Would You Like a Cup of Tea?
The year when I turned 30, my friend Erin and I hiked part of Newfoundland's East Coast Trail-215 kilometers between Cappahayden and St. John's. There was one take-home I didn't expect: proof of the surprising kindness of strangers.
As a shy woman growing up in the danger of strangers, I'm not one to open up to anyone I don't know. But on that hike, I learned new ways to manage.
Over our first two days, we covered less than 30 kilometers, mostly in the rain. Then the rain changed into a downpour. Nothing dried overnight and everything was wet through. The trails were rugged, with deep muddy puddles. We struggled with every step.
As we emerged from one trail, looking like cats in the rain, a woman and her parents caught sight of us and took pity. "Would you like to come in for a cup of tea?" the woman asked. A brief break from the weather, a warm tea, chairs to sit on—it was all too good to pass up. We hurried to their cottage, and then learned more about our hostess—Jenny. Tea turned into an offer of a shower; the hot shower turned into an offer of a hot meal. After the meal, our boots and clothes were dried out over the oven. We sat on couches, listening to the radio, looking through magazines and talking casually and happily.
The rain stopped. We waved a reluctant goodbye and continued the rest hilly road with new energy.
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Back at home, I telephoned and told Jenny we'd made it.
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I knew that the trip would change me.
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In the first grade in senior high school, I was extremely shy, I had friends, but it just wasn’t in my personality to be very outgoing, even when I knew someone. I was afraid I would do or say something wrong, so usually I just smiled and listened to other people’s conversations.
I did well in school and I loved to write. However, I would escape into my writing, where I could be myself and never had to worry about what other people thought of me. In my stories, I was never shy, I often imagined that I was the main character in the story. My teacher, Mrs. Sather, always encouraged me to write more and be myself. She told our class to go after our dreams and dig in with great efforts. I thoughts he was one of the first people to see my inner strength.
One day, she showed us a play she had written and announccd that our class was going to perform it. “I’ll begin to choose all the performers tomorrow” she said, “I need someone who is not afraid to be onstage in front of a lot of people to play the lead part of Dorothy. Anybody wants to try?” A few excited hands shot up -mine, of course, was not one of them and Mrs. Sather smiled. “We’ll talk more about it later,” she said. Then the bell rang and my classmates slowly left the classroom.
“I will never do that,” I thought. But after rereading the play, I was deeply attracted by the story and couldn’t help imagining myself to be the main character Dorothy. There seemed to be a new person inside me, a much more daring, outgoing person who had been hidden all along, just waiting for the opportunity to appear. However, I still felt shy and could never picture myself acting in a play in front of two hundred people. Having struggled for a few minutes, I still did not know how to make the decision.
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When I was packing my schoolbag, Mrs Sather asked me to go to her.
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One week later, it was time for me to perform on the stage.
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I first saw little Tommy under an old Joshua tree on the school playground in Los Angeles as his elementary school teacher. As the school year progressed, a special friendship between us began to develop.
One day in mid-October, I was in the school office when Tommy’s teacher dashed in carrying Tommy, who was sobbing with a handkerchief wrapped around his seriously bleeding index finger (食指). The bathroom door had slammed on his finger, leaving the tip fallen onto the floor. Our school bus driver rushed us immediately to the Emergency Room.
The doctor was waiting for us. Sadly, after a careful check. I knew from the look on his face that it was too late for a stitch surgery. Tommy was lying on a flat bed, having been sobbing a lot with his chest still heaving. I gently brushed the tears from his cheeks, feeling helpless. Then suddenly, an idea came to me. Bending over, I whispered in his ear, “Tommy, did you know that geckos (our local lizards) grow their tails back and little boys can grow their fingers back too?”
Tommy’s soft green eyes grew wide with excitement. “Really?” he asked, obviously astonished by the thought. I answered with certainty and decided to teach him the ancient local methods of visual imagery and confirmation that I had learned in my youth under the guidance of elder specialists. I find it encouraging that researchers at major universities are now confirming this ancient wisdom.
As Tommy closed his eyes, l began, “Now Tommy, tell your finger in your heart how much you love and need it.” I could see Tommy’s little face focused in deep concentration. “Tell your finger that you need it to dial the phone.” I paused, watching his little lips silently repeat my words. “I waited for another moment and then continued. “Now just say, grow for me, finger. I love you and 1 need you.”
After a few moments, Tommy opened his eyes, his tear-stained face lit up. I continued, “Remember to do this every time you think of it during the day.” He nodded seriously. Kissing him on the forehead. I said my good-byes and closed the door.
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A few days later, Tommy arrived back in school with a large bandage on his finger.
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A year later, Tommy came to say good-bye to me.
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My mother was a supporter of physical punishment, but for all her talking she has never spanked (打屁股) my siblings, and me only once. Instead she found ways of punishment that left a more lasting memory than giving us a spanking. One of the most memorable of these occasions occurred when I was four.
In the early 70’s my mother attended college during the day and I was in day care. One day at day care I watched an extremely tired mother attempt to pick up her daughter. The little girl asked, “Momma, are we going to McDonald’s for dinner?” The mother replied, “Honey, not tonight. Momma has to run a few errands (差事) and then we have to go home and cook dinner for Daddy.” “But I wanna go.” “Susie, I said not tonight. Maybe, if you are a good girl, we can go tomorrow.” Susie immediately dropped to the floor, kicking and screaming, “I want to go to McDonald’s.”
No amount of pleading (恳求) or scolding her mother tried stopped Susie’s tantrum (发脾气). Finally her mother gave in, “Okay, Susie, let’s go to McDonald’s.” Susie stopped yelling. With a smile on her face she grabbed her mother’s hand and they left. To say I was amazed would be inaccurate (不准确的); I was delighted that anything I wanted could be had by throwing a tantrum.
That day my mother picked me up early from day care because we were going to a store to purchase some Christmas items. I was excited by the lights and decorations, and as we walked through the toy section on the way to the counter, I saw a toy I had to have. It was a white and red telephone whose bells rang as it was pulled along on a string. Looking lovingly up at my mother I asked, “Mama, can I have that telephone? ”
She replied, “Baby, not now, but if you are a good girl, maybe Santa will bring it to you.” “But Mama, I want that telephone right now.” Her eyes narrowed and her hand tightened on mine. “Becky, you can’t have that telephone today, but if you misbehave, you can have a spanking.”
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By now we were standing in the long holiday line to pay the bill, and I figured it was a good chance.
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“Mama, stop. Mama, get up,” I tearfully pleaded.
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