“Little boy, will you help an old man up the hill with his load?” These words were spoken by an old gray-headed man, who was drawing a hand-cart with a bag of corn in it.
“I can’t. I am in a hurry,” said Hanson, the boy addressed, who was hurrying to get to the schoolyard, so that he might play with the boys before school began.
The old man sat down on a stone at the foot of the hill, to rest himself and gather strength for the ascent (上坡). He stared after Hanson, and sighed as he thought of the days of his youth, now far back in the past. A tear was beginning to gather in his eye, when another little boy, John Wilson, came up to him and said, “Shall I help you up the hill with your load?”
The old man brushed his eyes with the sleeve of his coat, and replied, “I shall be very glad to have your help.” He then stood up, took the handle of his cart, and pulled with all his strength, while John pushed behind.
When they reached the top of the hill, John discovered a hole in the bag on the under side, from which the corn was dropping out. Putting forth all his strength, he turned the bag, so that there might be no further loss of corn.
“Thank you very much,” said the old man, as John set out upon a run for his school-house; “and may God reward you.” But John was out of hearing before the last words were spoken.
When John reached the school-house, he was about ten minutes late, for which he received a mark (违纪记录). This was a very unusual thing for him, as he was remarkable for never being late. If he had told the headmaster what had delayed him, he would have been excused; but he thought it would look a little like boasting to do so. So he took the mark without saying a word.
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When the school was over, Hanson approached John.
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The next morning, John set out early for the school-house as usual.
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On February 21, 2018, the news brought Christine Cheers to her knees: “There’s been an accident.”
Her son, 32-year-old Navy flight surgeon James Mazzuchelli, had been injured in a helicopter training mission.
Machines were keeping James alive when Christine arrived at the hospital. The doctors told Christine that what she was seeing was likely his future——that her scuba diving, world-traveling, overachiever of a son was never going to wake up. He would never breathe on his own. He would never smile at her again.
It was time for Christine to honor the spirit of a man who had switched his major from commerce engineering to premed (医学预科) because he wanted to help people. It was time to make her very worst day some stranger’s best one. Christine instructed the hospital to begin the organ donation process.
Mike Cohen was just 18 when he’d been diagnosed (诊断) with a serious cancer in 2004. Doctors warned him that the treatment could cause lasting damage to his heart. At the time, surviving cancer seemed like the more pressing concern. He took his treatment seriously, doing the radiation and chemo(化疗). The risk had paid off — two years after his diagnosis, he was cancer-free. But six years later, his heart was beginning to fail. He would need a new one. He had to hope he survived waiting for a new heart.
Fortunately, on February 24, the hospital said they’d found him a heart. The next morning, Mike woke up in a hospital bed with a new heart beating in his chest.
After two weeks, he was sent home with instructions to report to recovery center, where he was limited for the first few days to slow walking. Across the room he spied a stationary (固定的) bike. And two weeks later, with his doctor’s OK, he threw a leg over and began to ride the bike.
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Two months after his surgery, Mike Cohen got a letter from Christine.
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Mike’s letter was a comfort for a wound that Christine felt would never recover.
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It was one o’clock in the morning. In the Ritesville art gallery, a window opened and a man came in. His name was Harry Black, and he was a thief. It was dark in the gallery, but Harry had a light. He looked across the room at a painting.
“There it is!” he said.
Harry moved quickly across the room. He stood and looked at the painting.
“A million dollars for this?” he thought. “I don’t understand it.”
But he took a knife from his coat. Then he took the painting very, very slowly from its frame(画框). Harry went back across the room to the window, but he walked into a table. There was a beautiful blue glass vase on the table. It fell onto the floor and broke into pieces. He ran across the pieces of glass to the window.
He had rented a room in Janey Allen’s house. He went quietly up to his room and closed the door. In his room, Harry took the painting from his bag. He wrapped it with a newspaper and put it under his bed.
In the morning. Janey was putting old bottles into a box. On the TV, a reporter was at the Ritesville art gallery. He was talking about the lost painting and the broken glass vase. Janey glanced at a photo of a blue vase.
At that time Harry wasn’t in his room. He was talking on his telephone. Janey was looking for old newspapers. Every Friday morning, she took then from every room in the house. Then later, the newspaper recycling truck arrived.
Janey opened Harry’s door and looked into his room. She always took his old newspapers or bottles for recycling. She found a newspaper under Harry’s bed. She put the old newspaper into a black recycling box. Then she ran from the house and saw the truck. “Wait!” she said. And she quickly gave the box to one of the men.
Harry came back to the house. Ile saw the recycling truck, and he saw Janey. “The newspaper! Oh, no!” Harry, cried.
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He desperately chased after the truck.
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________“Is this all I got?” asked my daughter, Allison. “I asked for a new cell phone and a tablet!”
“Where are the rest of the presents?” asked my son, Blake. “I wanted a set of golf clubs and a skateboard!”
Money had been tight, and as a single parent, I was doing the best I could. My children received almost everything on their wish lists when their father was alive, but things were different now.
Blake was now thirteen years old and Allison twelve. I knew we had somewhat spoiled(宠坏)them, but I had no idea it was this bad. I looked at my children and their confused faces. My feelings were hurt, but I didn’t want to show it. I was also very disappointed in their reactions to their presents. I was on my own, and I couldn’t maintain our old lifestyle.
That was the most terrible Christmas I had ever had.
