一生承诺
一生承诺范文第1篇
in a world where so many lives are being torn apart by divorces and heartaches， comes a story of a father and a daughter， and a promise that was kept.
my father was not a sentimental man. i don’t remember him ever “ooohhing” or “ahhing” over something i made as a child. don’t get me wrong； i knew that my dad loved me， but getting all mushy-eyed was not his thing. i learned that he showed me love in other ways.
there was one particular time in my life when this became real to me…
i always believed that my parents had a good marriage， but just before i， the youngest of four children， turned sixteen， my belief was sorely tested. my father， who used to share in the chores around the house， gradually started becoming despondent. from the time he came home from his job at the factory to the time he went to bed， he hardly spoke a word to my mom or us kids. the strain on my mom and dad’s relationship was very evident. however， i was not prepared for the day that mom sat my siblings and me down and told us that dad had decided to leave. all that i could think of was that i was going to become a product of a divorced family. it was something i never thought possible， and it grieved me greatly. i kept telling myself that it wasn’t going to happen， and i went totally numb when i knew my dad was really leaving. the night before he left， i stayed up in my room for a long time. i prayed and i cried and i wrote a long letter to my dad. i told him how much i loved him and how much i would miss him. i told him that i was praying for him and wanted him to know that， no matter what， jesus and i loved him. i told him that i would always and forever be his krissie...his noodles. as i folded my note， i stuck in a picture of me with a saying i had always heard： “anyone can be a father， but it takes someone special to be a daddy.”
early the next morning， as my dad left our house， i sneaked out to the car and slipped my letter into one of his bags.
two weeks went by with hardly a word from my father. then， one afternoon， i came home from school to find my mom sitting at the dining room table waiting to talk to me. i could see in her eyes that she had been crying. she told me that dad had been there and that they had talked for a long time. they decided that there were things that the both of them could and would change and that their marriage was worth saving. mom then turned her focus to my eyes.
“kristi， dad told me that you wrote him a letter. can i ask what you wrote to him？”
i found it hard to share with my mom what i had written from my heart to my dad. i mumbled a few words and shrugged.
mom said， “well， dad said that when he read your letter， it made him cry. it meant a lot to him and i have hardly ever seen your dad cry. after he read your letter， he called to ask if he could c
ome over to talk. whatever you said really made a difference to your dad.”
a few days later my dad was back， this time to stay. we never talked about the letter， my dad and i. i guess i always figured that it was something that was a secret between us.
my parents went on to be married a total of thirty six years before my dad’s early death at the age of fifty three cut short their lives together. in the last sixteen years of my parent’s marriage， i and all those who knew my mom and dad， witnessed one of the truly “great” marriages. their love grew stronger every day， and my heart swelled with pride as i saw them grow closer together.
when mom and dad received the news from the doctor that his heart was deteriorating rapidly， they took it hand in hand， side by side， all the way.
after dad’s death， we had the most unpleasant task of going through his things. i have never liked this task and opted to run errands so i did not have to be there while most of the things were divided and boxed up.
when i got back from my errand， my brother said， “kristi， mom said to give this to you. she said you would know what it meant.” as i looked down into his outstretched hand， it was then that i knew the impact of my letter that day so long ago. in my brother’s hand was my picture that i had given my dad that day. my unsentimental dad， who never let his emotions get the best of him； my dad， who almost never outwardly showed his love for me， had kept the one thing that meant so much to him and me. i sat down and the tears began to flow， tears that i thought had dried up from the grief of his death but that had now found new life as i realized what i had meant to him. mom told me that dad kept both the picture and that letter his whole life. i have a box in my home that i call the “dad box”. in it are so many things that remind me of my dad. i pull that picture out every once in a while and remember. i remember a promise that was made many years ago between a young man and his bride on their wedding day， and i remember the unspoken promise that was made between a father and his daughter.
a promise kept.
