It was an ordinary but unforgettable Saturday, and everything was nice and peaceful. The wind, soft but a little cool, clicked through tree branches and stirred the bushes. I was walking along the river, which is rushing and sparkling between green banks, and enjoying some hot chocolate with the sun shining down on me on this nice spring day. I was in the mood to do something nice for a stranger and started to look around for an opportunity to do a random act of kindness.
Two minutes later I was approached from across the pathway by a complete stranger. I wasn’t sure why he was approaching me, when from out of nowhere he started talking to me really rudely. I could tell he was probably drunk or high or who-knows-what, so I just stayed calm and kept walking ahead. There were hundreds of people sitting on benches nearby and walking along the South Bank with me, so I wasn’t really worried.
However, as I tried to walk along, he kept saying offensive things to me and trying to get my attention. I tried to change my course and he kept following me, coming closer each time, and just wouldn’t leave me alone. At one point, he literally cornered me near the rail next to the river at which point I got really scared and didn’t know what to do. Although there were people everywhere, I got worried that the bystander effect might kick in and nobody would do anything about what they were seeing. I was praying that one of the many people sitting on benches nearby who could hear everything and watched this whole episode unfold would be courageous enough to help me out of this situation. “What should I do? What should I do?” I was nearly sobbing.
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At this moment, a couple, probably my parents age, passed by me.
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Finally, the drunk man left, still saying something in his mouth.
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One day my dad came back home in his truck and there was a cage in the back. Naturally I was curious, so I went towards the truck when I noticed that there was a small little goat that wasn’t even an adult yet.
I asked my dad and he said that he bought the goat from his friend and he was going to kill it twenty minutes after he brought it home so that we would have a big meal.
My sister was there too and she was strongly for my view. We found out we got really mad at my dad and told him not to kill it. After about 10 minutes of complaining we finally convinced my dad not to kill it because we told him that there was no reason for him to kill the goat himself when he could just buy goat meat at a store.
My parents know some friends that we visit sometimes and their family really likes animals so we decided to give it to them. For about a month, they had the goat as a pet and they also had the same problems as we had because the dad wanted to kill it and eat it but the rest of the family didn’t want it to die.They also were able to persuade him not to do so. They ended up sending the goat to a family member’s farm where it would grow up happily.
Another thing that has happened to influence my belief is that I have a neighbor that really likes hunting. One day he hunted a deer and brought the body home, but he decided to leave it outside his house for everyone to see. He just left it there as if it were some kind of award that he just won. Sadly little kids started to make fun of the body and pretended to ride on it. They laughed at it and felt no problem with there being a dead deer just laying.
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I felt sick by what was happening and left because of what I had just witnessed._
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It amazes me how we have changed from hunting to survive to hunting for sport._
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After my son, Scott, graduated from high school, he took a job in North Carolina.Two thousand miles suddenly separated me from the person who’d been the focus of my life for 18 years.As the days went by, I missed Scott more and more.I’d always been able to take care of myself, but now I seemed to need Scott’s help constantly, like getting a tool from the top shelf, or moving something heavy.Most of all, I just missed having him to talk to.I was lonely.I knew this day would come.But why does it have to be so hard?
However, a mother spider(蜘蛛) taught me a lesson.
On my way out from my storeroom, I noticed a spider building her web across the top corner of the doorway.I reached for a hoe (锄头), tore down the web, and watched the giant spider run away in the grass.She was back the very next morning, in the exact same spot, busily rebuilding.I stared for a moment, and then reached for the hoe again.Then I twisted the hoe round and round, catching the spider in her own web.I carried her far into my backyard, shook the hoe and watched her fall to the ground and disappear in the bush.The third morning, I stopped short as I entered the storeroom.The spider was back in the same corner, her web almost completed again.I reached for the hoe, but stopped.I thought her persistence (坚持) in building her web should pay off.I stepped back and watched her long legs busily knitting the web.
