How I Tapped into My Success敲開成功之門

Shortly after I graduated from junior high school in 1968， my mother began repeating her mantra： “Learn to type， and doors will open for you， Pam.” It was nearly Pavlovian1. Anything remotely connected to typing—an image of a typewriter， hearing the word “type”—could elicit this statement from her， often accompanied with finger-wagging and a small yet audible “humpf！” I would respond with a sighed “Yes， Mom” or， when out of her view， a much-practiced eye roll.

1968年我初中畢業(yè)后不久，母親就開始反復(fù)嘮叨：“學(xué)會(huì)打字，門就會(huì)為你打開，帕姆。（剩余5582字）