Grandma got Grandpa out of bed and helped him to the kitchen for breakfast. After his meal, she led him to his armchair in the living room where he would rest while she cleaned the dishes. Every so often, she would check to see if he needed anything.
This was their daily routine after Grandpa’s latest stroke. Although once a very active man, his severely damaged left arm, difficulty walking and slurred speech now kept him housebound. For nearly a year he hadn’t even been to church or to visit family.
Grandpa filled his hours with television. He watched the news and game shows while Grandma went about her day. They made a promise — he was not to leave his chair or his bed without her assistance.
“If you fell and I threw my back out trying to help you, who would take care of us?” Grandma would ask him. She was resolved they should take care of themselves and live independently. The Brooklyn brownstone had been their first home and held wonderful memories. They weren’t ready to leave it behind anytime soon.
Immigrants from Ireland, they had met and married in America. Grandma was friendly, outgoing and unselfish; Grandpa was reserved, a man devoted to his family, but he wasn’t big on giving gifts. While he wouldn’t think twice about giving Grandma the shirt off his back, he had the belief that if you treated your wife well throughout the year, presents weren’t necessary; so he rarely purchased gifts for her.
It was a cold, gray February morning, a typical winter’s day in New York. As always, Grandma walked Grandpa to his chair. “I’m going to take a shower now.” She handed him the television remote. “If you need anything, I’ll be back in a little while.”
After her shower, she glanced towards the back of Grandpa’s recliner but noticed that his cane was not leaning in its usual spot. Sensing something unusual, she went into the room. He was gone. The closet door stood open and his hat and overcoat were missing. Fear ran down her spine. Grandma threw a coat over her bathrobe and ran outside.
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Desperately, she scanned the street in both directions.
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Just then, Grandpa came around the corner.
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One of my teachers once asked my class what our favorite memory was. My answer, however, invited giggles and hesitant smiles. Why? Because I felt the best when I first learned how to ride my bike-at thirteen. I didn’t mind my classmate’s stares and laughter, because I knew there was more to the story.
My sister and I shared a typical sisterly relationship: We couldn’t stand each other. Or, to be honest, she couldn’t stand me. I admired her. Her personality was the definition of cool. My clothes were mysteriously inclined to look like hers, and even my words tended to mimic(模仿) those I heard from home. Many times, I even wanted to literally follow my sister, crying every time I was banned from attending movies with her. Needless to say, I was a brat (淘气鬼) and an annoyance to her. Any sort of conversation we had was usually reduced to fighting, and try as might, my sister had an extra six years worth of insulting (侮辱的) vocabulary (which meant she usually won). After a while, I stopped trying to impress her and learned to be totally indifferent; perhaps the silent treatment would get more approval. I was wrong. We soon fell into a sad pattern-I avoided her, she ignored me, and deep inside, it hurt. So that’s how it was between us. Indifferent or hostile (敌对 的), she was only a sister in name. I truly believed that we would forever be apart, two housemates without conversation, two strangers without warmth. And nothing more.
I still remember the day I learned to ride a bike. I had received the bike that day, which was great, until I realized I had no idea how to ride it. My mom had long abandoned any attempt to teach me; I had proved to be a panicky, frustrating student.
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I couldn’t ride my bike, and on that day, it was no different.
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My sister never once let me fall.
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Sports are important in our family. Both of our sons were high-school athletes in our town of Verden. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when Lauren announced she was going out for the girls’ basketball team. But I was. At just five feet, one inch tall, our daughter’s lack of height wasn’t my worry. She has Down syndrome (唐氏综合征).
My wife and I never told Lauren that she was different. We treated her like our other children. We didn’t want her to feel disabled or different because she had Down syndrome.
“I’m gonna play basketball, Daddy.” Lauren ran to meet me when I came in from work. She flew into my arms and lingered long in my embrace. Unlike some sixteen-year-olds, Lauren was outwardly affectionate (亲切的).
