Mom was born in a small village, which is famous for paper-folding art, and Mom learnt how to make paper animals. In 1967, Mom went to Hong Kong, where she met Dad. They went to the suburbs of Connecticut later. Not knowing English, she was lonely until I was born.
When I was young, Mom liked to make paper animals for me. She folded up the paper, then lifted the paper packet to her mouth and blew into it. There in her hands was a little paper tiger. It seemed that the little tiger shared her breath. This was her magic. At my request, Mom also made a goat, a deer and even a shark.
Mark, one of the neighborhood boys, came over with his Star Wars action figure. I brought out the paper tiger. Mark examined the wrapping-paper pattern of the tiger’s skin. "That doesn’t look like a tiger. Is it a toy? ""I had never thought of that. But looking at it, it was really just a piece of wrapping paper.
Later, Dad bought me a full set of Wars action figures. I packed the paper animals in a shoebox and put them into the comer of the attic(阁楼). Once in a while, I would see Mom at the kitchen table making new paper animals. I caught them, pressed and then put them away in the box in the attic.
Mom was also trying to learn to speak English, but her accent and broken sentences embarrassed me. I tried to correct her. but in vain. Eventually. I stopped talking with her. For years, I paid no attention to Mom until one day my Dad called and told me that Mom was in hospital. Dad and I stood, one on each side of Mom. She turned to me, " Jack, just keep that box with you, and you will find it so important. "
She died several days later. Dad aged raw after that. The house was too big for him and had to be sold. My girlfriend Susan and I went to help him pack and clean the place.
Susan found the shoebox in the attic.___________________________________________________________________________________________________
I unfolded the paper tiger and found several lines of Chinese characters written by my mother.
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I am a frequent interstate traveler. I was born in Ontario, Canada and thus all my family except my husband and children live there. So three times a year I make a trip north from Georgia to visit. I often travel by myself as my children are all grown and my husband is working.
Two years ago I went up in the spring and brought one of my sisters south for a month to take away the pains of a long winter. This year I did the same. It is interesting that many of my friends have said "Aren't you scared?" or "What if you break down?”. I always respond that I have a lot of faith in the Lord and in myself. My husband is a mechanic and each year gives my 230,000+ miles car a good checkup. He will come for me if I need help.
Here is how my miracle happened on Interstate 85 North in South Carolina. Heading north to take my sweet sister of 63 home to Canada, we were chatting away and I was driving 70 miles per hour in the third lane over. Yes, the fastest lane. All of a sudden, I started to lose power. I said anxiously I was losing power and got over to the next and then the right lane, I was driving at about 40 miles per hour when I got to the first exit. I finally arrived at a Citgo station and pulled off the road.
I immediately called my husband and he didn't answer. I was thinking he never answered his phone. I called 2 more times saying please answer the phone to myself. I was getting pretty upset thinking what I should do. I got out of the car and looked under it and smelled gas. Then* I checked the oil and water. Luckily, both were good! My sister went into the gas station and said to the clerk if he knew anyone who could help us and then said pray for us as she made her way to the rest room.
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I was standing by my car when a man with broken English suddenly appeared.
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I thanked my rescuer and asked him if I could pay him for his help.
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With sunlight flooding through the window, I was sitting at the kitchen table, enjoying the breakfast with my son, our cat, Rosie, rubbing itself against my son’s legs from time to time. After assigning my son what he would do in the morning, I also engaged myself in my work. However, within only minutes I could hear my son jumping around and laughing, doing who-knows-what but certainly not his schoolwork. “Stop playing and get your schoolwork done!” I yelled from my room where I was working. There was complete quiet for a while, and then the noise started up again.
“What are you doing? I shouted.” You know you can’t have a break until the schoolwork is done!” As a single mom working from home and home-schooling my son, I had to finish my work each day and help my son gain knowledge and form a good learning habit.
“Rosie stole my pencil, Mommy! I can’t do my schoolwork!” The response came in a voice that sounded as though he surely didn’t mind having a pencil stolen. With a sigh, I pulled myself away from work and entered my son’s room. There I saw our cat, Rosie, sitting on the desk with the pencil between her feet. She threw it and bit it, and then sat right on my son’s books. I walked up to the desk and removed her from it.
This had become the norm. Rosie often disturbed my son. They were good friends and my son never minded Rosie disturbing him. Each time Rosie caused trouble, I wanted to lock her inside the bathroom. But when seeing how my lonely son, who was shy, homeschooled and had few friends, enjoyed Rosie’s company, I abandoned the idea.
That day, I finally made a rule after trying to remove Rosie from the desk for the millionth time. “If you focus on your work and don’t let her distract you, she can stay on the desk. Otherwise, I’ll lock her in the bathroom,” I told my son. Then I moved Rosie off his books and onto the side of the desk, making her lie down.
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“Stay here!” I ordered and then returned to my room.
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Once I put Rosie into the bathroom and closed the door, she started to miaow loudly.
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Julia always enjoyed running through The Dark Walk towards the light at the end of it. It was a dark, damp tunnel (隧道) made of smooth branches. This year she had the extra joy of showing it to her small brother, Stephen, and terrifying him as well as herself.
