TED英语演讲稿ted英语演讲稿iwasoneoftheonlykidsincollegewhohadareasontogotothep.o.boxattheendo ftheday,andthatwasmainlybecausemymotherhasneverbelievedinemail,infa cebook,intextingorcellphonesingeneral.andsowhileotherkidswerebbm-ingt heirparents,iwasliterallywaitingbythemailboxtogetaletterfromhometoseeh owtheweekendhadgone,whichwasalittlefrustratingwhengrandmawasinthe hospital,butiwasjustlookingforsomesortofscribble,someunkemptcursivefro mmymother. andsowhenimovedtonewyorkcityaftercollegeandgotcompletelysucker-pun chedinthefacebydepression,ididtheonlythingicouldthinkofatthetime.iwrote thosesamekindsoflettersthatmymotherhadwrittenmeforstrangers,andtuck edthemallthroughoutthecity,dozensanddozensofthem.ileftthemeverywher e,incafesandinliparies,attheu.n.,everywhere.ibloggedaboutthoselettersand thedayswhentheywerenecessary,andiposedakindofcrazypromisetotheinter net:thatifyouaskedmeforahand-writtenletter,iwouldwriteyouone,noquesti onsasked.overnight,myinboxmorphedintothisharborofheartpeak--asingle motherinsacramento,agirlbeingbulliedinruralkansas,allaskingme,a22-year-oldgirlwhobarelyevenknewherowncoffeeorder,towritethemaloveletterand givethemareasontowaitbythemailbox.well,todayifuelaglobalorganizationthatisfueledbythosetripstothemailbox,fueledbythewaysinwhichwecanharnesssocialmedialikeneverbeforetowritean dmailstrangersletterswhentheyneedthemmost,butmostofall,fueledbycrate sofmaillikethisone,mytrustymailcrate,filledwiththescriptingsofordinarypeo ple,strangerswritingletterstootherstrangersnotbecausethey'reevergoingto meetandlaughoveracupofcoffee,butbecausetheyhavefoundoneanotherby wayofletter-writing.but,youknow,thethingthatalwaysgetsmeaboutthted英语演讲稿iwasoneoftheonlykidsincollegewhohadareasontogotothep.o.boxattheendo ftheday,andthatwasmainlybecausemymotherhasneverbelievedinemail,infa cebook,intextingorcellphonesingeneral.andsowhileotherkidswerebbm-ingt heirparents,iwasliterallywaitingbythemailboxtogetaletterfromhometoseeh owtheweekendhadgone,whichwasalittlefrustratingwhengrandmawasinthe hospital,butiwasjustlookingforsomesortofscribble,someunkemptcursivefro mmymother. andsowhenimovedtonewyorkcityaftercollegeandgotcompletelysucker-pun chedinthefacebydepression,ididtheonlythingicouldthinkofatthetime.iwrote thosesamekindsoflettersthatmymotherhadwrittenmeforstrangers,andtuck edthemallthroughoutthecity,dozensanddozensofthem.ileftthemeverywher e,incafesandinliparies,attheu.n.,everywhere.ibloggedaboutthoselettersand thedayswhentheywerenecessary,andiposedakindofcrazypromisetotheinternet:thatifyouaskedmeforahand-writtenletter,iwouldwriteyouone,noquesti onsasked.overnight,myinboxmorphedintothisharborofheartpeak--asingle motherinsacramento,agirlbeingbulliedinruralkansas,allaskingme,a22-year-oldgirlwhobarelyevenknewherowncoffeeorder,towritethemaloveletterand givethemareasontowaitbythemailbox.well,todayifuelaglobalorganizationthatisfueledbythosetripstothemailbox,fu eledbythewaysinwhichwecanharnesssocialmedialikeneverbeforetowritean dmailstrangersletterswhentheyneedthemmost,butmostofall,fueledbycrate sofmaillikethisone,mytrustymailcrate,filledwiththescriptingsofordinarypeo ple,strangerswritingletterstootherstrangersnotbecausethey'reevergoingto meetandlaughoveracupofcoffee,butbecausetheyhavefoundoneanotherby wayofletter-writing.but,youknow,thethingthatalwaysgetsmeaboutth eselettersisthatmostofthemhavebeenwrittenbypeoplethathaveneverknow nthemselveslovedonapieceofpaper.theycouldnottellyouabouttheinkoftheir ownloveletters.they'retheonesfrommygeneration,theonesofusthathavegro wnupintoaworldwhereeverythingispaperless,andwheresomeofourbestcon versationshavehappeneduponascreen.wehavelearnedtodiaryourpainontof acebook,andwespeakswiftlyin140charactersorless.butwhatifit'snotaboutefficiencythistime?iwasonthesubwayyesterdaywitht hismailcrate,whichisaconversationstarter,letmetellyou.ifyoueverneedone,justcarryoneofthese.(laughter)andamanjuststaredatme,andhewaslike,"well ,whydon'tyouusetheinternet?"andithought,"well,sir,iamnotastrategist,nora mispecialist.iammerelyastoryteller."andsoicouldtellyouaboutawomanwhos ehusbandhasjustcomehomefromafghanistan,andsheishavingahardtimeune arthingthisthingcalledconversation,andsoshetuckslovelettersthroughoutth ehouseasawaytosay,"comebacktome.findmewhenyoucan."oragirlwhodeci desthatsheisgoingtoleavelovelettersaroundhercampusindubuque,iowa,onl ytofindhereffortsripple-effectedthenextdaywhenshewalksoutontothequad andfindslovelettershangingfromthetrees,tuckedinthebushesandthebenche s.orthemanwhodecidesthatheisgoingtotakehislife,usesfacebookasawaytos aygoodbyetofriendsandfamily.well,tonighthesleepssafelywithastackofletter sjustlikethisonetuckedbeneathhispillow,scriptedbystrangerswhoweretheref orhimwhen. thesearethekindsofstoriesthatconvincedmethatletter-writingwillneveragai nneedtoflipbackherhairandtalkaboutefficiency,becausesheisanartformnow ,allthepartsofher,thesigning,thescripting,themailing,thedoodlesinthemargi ns.themerefactthatsomebodywouldevenjustsitdown,pulloutapieceofpaperandthinkaboutsomeonethewholewaythrough ,withanintentionthatissomuchhardertounearthwhenthepowserisupandthe iphoneispingingandwe'vegotsixconversationsrollinginatonce,thatisanartfor mthatdoesnotfalldowntothegoliathof"getfaster,"nomatterhowmanysocialnetworkswemightjoin.westillclutchclosetheseletterstoourchest,tothewordst hatspeaklouderthanloud,whenweturnpagesintopalettestosaythethingsthat wehaveneededtosay,thewordsthatwehaveneededtowrite,tosistersandpoth ersandeventostrangers,forfartoolong.thankyou.(applause)(applause)。