As he lay awake that night, Tony could hear his parents discussing his sister Alice's birthday. It was just two days away. Birthdays were always a lot of fun, even though there was no money for store-bought gifts. Nearly all of toys he and his sister had were homemade. There was nothing wrong with that, he knew. Like many families in this part, they were poor.
This birthday would be different, though. Alice was older now, and he'd seen how her eyes lit up when she saw the new doll at Honey House, neighborhood store just down the road from their house.
How he longed for her to have it! An idea finally came to him just before he went to bed. After a quick breakfast the following morning, he placed a tin can and a piece of string in a large bag. Then he tied the bag to the handlebars of his bike and headed toward a village hill.
After a long journey, he reached his destination, the mango forest. There were already two other boys there. Tony grabbed his bag and set to work immediately. The smaller trees had already been picked over pretty well, but he was able to find a half-dozen mangos before noon.
When the sun was high overhead, the hard work began. Nearly all of the taller trees held ripe mangoes but they were well beyond reach. The other boys took their fruit and went away. Tony used his pocket knife to cut a long piece of bamboo. Then he took the tin can from the bag, tied it to one end of the bamboo stick, and walked over to the base of mango tree.
He stayed there, holding the tin can high up into the tree. His efforts were occasionally rewarded when a mango dropped into the can. After a while his neck ached from looking upward, and his arms grew sore. He kept at it,though, and by late afternoon his bag was nearly full.
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On the way back to town, Tony began to worry hat the other boys might already have sold or traded their mangoes with Homey House.
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The following morning, Alice walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the breakfast table.
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Once in the summer holidays, a brother and a sister, Sammy and Marie, visited their grandparents on their farm. Sammy took his slingshot (弹弓) to play in the woods. He practiced hard for many days but all his efforts were in vain. No matter how much he tried, he could never hit the target.
At lunchtime, Grandma called out, ”Sammy, it’s lunchtime!” Getting a little disappointed, he headed back for the lunch. While walking back, Sammy noticed his grandma’s pet. It was a cute, little duck. Out of excitement he took his slingshot and aimed at the duck. This time, his shot hit the target and it hit the poor duck on its head and killed it. He was shocked and frightened at the same time.
In the extreme fear, he hid the dead duck in the pile of woods. Marie, his younger sister, had seen it all from the window but she decided not to confront him.
The next day, Grandma said, “Marie, let’s wash the dishes.” Hearing this, Marie immediately said, “But Grandma, Sammy told me he wanted to help you do the household chores.” As soon as she said this, she turned to Sammy and whispered, “Remember the duck?” Sammy got anxious, knowing that his sister knew his secret about the duck. If he did not obey her, she would tell their grandparents about it. So without uttering a single word, he did the dishes. Later, in the evening, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go for fishing. On hearing this, Grandma said, ”I am sorry but I need Marie to stay with me and help make a supper.” Marie turned to Grandma and said, “Well, that’s all right. Sammy told me he wanted to help you." She again whispered to Sammy, “Remember the duck?” Hearing this, Sammy couldn’t say a word, just standing there angrily. So Marie went with her grandfather for fishing and poor Sammy had to stay with his grandma.
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After Marie took advantage of Sammy several times, he finally could not stand it any longer.
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Later that day, Marie went back from fishing with her grandfather.
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My father never told me he loved me when I was a child. I always saw him as being a serious man who rarely had a smile. But my mom told me “I love you” everyday. So I really never thought about not hearing it from my dad. I never really thought about it much until I faced the reality of death.
On November 9th, 1990, I received word that my National Guard unit was going to the war zone. I had been in the Guard for 10 years and never dreamed that we would be activated for a war, even though I knew it was what we trained for. I went to my father and gave him the news. I could sense he was worried about me going but he said nothing, and eight days later I was gone.