现今，离婚和关系破裂粉碎了无数人的人生，然而在这样的一个时世，有着这么一个关于一对父女信守承诺的故事。
我父亲不善表露感情。我记得在我小时候，他从来不为我做的任何事情而发出“噢噢噢”或者“啊啊啊”之类的感叹。不要误会我的意思；我知道我父亲是爱我的，但是将感情外露不是他的性格。我知道他通过其他方式表达对我的爱。
在我的人生中，只有这么一回让我感受到他的爱是如此的真实……
第二天早上，我趁父亲走出房子的时候，偷偷溜到小汽车里，把这封信放进他其中的一个背包里。
两个星期过去了，父亲几乎音信全无。然后，一天下午，我放学回家后看到母亲坐在饭厅的餐桌旁，等着跟我谈一谈。我从她的眼睛可以看出她刚哭过。她告诉我父亲曾经来过，还和她谈了好久。他们认为，他们之间有很多地方可以改善，并且在将来也会得到改善，而且他们的婚姻值得挽救。然后妈妈把目光转过来，望着我的眼睛。
“克莉丝汀，你爸告诉我说你给他写了一封信。我可以知道你写了些什么吗？”
我所写的都是想对父亲说的肺腑之言，这些言语我很难向母亲启齿。所以我只是含糊地说了几句，然后耸耸肩。
母亲说：“嗯，你爸说，他读你的信读到哭了。这封信对他很有意义，而我几乎没见过你爸哭。他读完你的信之后，打电话来问我可不可以谈一谈。你的话真的对他影响很大。
几天后，父亲回家了，这次他不走了。父亲和我之后再没提起过这封信。我想我一直把这封信当作了我们两人之间的秘密。
父母亲的婚姻维持了整整36年，直到父亲在53岁时早逝，才结束了他们在一起的时光。在父母亲婚姻的最后16年里，所有认识我父母亲的人以及我，都见证了这段非常美满的婚姻。他们的爱日渐牢固，而当我看到他们越来越亲密的时候，我的心里就会充满自豪。
当父母亲从医生那里得知父亲的心脏
正在快速衰竭的时候，他们始终手牵手，肩并肩地一起面对疾病。
父亲逝世后，我们开始整理他的遗物，这是最为难受的任务。我从来不喜欢做这活儿，而选择了做跑腿，因此大部分遗物被分类和装箱的时候，我都不必在场。
当我办完事回家的时候，我的哥哥说：“克莉丝汀，这是妈妈让我给你的。她说你会明白其中的含义。”
我低头看他伸出的手，那时我才明白到我那封信在多年前那天所产生的影响。我哥哥手中拿的是那天我给父亲的那张照片。我那不善表露感情的父亲，从来不让内心的情绪左右自己；我的父亲，几乎从来没有大方地表达对我的爱，却一直保存着这张对他和我都极为重要的照片。我坐下来，眼泪开始滴落，我曾以为我的眼泪在他去世的时候就流干了，而现在当我意识到我对他是多么重要的时候，眼泪又开始“复苏”。母亲告诉我说，父亲始终珍藏着这张照片和那封信。我家里有一个我称之为“爸爸盒子”的盒子。里面放了许多可以让我回忆起父亲的东西。我不时从这个盒子里拿出这张照片，回忆往日。我记得许多年前一名年轻男子与他的新娘在结婚那天许下的誓言，我记得一个父亲和他女儿之间无言的承诺。
一生承诺范文第2篇
大家好！今天我演讲的题目是用一生的追求去实现承诺。
记得1998年我国长江、松花江流域发生洪灾，数以万计的战士奔赴抗洪救灾第一线，我看到这样一副画面：一排战士站在洪水滔天的大堤旁，面对鲜红的党旗宣誓：“我志愿加入中国共产党……对党忠诚，积极工作,为共产主义奋斗终身、随时准备为党和人民牺牲一切……”
看到这场景的时候我还是个懵懂无知的少年，并不知道那些誓言意味着什么，然而随着见识的增长，理想信念的树立，那副感人的画面在我脑海中越来越深。
