英语翻译
My father brought home a sailboat when I was ten,and almost each Sunday in summers we would go sailing.Dad was quite skilled in sailing,but not good at swimming .As for me,I learned both before twelve because of living close to Lake Ontario.The last time Dad and I set sail together is really unforgettable .It was a perfect weekend after I graduated from university.I came home and invited Dad to go sailing.Out we set soon on the lake.Dad hadn’t sailed for years,but everything went well with the tiller（舵柄）in his hands.When we were in the middle of the lake,a strong wind came all of a sudden.The boat was hit violently .Dad was always at his best in any danger ,but at this moment he froze .“John!help ” he shouted in a trembling voice,with the tiller still in his hands.In my memory he could fix any problem .He was the one I always turned to for strength and security.Before I could respond,a wave of water got into the boat.I rushed to the tiller but it was too late.Anther huge wall of water got through the boat in a minute.We were thrown into the water,and Dad was struggling aimlessly.At that moment,I felt fiercely ashamed of him.I swam to Dad quickly and assisted him in climbing onto the hull（船壳）of the boat.Upon sitting on the hull,Dad was a little awkward about his flash of shame.“It’s all right,Dad.We are safe now,” I comforted him.That was the first time Dad had counted on me in a moment of emergency.More importantly,I found it was my turn to start looking out for my father.