One day they found a hole on one side of the walk. Inside there was water, in which they perceived a panting trout (喘息的鳟鱼). They were both so excited that they were no longer afraid of the darkness as they bent down and peered at the fish panting in his tiny prison, his silver stomach going up and down like an engine; otherwise he was motionless. Julia wondered what he ate and thought of his hunger. She found him a worm. He ignored the food, and just went on panting. Bending over him, she thought how he had been in there. All the winter, in the dark tunnel, all day, all night, floating around alone.
Nobody knew how the fish got there. Her mother suggested that a bird had carried the egg. Her father thought that in the winter a small stream might have carried it down there as a baby, and it has been safe until summer came and the water began to dry up. Before they went to bed, Stephen asked his mummy the whole story of the trout, not really interested in the actual trout, but in the story which his mum began to make up for him, and Julia, in her bed, presented her back to them and read her book. But she kept one ear cocked. “And so, in the end, this naughty fish got bigger and bigger, and the water got smaller and smaller...” Passionately, she turned around and cried, “Mummy, don’t make it a horrible old moral story. Her mom even brought in a fairy (仙子), who had made it rain and filled the hole, so that the trout could float away down to the river below. Staring at the moon she knew there was no such thing as a fairy and that trout, down in the tunnel, was panting for his life.
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She sat up in the silent night and Stephen was sound asleep.
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Julia poured the trout out of the pot into the river.
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My father was a self-taught mandolin (曼陀林) player. He was one of the best players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and sometimes would play for the local radio station.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children would sing along. We learned the words to the hymn (圣歌) when we were very young and would sing it with Dad. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family. He knew we enjoyed singing and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
Whenever I came home, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
Dad worked on the farm. While working, he was involved in an accident. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand broken between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated (截肢). He didn’t lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
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A fter the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin.
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Father was diagnosed with lung cancer.
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Our church congregation (集会) in Toronto has a way of assisting those who have financial difficulties without making the receiver feel shame or guilt. Money is dropped into an offering box with only the name of the receiver on the envelope. The envelopes are then distributed to those members without them knowing the name of the giver.
There came a time when my husband and I were among those in need. Both of us lost jobs at that time and there was little hope that we could be employed within a short time. Of course, out of self-esteem (自尊), we did not talk about our financial difficulty with anyone else. The only reason our children knew was that we had to cut back on many things. Still, we hoped they were not aware of the extent of our need, nor of how much their father and I were suffering because of it. We did not want to burden them with a problem they could do nothing to solve.
With time going by, our situation wasn’t improving, and my husband and I knew that we would have to look for outside help. In that cold winter, just as we reached the point of despair, our church gave us a gift envelope that had been left in the offering box. You couldn’t imagine how overjoyed we were on receiving such a very substantial amount of money, which was enough to bring us through that desperate time. We couldn’t help but wonder who had given such a generous gift. We were extremely relieved and enormously grateful. In this way, we could survive this tough period with the money. Besides, we needn’t worry about our son’s university tuition, that is, he needn’t apply for any loan because he had taken a part-time job and worked hard to earn some money since he was nine years old. He had been a paper carrier for The Toronto Star, a car washer, a dishwasher and so on. He had been careful for his small earnings so we had trusted him to leave all his wages with him instead of putting it into the bank towards his education.
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A year later, our son was applying for a student loan.
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Finally, in tears, and with great unwillingness, my son told us the truth.
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Sarah had unspeakable pain because she had to raise her children alone. But over time, she changed too much, looking skinny in the mirror, with dark bags under her eyes. She knew she had to stop burning herself out before it was too late. So she emailed her manager that she was taking an urgent day off.
It had to be the best day ever. Sarah hated instant coffee but didn’t have time for anything else. But not now. Sarah placed her favorite coffee maker on the stove and walked to the kitchen windowsill, enjoying her company when her phone rang loudly from her bedroom. “Yes?” “Hello, Sarah! How are you doing?” “Natalie? Oh, my goodness! Is this really you?” …Natalie was Sarah’s friend, but they’d lost touch after Natalie and her husband moved to Europe. Unfortunately, Sarah got so carried away by the conversation that she completely forgot about her coffee on the stove. The weather turned harsh, and strong winds blew the window curtain toward the stove, causing it to catch fire. Sarah put the phone down immediately when she smelled something burning and the smoke caused her to cough.
Sarah’s house was reduced to a pile of charred wreckage (残骸). Her neighbors looked at her pityingly and offered to shelter her until she could find a place to live. But Sarah couldn’t take their favor. She knew no one wanted to see a swarm of children at home, especially in the current economy. Sarah and her children had been dragged to a shelter in the street.
A few months later, it was Sarah’s birthday. She decided to take her children out for a good lunch and then get back to her work. But they didn’t want to and had a strange request. They blindfolded (蒙住眼睛) her, guiding her out of the house. Sarah had no clue what her children had planned for her. She knew they were heading somewhere far from the homeless shelter since they were on a bus at some point.
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As Sarah did remove the blindfold, her hands went to her mouth in shock.
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