“That’s nice, honey,” I replied automatically, and patted her shoulder. Walking into the kitchen, I kissed my wife Laura on the cheek. Laura spoke slowly, her tone steady. “What Lauren’s trying to tell you is that she’s joining the girls’ high-school basketball team.”
Just as my wife’s words sunk in, I heard Lauren behind me.
“I’m gonna be a Lady Tiger,” she whooped, skipping into the room and throwing her arms in the air. She raced out of the kitchen to one of her favorite activities, watching cartoons on television. Everything that could happen flashed through my mind. What should we do? Parenting seldom had clear-cut answers, and bringing up a child with a disability was an additional challenge.
Mid-November, the season’s first basketball game arrived. I settled into a seat on the second row with the rest of my family. Before the game, cheerleaders (啦啦队) were running on the court, dancing and jumping. The game got off to a good start, but soon Verden was behind. Even after a rally (反弹) in the second half, I knew the Lady Tigers were certain to lose. Just less than two minutes were left, and Verden was down by seventeen points. Coach called a time-out. The announcer’s voice echoed over the public-address system. “Number thirty-three, Lauren Wray, in for the Lady Tigers.” My heart pounding, I watched wide-eyed. Lauren was in the game.
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Lauren kept pace with the others fairly well.
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Applause exploded and the thunderous sounds echoed on the court.
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Grandmother Bonnie called out to Amy as she finished setting the table and served them dinner. When Amy didn’t respond, Bonnie went to the young girl’s room and pushed the door open. Amy sat at her desk with her headphones on, drawing a picture.
“Are you drawing those strange pictures again?” Bonnie yelled. “Have you finished your homework? Your teacher called me today and told me you’ve been ignoring her homework!” she shouted angrily.
Minutes later, Amy walked into the kitchen and quietly sat at the table. They began eating dinner in silence. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Bonnie answered the door to see a man in his early 40s standing outside. It turned out to be Mr. Henderson, a famous New York-based cartoonist. He explained to Amy he received a letter with some pieces of her artwork and was so impressed with her talent. In fact, he wrote Amy letters, but never got an answer.
Amy noticed Bonnie moving nervously in her seat, and realized why the letters had never reached her. Her grandmother kept them hidden from her.
“I’ m here with an offer for Amy,” Mr. Henderson continued. “We are accepting applications for our arts training program this summer. I would personally teach the students the art of cartoons and everything related. For that, Amy needs to pass a test, and then she’ll have to spend her summer in New York learning under me. If everything goes well, she will be able to join my team later and seek her dream of art.”
“Really?!” Amy was so excited. But Bonnie refused because she promised Amy’s late parents to raise their child well and make her an educated person. Mr. Henderson sighed and pulled out a file from his bag, “It’s a test. I know your Granny is against it, kid. But if you manage to finish it and hand it over to me by 10 a.m. the day after tomorrow, I can take it to my manager,” he added as he gave Amy an encouraging smile and left the house. Amy decided to finish the test after school the next day.
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The next evening, Amy found her drawing tools were gone.
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Entering the house, Amy found Bonnie holding her drawing tools, crying.
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I spent most of my teenage years in an old farmhouse in the Durham County countryside. That was more than 30 years ago, but life there dated back to an even earlier era I spent my summer days doing manual labor in the tobacco fields, while my summer evenings were spent preparing vegetables in the backyard. My fall weekends were often spent cutting wood and storing logs for the fire. Some of my neighbors still had outhouses. We had an indoor TV receiver which helped us tune into the few television stations we could watch.
Living where we did, we could see three or four other houses from our own, none of them within shouting distance. We knew our neighbors, most of whom were elderly. My father wouldn’t let other folks do without when he had enough, so we helped them out when they needed it.
Jimmy lived across the street, on the far side of a tobacco field. He was seventy years old and lived alone. He lost his wife two years ago. He had barely supported himself these last couple of years since his health had gotten worse. One day, we went to visit him at his home. It was a small wooden house with dirty windows and a curtain that had been mended several times. The poor old man would sit in an armchair by the window, holding a faded (褪色的) photo, and with tears in his eyes, recall happy memories of his wife.
