【正文】 ndash。quot。39。39。39。quot。39。39。39。quot。39。39。quot。quot。39。quot。39。39。英語(yǔ)演講稿 自然是我們的母親dy a celebrity, i would have to don a disguise of fat suit, wig, beard and glasses and we would spend the day in the suburbs of southern california, going doortodoor or making the rounds of shopping malls, distributing our watchtower magazine. i loved to set foot in all those regular suburban houses and catch sight of the shag rugs and lazboy armchairs with kids playing monopoly and grandmas babysitting and all those wonderful, ordinary and starry scenes of everyday life. many, i know, would argue that these things seem like no big deal. but to me they were mesmerizing.
　　i used to think that i was unique in feeling that i was without a childhood. i believed that indeed there were only a handful with whom i could share those feelings. when i recently met with shirley temple black, the great child star of the 1930s and 40s, we said nothing to each other at first, we simply cried together, for she could share a pain with me that only others like my close friends elizabeth taylor and mccauley culkin know.
　　i do not tell you this to gain your sympathy but to impress upon you my first important point : it is not just hollywood child stars that have suffered from a nonexistent childhood. today, itamp。s children the unconditional love that is so necessary to the healthy development of their minds and character. and because of all the neglect, too many of our kids have, essentially, to raise themselves. they are growing more distant from their parents, grandparents and other family members, as all around us the indestructible bond that once glued together the generations, unravels.
　　this violation has bred a new generation, generation o let us call it, that has now picked up the torch from generation x. the o stands for a generation that has everything on the outside amp。bodies, the more removed we ourselves bee from our own childlike qualities, and there is so much about being a child that is worth retaining in adult life.
　　love, ladies and gentlemen, is the human familyamp。s universal bill of rights, the tenets of which are:
　　1. the right to be loved without having to earn it
　　2. the right to be protected, without having to deserve it
　　3. the right to feel valuable, even if you came into the world with nothing
　　4. the right to be listened to without having to be interesting
　　5. the right to be read a bedtime story, without having to pete with the evening news
　　6. the right to an education without having to dodge bullets at schools
　　7. the right to be thought of as adorable amp。 his eyes lit up and he said: amp。 i was trying to make him hold on. i said: amp。t e into this world alone, and he certainly didnamp。 remember this is a day, not a year amp。t get much from endless tv, puter games and videos.
　　these hard, cold numbers which for me, wrench the soul and shake the spirit, should indicate to you why i have devoted so much of my time and resources into making our new heal the kids initiative a colossal success.
　　our goal is simple amp。t she much of a guard dog, she was such a scared and nervous thing that it is a wonder she did not pass out every time a truck rumbled by, or a thunderstorm swept through indiana. my sister janet and i gave that dog so much love, but we never really won back the sense of trust that had been stolen from her by her previous owner. we knew he used to beat her. we didnamp。s why iamp。 to forgive our parents, if we felt neglected. forgive them and teach them how to love again.
　　you probably werenamp。t always go to a park or a movie with me.
　　so what if they grow older and resent me, and how my choices impacted their youth? why werenamp。ve made, and will certainly continue to make, in raising them. for we have all been someoneamp。 no note, no explanation amp。t do, i want to focus on all the things he did do and on his own personal challenges. i want to stop judging him.
　　i have started reflecting on the fact that my father grew up in the south, in a very poor family. he came of age during the depression and his own father, who struggled to feed his children, showed little affection towards his family and raised my father and his siblings with an iron fist. who could have imagined what it was like to grow up a poor black man in the south, robbed of dignity, bereft o