How I Tapped into My Success敲开成功之门

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年我初中毕业后不久，母亲就开始反复唠叨：“学会打字，门就会为你打开，帕姆。（剩余5582字）