2003年那场突如其来的“非典”疫情中，我又看到了相似的画面，白衣天使在党旗下庄严宣誓。一名医护人员在宣誓后说：“我要履行一个医务人员的责任，当病人需要我们的时候，不能畏缩！这是我们不能推卸的责任！”责任，多么凝重的字眼。他们知道这一去可能再也回不来，但他们依然义无返顾！我开始明白，在党旗的宣誓意味着责任，意味着承诺，意味一生的追求。
我们永远不会忘记：2008年5月12日14时28分，四川汶川发生了里氏8.0级强烈地震，给人民群众生命财产造成巨大损失,举国震动,世界震惊。地震灾害无情，但在灾难中让我们再一次体会到真情的可贵，体会到万众一心的力量，感受到党和国家领导人对人民那种深切的关怀。许许多多共产党员，上至总书记、总理，下至普通党员，在抗震救灾的第一线，用自己的行动诠释了共产党员的应有涵义，书写了一个个感人的故事。
只要在每一个危急时刻，我们总能感受到隐藏在中国人内心深处的力量。这种力量来源于共产党领导人民克服困难的意志和决心。正是这么一股力量，支撑着我们坚定不移的走自己的路，付出几代人的心血，穿越30年的风风雨雨建设起焕然一新的国家，正是这样的力量让我们敢于面对残酷的灾害，在逆境中不舍斗志，跨越一个个障碍。
一生承诺范文第3篇
当鸟儿飞，我反思过去，褪色的回忆已成为记忆，当四月的月亮坠入眼睛时，五月的天空正在偷偷哭泣，直到十一月刮起寒风，我才开始明白，时间真的无法挽回了。
时光匆匆，流年逝水。不知不觉中，我们已长大了。童年的记忆是一片叶子，从童年的大树落下就再也不可能回到原点，只是片叶子依然翠得耀眼。还记得吗？以前蹦蹦跳跳的你，总爱张开好奇的眸子仰望蔚蓝的晴空，想融入那片蓝，雨后和那小伙伴们钻在“小房子”里，看调皮的雨滴在微风中嬉欢。那里的天空很蓝，那里的草很绿，那时的你真的很幸福。给生命一个承诺，让幸福持续到永远。
拥有坚强个性的人，就如同有了生活支柱，无论是风中还是在雨都无法将它吹倒，坎坷固然难走，但挫拆过后便会看到彩虹。给生命一个承诺，让生命为自已添彩，让生活为自己喝彩。
阳光照在脸上，写在心上，去抓不到手上。温暖只是一种浪漫的感觉，只有体会过的人才会明白。花开固然美丽，我不会为花开儿雀跃，更不会为花谢儿伤感。以为我相信美丽的故事不一定有美丽的结局。给生命一个承诺，让美丽的世界不再遥远，让忧伤的花瓣不再落下。
一生承诺范文第4篇
首先，不断提高自身综合素质，积极投身社会实践，服务同学，勇挑重担，服务社会：在学好专业课的同时，还要扩大知识面，多参加一些竞赛类的项目，比如，创新实践，物理竞赛等等。
另外，注重自己文化内涵的塑造，多看一些文学名著。积极参加公益活动，比如，蓝丝带、红丝带、科技馆志愿者等等。关心同学，严于律己，宽以待人。以一颗感恩的心回报社会。
其次，努力提高党员修养，面提高个人的修养，自觉遵守法律、法规。积极学习，理论知识。多多关注一些国家大事，及重大党内会议！遵纪守法，做建设法治社会的坚定分子。我承诺严格遵守国家各项法律法规，自觉遵守学校规章制度，模范执行党组织的各项决议。作为一名共产党员，要求真务实，有意见摆在桌面上，不搞两面派，言行一致，表里如一。
一生承诺范文第5篇
每每我感到人生的困惑，总会有些失意抑或沉默，初涉人生的那些“红灯。我有过无限的失意与挫折。我已经学会了许多，是它使我尽早地拥有直面对人生坎坷的智慧与力量。那么多的人，那么多的平凡的人，增加了我平凡生活的温馨和快乐，也使我明白了一个人一生一世应该做的是奋斗。