The months went by quickly.I was planning our next Christmas celebration in my head a little every day. One day, I learned a local charity was seeking for help for a family that desperately needed help. It was a family that lived on a farm. There were four children in the house ranging in age from three to eight. The father had lost his job. They were a low-income family.
Although living a quite tough life myself, I still felt an urge to reach out to this family. I told Blake and Allison we would be giving gifts to a family that truly needed them. I went on to explain my disappointment in their actions and words the previous Christmas. Blake and Allison didn’t seem happy with the situation, but I was sure I had them thinking about their attitudes last Christmas.
We went shopping that weekend and bought gifts for all the children. We purchased everything they would need for a nice dinner and then picked out somethings to help them get through the winter.
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The day before Christmas Eve, we arrived at the small home of this family in need.
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It was time to go home, and we said our goodbyes.
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“What will we be singing for the contest this year?” a student from my high school choir,a singing team, asked eagerly.
I hesitated this moment. “I was thinking,” I said, “maybe we’ll skip the contest and just work hard on the concerts this year. ”
“NO!” the kids protested.
“We’ve got to go to contest!”
“In Class A. ”
“It’s tradition!”
This was true. Awards lined the front wall of the music room from the past successes of large, talented classes. But a change in educational policies, with an emphasis on academics, had reduced my choir to a mere thirty-two students. My section leaders had graduated or been forced to drop music classes, leaving me with young, inexperienced kids who couldn’t read music, couldn’t hold their parts, and could sing only a simple melody or song.
“Maybe we could enter Class B this year,” I suggested, knowing even that would be a near-impossible mission.
“No!” the kids screamed. “Class A!”
I shook my head. “Class A is extremely difficult. ”
“We can do it!” they shouted. “We can do it!”
“I’ll have to think about it,” I said, hoping their enthusiasm would die off in a couple of weeks.
But that didn’t happen. If anything, the class became more fixed. Every day they begged and begged and they insisted. Because I had to protect their self-pride I couldn’t tell them they weren’t good enough. My efforts to prevent their eagerness, by showing them a difficult piece of music from the contest list, simply ended with, “It’s okay, Mrs. Pliszka, we’ll get it. ”
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I struggled to make a decision.
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When the contest day finally arrived, the kids felt ready to take on the world!
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Children played in the yards along the block. I waved to them as I walked by, delivering mail at houses along the way. It was just an ordinary Thursday afternoon.
There were only about 700 people on my route. Over the years, I had gotten to know most of them, if not in person then by their mail. Mrs. Dorman at the end of my route got a package from the Home Shopping Network almost every day. She was an old lady, living alone and I liked being able to bring a little joy into her life with my delivery.
Some mailmen preferred routes where they drove a truck and slipped the mail into a collection of mailboxes without seeing anyone face to face. Not me. I wanted to be outside talking to people.
To be honest, there wasn’t much excitement on a local postal route like mine. Except a sudden rainstorm or a holiday, every day was pretty much the same. But I knew I provided an important service in my job. College acceptances, birthday presents, postcards from all corners of the world——they could all make someone’s day.
I dug in my bag for Mrs. Dorman’s mail——the Home Shopping Network package. She would be glad to get this, whatever it was. Mrs. Dorman often waited for me at the door and we always had a nice talk.
Mrs. Dorman wasn’t at the door today, but I heard the TV going inside, so I knew she was home. Probably watching her shopping shows, I thought. I bent down to put her package by the door.
I froze. What was that? Something like a weak cry. I leaned closer to the door. Maybe the sound came from the TV? “Mrs. Dorman?” I called. No answer. And then the same weak cry. I tried to open the door, but it was locked. So I pressed my ear against it.
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This time I clearly heard the words, “Help me!”
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“What had happened that day?” I asked Mrs. Dorman after she came back home from the hospital.
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When Mark was five years old, his parents separated and he stayed with his mother.
As Mark grew up he occasionally (偶尔地) thought of the brief time he shared with his father and longed to see him again one day. However, as he grew into his late teens, thoughts of his father began to fade away.
After he graduated from college, Mark got married and one year later, had a boy. The years passed.
One day when Mark’s son was five years old and as Mark was preparing to shave his face, his son looked up at him and laughed, “Daddy, you look like a clown (小丑) with that cream on your face.”
Mark laughed, looked into the mirror and realized how much his son looked like him at that age. Later, he remembered that his mother said he had told his own father the same thing.
This event started him thinking about his own father a lot and he began asking his mother. It had been a long time since Mark had spoken of his father and his mother told him that it was now over twenty years since she had spoken to him. In addition, all her knowledge of his father stopped when Mark became eighteen.
Mark looked deep into his mother’s eyes and said, “I need to find my father.” His mother then told him that his dad’s relatives had all passed away, and she had no idea where to begin searching for him but added, “Maybe, just maybe, if you contact the United States Embassy in England, they might be able to help you.”
Even though the chances seemed slim, Mark was determined. The very next day, he made an overseas call to the American Embassy.
“U.S. Embassy, how may we help you?”
“Ahh...hi, my name is Mark Sullivan and I am hoping to find my father.”
There was a long pause and the ruffing of some papers,’ and then the man said:
“Is this Mr. Mark Joseph Sullivan?”
“Yes,” Mark answered anxiously.
They checked the birth place and date.
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Mark then overheard the man as he made an excited announcement to his coworkers.
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The following day, Mark received a phone call from his overjoyed father.
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