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作为一个先天性的白化病人，作者并没有甘受命运的安排而轻易放弃生活。相反，他的病使他学会了克服困难，并获得自信、取得成功！ Albino helped me achieve more I was born an albino （白化病人） in Pennsylvania in 1945. No one in my family had ever known what an albino was and what it meant to be an albino. My family and friends treated me like everybody else. That was just about the best thing they could have done. It helped me trust myself, so when troubles came along, I could deal with them. Like most albinos, I had terrible eyesight, but the fact that I could hardly see didn’t bother me that much. Kids would tease me, calling me “Whitey”. People stared at me when I held reading material right at the tip of my nose so that I could see it well enough. Even when I was eight, movie-theatre clerks started asking me to pay full price because I “looked older”. The worst part for me was that because my eyesight was so bad, I couldn’t play sports very well. I didn’t give up trying, though. I shot hoops （投篮） every day. And I studied harder. Eventually, I got better at school and loved it. By the time I got to college, I was double majoring, going to summer school and buying myself with every activity I could find. I had learned to be proud of being an albino. I did my best to make “albino” a positive word. And I decided to make my living with my eyes ― and in sports. | 