One weekend, my father went to check on Jimmy, but a rare heavy snow happened to fall. It was so heavy that he couldn’t get his old truck up Jimmy’s uneven (不平坦的), snow-covered road Nobody could understand what made Dad climb the 400 yards or so to Jimmy’s house. My brother and I were waiting anxiously at home. After a long time, he rushed home and told us that Jimmy was sick and had no firewood left.
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My father asked us if we would like to help.
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We knocked on Jimmy’s door, and he greeted us.
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I’d driven down to Los Angeles to interview a well-known artist. Afterwards I saw a restaurant across the street. Walking in, I was led to a table. It was a nice place, open and clean. A waitress came over, “Coffee?” she asked me with a smile on her face.
She banded me one of those over-sized menus covered with photos of dishes and left. I sat there holding it in both hands, looking for something simple, something not in a photograph. At the bottom of the page, I found a line of text: the “Senior Special”— one egg, two pancakes and bacon, $5.99. When I was sitting there, I felt just like being at home. It was hard to know where my feeling came from.
Then my waitress was back. I ordered the “Senior Special”. “Don’t you want the ‘Fast Start’?” she asked. I hadn’t noticed that one. She pointed to the menu, “Do you see this one? ‘Fast Start’.” I took a quick look: $4.99, two eggs, two pancakes and bacon.
“You get more and save money,” she pointed out, I looked at her closely to see if there was a hidden trick. No. I didn’t think so. The “Fast Start” was clearly a better choice. The same menu, plus one extra egg and one dollar less! Why not order it? I ordered the “Fast Start”.
As she walked away, I watched her, a middle-aged woman whose kindness I really felt. Without doubt, everything was falling into place with no effort at all. I was even being gifted with an extra dollar. It was almost as if I’d entered the perfect world.
As I walked out of the restaurant, I looked back and said to myself, “I will remember this restaurant because there is a great waitress.” Since then, I have become a regular customer of the restaurant.
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Then I learned that the waitress was living a hard life.
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Knowing her difficult situation, I wanted to give her a hand before Christmas.
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Jim Fraser would observe a little girl selling flowers beside a street on his way from work every day. She sat by a large green board and a banner that read, “Brighten your day with these flowers, and your help can brighten mine.”
Every time Jim crossed that specific street, he noticed that the girl was there. Unfortunately, few paid attention to her and she rarely sold anything. Jim always wanted to help her, and one day he got his chance. One of his office’s clerk was retiring. He wanted to get her something, and he thought a bouquet (花束) would be a great idea.
He stopped by the little girl that day, “Hello there,” he said, smiling, “could you please make me a fresh bouquet of roses?”
The girl raised her head, shyly, “Thank you for buying flowers from me. Please select the flowers and I will tie them together for you.”
He picked up the flowers and handed them to her. The little girl reached for a sheet and a ribbon beside her, and she skillfully made a lovely bouquet and extended to Jim. Jim was blown away by the girl’s abilities.
“Wow! That’s lovely. Thank you again for the bouquet. What’s your name, by theway?”
“I’m Cassy, and I’m 11 years old,” she said brightly, lowering her head again. “I hope you like the flowers, Please come for more!”
“I love them, Cassy. Thank you! I’m Jim. It is nice to meet you!” Jim smiled at her shyness.
The next day, Jim was on his way from work. However, he didn’t see Cassy in her usual spot. And she didn’t show up for several days in a row.
Jim was afraid that something horrible had happened to her. He asked the shops nearby and people around if they knew anything about Cassy, but regrettably, nothing came of it. Thankfully, after a week on his way from work, Cassy had returned with her flowers! However, she appeared incredibly skinny and pale, as if she hadn’t eaten and washed up in days, if not weeks.
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Jim asked why she hadn’t been here in days.
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To assist Cassy and her mother, Jim created a GoFundMe page online.
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