleep-Away Camp
特殊的夏令营
300. Take Back the Night
重回那一夜
307. The Perfect Family
完美家庭
313. My Loss
我的彷徨
320. A Smile Can Save a Life
一个微笑能挽救一条生命
327. Meet Our Authors
见见我们的作者
331. Thank You
感谢词
334. Chicken Soup for the Soul
Improving Your Life Every Day
心灵鸡汤
每天改善你的生活
335. Share with Us
与我们一同分享
內容試閱：
Don’t Stop the Dance
不要停止跳舞
Believe that life is worth living and your belief will
help
create the fact.
~William James
Christy Gonzales killed herself in the spring of our senior
year.
She was beautiful. She played volleyball. She was homecoming
queen.
Everyone was more than shocked. She’d always been so happy, so
popular and so active in extracurriculars. She had so much love and
light. She always signed her name with a heart above the “i” and
included her middle name, which was Valentina.
Why she did it is a human mystery, but the obvious reason given was
that she was heartbroken because her boyfriend—some sophomore, no
less—dumped her.
I remember the silence in our homeroom class—except for the sounds
of people crying: boys
and girls, jocks and nerds.
As the hour wore on, Nick Denver, the quarterback, quietly spoke to
Fred Gregory through his sniffles.
“Remember,” Nick said, “when Christy punched me in the face at the
seventh grade dance·”
They both started to laugh, softly. Nick had been making fun of
her, and she lost her temper and gave him a sock straight to his
nose that started him bleeding. He was shocked, but recognized he
deserved it.
I could imagine Christy doing something like that. Although she was
the sweetest person in the world, she had so much fire—she lived so
in the moment of her feelings and emotions.
In freshman year English class, we’d read the other’s stories aloud
to the class because we were too scared to read our own.
She’d let me cheat off her geometry test my sophomore year. We’d
both been caught.
I’d once had a secret romantic view of suicide. I thought that it
would be nice to have everyone miss me, to have my name forever
bound with the tragedy of a depth no one could fathom. I imagined
the kind of silence in the classrooms, the people sobbing in the
halls. I imagined how people I didn’t know or barely knew would try
to remember every detail—what I had said to
them, what I had worn the last day.
She had worn red the last day. At lunch the last day, she had said
she was tired of always getting the tater tots, tomorrow she was
getting fries. I could not have imagined a better funeral for
Christy with the heavens outpouring rain like tears. The entire
town was there, mourning.
I just kept thinking about how we all kept on going but Christy’s
life stopped.
When I want it all to stop, I remember that you can’t dance without
a body, and you can’t cry without eyes, and you can’t have the
luxury of feeling when you aren’t here.
I wish she could have loved herself when she didn’t feel it from
anyone else.
~Simone Would
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