不知过了多长的时间，我仿佛从几千年的痛苦挣扎中又活过来一次，我在相互斯杀中选择，我想，我终于战胜了自己。战胜了在这奢望中学会了放弃。人，应该学会好好的把握，不是么？生命有时就如一场雨，看似美丽，但，更多的时候，你必须忍受那些寒冷与潮湿，感知那份无奈与寂寞。只要自己能够领会生命的那一份温存与依托。当你缺少阳光时，你自己便是阳光，你要坚信你可以照亮世界的每一个角落。没有快乐时，可以为自己设计那份快乐，让自己也去感知那一份生命生命的未知。感觉一下那种契意的感觉。
人，之所以活着，那是为了一种信仰。坚实而又显得平庸。但，都是那样的实在。风风雨雨，你艰难的向前行走，历经了岁月的历史苍桑。几经风雨的洗礼。你，变得坚强了，是因为你在那无数次的蜕皮之痛中，变得不再向任何失意低头。青春的这个驿站，我终于赶上了，可我却没有哪怕一丝的喜悦。因为我得到了，但，在我得到的同时，我也失去了。我宁可去承受那种失去很多的同时得到哪怕一点点，也不愿意在那得很多的同时失去。因为我已经输不起了。
回望自己走过的路，一个个高低浅的脚印仍然依稀可见。回望自己描绘的那一幅幅挣扎沉浮的图画，淡装浓抹。虽然光彩照人。可是，回眸走过来的这些历程，我却久久思索。心里却不能平静。思索着那些喜，那些痛。那些幸福的悲衰与快乐的沉寂。我虽然看不清命运的终极点。但，我清楚地知道身旁午夜的消逝。既将破晓，旭日就要升起。也许我的人生就要从里开始。
失败了，才觉得自己的不足，失去了，才觉得拥有的可贵。人，往往不会在你最开心或最幸福的时刻想到那些曾经的失意。一个人能够做到气而不馁，败不退，胜不骄。这样做人，才是自己真正的强者。不要事事都看得太“开”，来也空空，去也空，到头来那只会万事一场空。人活着就要活一种精神，一种境界，做自己的一面镜子，时时鞭策自己，让自己动容，让自己惭愧，让自己思索……
当一个人敢于把爱倾注在生命中，灵魂的高度就逾越了一切障碍。所以，人必须学会宽容大度地放弃一些看似美丽实则没有意义的东西。这才是做人真正的勇气，人的失败是无法挽回的，越想补尝，越不甘心，就会越痛苦，况且失败的本身就似打破的瓷器发出的水。怎么不回复到原来的样子。在失败的时候最重要的是找一个新的起点，重新开始，继续来过。
我，终于等到了属于我的那一份欣喜。当我失望而归时，我哭了，那泪不再是苦涩的，而是甜的。因为我早已经把它藏在心里，这是我真情的流露。既然已经说过风雨无阻。所以现在的我已经不再轻言流泪。
别问我“你到底怕过什么”。无所畏惧的人也就称不上勇士。在生命的旅途中，能够真正的品尝到征服的快乐，也不愧曾经奋斗过。我怕过什么，我也在想，我也在问。你究竟是不是自己，悲伤么？你早已经被悲伤伤得满身伤痕。寂寞么？寂寞并不可怕，恐惧么？恐惧得只有自己，从悲伤的困境中走出来，再去领略那份随之而而来的寂寞已经显得那些像雨后飞霞的从容。有时，只要你稍想片刻，便能领略；有时，要花掉整整，整整一生的时间。
曾想摘一片樱花珍藏下来，想证明一个“永远”的故事，可是过了一些日子。去发现它枯萎了，失去了夕日的光彩。可，我并不会把它扔在风里，因为它是我的永远。我使终怀凝时间会冲淡一切。所以我在努力，握在手中的，并不是我们真正能够拥有的，我们的所拥有的也不一定就是我们真正铭刻在心。摘下来的东西就失去了生命。可它却仍然活在心里。这就是生命的真谛。拥有的本身只是这样相对不定的意义。
