哭了，看不懂，求翻译

　Fifteen years ago I entered the Boston Globe which was a temple to me then. It wasn’t easy getting hired. But once you were there I found you were in. 　　Globe jobs were for life-guaranteed until retirement. For 15 years I had prospered there—moving from an ordinary reporter to foreign correspondent and finally to senior editor. I would have a lifetime of security is I struck with it. Instead I had made a decision to leave. I entered my boss’s office. Would he rage? I wondered. He had a famous temper.“Matt we have to have a talk”I began awkwardly.“I came to the Globe when I was twenty-four. Now I’m forty. There’s a lot I want to do in life. I’m resigning.”“To another paper?”he asked. I reached into my coat pocket but didn’t say anything. I handed him a letter that explained everything. It said that I was leaving to start a new media company. We were at a rare turning point in history. I wanted to be directly engaged in the change.“I’m glad for you”he said quite out of my expectation.“I just came from a board of directors meeting and it was seventy-five percent discouraging news. Some of that we can deal with. But much of it we can’t”he went on.“I wish you all the luck in the world”he concluded.“And if it doesn’t work out remember your star is always high here.” 　　Then I went out of his office walking through the newsroom for more good-byes. Everybody was saying congratulations. Everybody—even though I’d be risking all on an unfamiliar venture: all the financial security I had carefully built up. 　　Later I had a final talk with Bill Taylor chairman and publisher of the Boston Globe. He had turned the Globe into a billion-dollar property.“I’m resigning Bill”I said. He listened while I gave him the story. He wasn’t 　　looking angry or dismayed either. After a pause he said“Golly I wish I were in your shoes.”