On November 17th,1990, our military vehicles rolled out of rural Greenville, Michigan. The streets were filled with families and well-wishers to see us off. As we were close to the edge of town, I looked out the window of my truck and saw my wife, my children, and Mom and Dad. They were all waving and crying, except for my father. He just stood there, almost like a stone statue. He looked pretty old at that moment. I don’t know why, he just did.
I was gone for that Thanksgiving and missed our family’s dinner. A few days after Thanksgiving I was able to call my wife, and she told me something that has made me look at my father in a different way ever since. She told me that my father recited his usual Thanksgiving prayer. But this time he added one last sentence. As a tear ran down his cheek, he said, “Dear Lord, please watch over and guide my son, Rick, with your hand in his time of need as he serves his country, and bring him home to us safely.” At that point he burst into tears. I had never seen my father cry, and when I heard this, I guessed my father really did love me.
Eight months later, I returned home from the war.
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_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Who Stole Grandma’s Pie?
My grandma is the best pie maker in the world. So when she called me — the best detective she knows — that one of her pies was missing, I knew that it was serious.
I hurried to Grandma’s house. The kitchen was still warm from the oven, and the air smelled buttery and sweet. When I hugged Grandma hello, I realized that I hadn’t visited her for a long time.
“Start from the beginning,” I said. “I cut the pie into six pieces,” she began, “in this pie tin.” She showed me the tin. There were only a few crumbs (碎屑)left.
“The pie is definitely missing,” I said, scooping up the crumbs and popping them into my mouth. “A pumpkin pie” I shouted, nearly jumping. “My favorite kind! This is even more serious than I thought” I took a small note book and a pencil from my pocket. “Now, when did you last see this pie?”
“I baked it this morning,” said Grandma. “Then the doorbell rang. It was that nice young man who rakes (耙平)my leaves.”
“Just as I suspected,” I said, writing down “leaf raker” in my notebook. “He stole the pie.”
“Oh, dear, no,” Grandma said. “He just wanted me to know that he was finished. He did such a good job that I gave him a piece of pie.”
“Then what happened, Grandma?”
“When I went outside with the young man’s piece of pie, the mail carrier was there. She told me she could smell that pie all the way from the curb.”
“Aha!” I said, writing “mail carrier” in my notebook. “The mail carrier must have sneaked into the house and stole the pie” Grandma shook her head. “No, I gave her a piece of pie myself.”
“Go on,” I said, getting a little concerned.
“Then the phone rang, and it was my neighbor, Grace. You know, the woman with a white cat?” I nodded and wrote “G.” in my book. “She is such a dear. She calls me every day to see if I need anything. So I invited her and her daughter over for some pie and tea.”
“Grandma!” I said. “No one stole the pie. One to the leaf raker. Another to the mail carrier. You and Grace each had one. And her daughter’s is five. You gave away all the pieces.” Grandma looked thoughtful.
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“There were six pieces!” Grandma reminded me.
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At last I opened the door of the refrigerator.
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Michael and Adele had been happily married for 63 years when a terrible car accident separated them. Adele passed away in the accident, and Michael missed her very much. Every Sunday, the elderly man would get up at 8 a.m., dress up for a date with his wife, buy her favorite flowers and visit her.
One day, while on the bus on his way to visit his wife, Michael’s attention was drawn to a woman who was sobbing. She was in her mid-twenties and reminded him of his daughter. Out of concern, Michael inquired gently, “Hey, are you okay? Do you mind if I take a seat here? Talking about it may make you feel better.”
The woman, teary-eyed, looked up at him and finally nodded. As Michael took a seat, he noticed she kept staring at the flowers in his hands. “Do you like these flowers as well? These are my wife’s favorite flowers.”
Just then, the woman burst out crying once more. “Actually, it’s my birthday today. I wanted my husband to buy me some flowers too, but we didn’t have enough money…” she said. “Oh, thank you for listening to me. Those are really beautiful flowers, by the way.”
“Actually, these flowers are for my date with my wife,” Michael explained. “She left me a few years ago, but I go visit her at her grave every Sunday.”
“I’m sorry for your loss!” the woman said. “Oh, I wish I could tell you the whole story about my wife and me, but it looks like we just arrived at my stop. I hope to see you again … Mrs …”Michael asked.
“Claire Duncan. You can call me Claire.” “It was a pleasure speaking with you, Claire. You can call me Mr. Collins,” Michael said. “Oh, you can have these,” he added, handing her the flowers. “Have a wonderful day!”
“Oh, no, those are for your wife. I can’t take them,” Claire protested, but Michael persisted and eventually handed her the flowers.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Collins,” Claire replied, smiling. The man then returned her smile and exited the bus.
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At home that night, Claire decided to repay Mr. Collins’ generosity.
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When Michael visited his wife again, he was surprised by the lovely flowers and the note near her grave.
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Before boarding the plane, we had had all schedualed. However, on discovering our family of five couldn’t sit together on our flight home, my husband and I went back and forth, trying out different combinations. Who would sit where in the two-up-front, three-in-the-back seating we’d been given?
We considered how we would board, carrying a 3-year-old son and five pieces of hand luggage with us, and taking care of our older son and daughter. Finally, we decided: my husband, up front with our older son; our daughter, younger son and me in the back — three seats in row 29.
We were the last to board. Our younger son was mentally disabled because of Down’s syndrome (唐氏综合征). Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to sit for longer than necessary in the plane. We settled our older son at the front and then slowly moved to the back of the plane. My husband searched through the already overstuffed overhead lockers (塞满的头顶储物柜), trying to find room for our bags. That’s when he noticed the problem with those seats. There weren’t three seats in row 29 at all. There was one in row 28 and two in row 29. “No matter,” I thought to myself.
However, it did matter. It turned out that our three seats were all singles. It was fine for my daughter, but what about my younger son? He was to sit behind me across the aisle (过道) — out of sight and out of reach. My heart sank. My breath was taken away. My mind and stomach churned (剧烈搅动). I called to the flight workers.
“I’m sorry,” I said, voice cracking. “I can’t fly like this.”
“Seats across the aisle are set next to each other,” said one, as if that would help me.
“But they’re not next to each other. One is behind the other, across the aisle. My son is only three. He is disabled. I can’t leave him by himself. He needs to be with me.”
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The flight workers looked at each other, showed their understanding, but offered no solution.
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Before I put him in the separate seat, a good-hearted couple stood up.
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On my son Andrew's 15th birthday, I took him to a shoe shop near our home in Toronto to get a pair of shoes. Andrew is nonspeaking autistic (自闭症) and prefers to go shopping when it's not busy.
Andrew got new shoes for his 15th birthday. As we headed toward the door, I told the sales assistants it was Andrew's 15th birthday today. "Happy birthday and have fun," the sales assistants replied.
Instead of having Andrew point to the "thank you" symbol on the picture chart he carried with him, I paused and held up his letterboard.
For ten years, we have carried around a picture chart, which Andrew uses to communicate. It contains images that match his most important and most used words: people, places, food, greetings and activities. Over the years, neighbourhood kids, friends, cousins and classmates have studied the pictures and the strips at the top of the chart that contain even more "representations" of Andrew's life.
Years ago, we discovered that Andrew could communicate more than his basic needs through the use of a letterboard—by pointing to individual letters on an alphabet grid (网格) to spell out words. It's a simple but profound tool. We have attached a letterboard to the back of his picture chart to spare us the trouble of carrying multiple charts and boards.
Using the letterboard requires significant time and effort for Andrew, but we persevere (坚持) because we know it gives him an opportunity to share more of who he is than what can be conveyed through basic pictures and words.
And so, instead of rushing out of the shoe shop door. I held up the letterboard and asked Andrew how he'd like to respond.
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After a moment of silent consideration, Andrew slowly pointed to the letters on the board.
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