For the next few weeks, the spider and I were close neighbors.One particularly boring day, I was feeling so down that I didn’t even glance up at my spider as I entered.Suddenly I found a hundred tiny creatures on the floor.I realized that these were baby spiders and the web the mother had built was to protect her young.
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As the mother watched from the corner of the web, her young were making their way to the ground safely.
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I decided that I would leave this web as a reminder.
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I chewed on my pencil as I walked back and forth across my bedroom. What was I going to do? It was bad enough that I was the new kid. But now I was sure to get laughed right out of fifth grade. How could my first homework be such a disaster?
“My name is Anna, and this summer I——”I stopped. How could I stand in front of my class and say that I’d spent the entire summer handling something that most people don’t even like to talk about? Poop (粪便). I’d spent three months shoveling (铲), collecting, and analyzing co w poop on my grandparents’ farm. I tried to think of a different adventure I could share. Maybe I could say I’d spent the summer on the Weather Control Team preventing floods.
“Time for dinner,” my mom called.
I walked slowly down the stairs and slid into my chair.
“You’ve been in your room since you came home from school,” Mom said. “What are you working on?”
I sighed. “I have to tell the class what I did this summer.”
My younger brother, Seymour, began to laugh uncontrollably. “No one will want to sit next to you after they hear you were covered in cow poop all summer!”
“OK, that’s enough, Seymour,” Dad said.
“Anna,” said Mom, putting green beans in a bowl, “be proud of the work we did this summer. Our planet would be in sad shape without scientists like your grandfather.”
It’s true that my grandfather does important work. He developed an easy way to use poop as a source of fuel. Using the poop is now easy, economical, and environmentally safe.
“I know, Mom,” I said, staring at my meatloaf. “But it’s not exactly something people want to hear about before lunch.”
That night I dreamed about more splendid adventures: cave diving in Mexico; hiking through the Amazon rainforest.
At school the next day, I bent over my desk, listening to each kid speak. My palms were sweaty, and the knot (结) in my stomach grew tighter.
“And that was my journey to Mount Everest,” Ember Adams said, finishing her report. She bowed and took her seat.
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“It’s your turn, Anna,” Ms. Hammond said.
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The class cheered as I returned to my desk, and some of my classmates approached me with admiration in their eyes.
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On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to the stores to buy the remaining gifts I didn’t manage to buy earlier.
Seeing all the people crawling along in the queue there, I started to complain about this annoying Christmas. Nonetheless, I made my way to the toys section. Once I was there, I started to curse at the prices as I wonder if all kids really play with such expensive toys.
While looking in the toys section, I noticed a small boy of about five years old, pressing a doll against his chest. He kept on touching the hair of the doll lovingly and looking at the pricetag. His eyes looked so sad.
Before I knew it, I found myself bending over and asked who he wanted to give the doll to. “It is the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” Still holding the doll in his hands, the boy continued, “but I don’t have enough money.”
I told him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all and not to worry. However, he replied sadly, “My sister and I are living with Granny. She is a cleaner in a big building and she is working very hard. She tries her best to give food to us.”
My heart nearly stopped. “I told Granny and my little sister that Santa Claus will send gifts to them,” the little boy looked up at me and said, “I prayed to God to help me and I started to save every coin in my pocket half a year ago, so that I could have enough money to buy them each a small gift for Christmas. But now I don’t even have enough for the doll.” He looked at the doll again quietly with sad eyes.
Tears welling up in my eyes, I quickly reached for my wallet and took a few dollars out.
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I said to the boy, “What if we checked again, just in case, to see if you have enough money?”
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Two days later, I happened to be in a neighborhood visiting my friend when I spotted a familiar doll, and two little people.
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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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It was a pleasant Tuesday afternoon. 78-year-old Rose was brimming with excitement as she entered the nursing home with her favorite tulips (郁金香), her lips endlessly calling out to just one name—Emily!
“Emily! Where are you? I got flowers…” Rose spoke aloud when she didn’t see her best friend, 79-year-old Emily, waiting for her on the usual spot, a wooden bench on the main gate.
Whenever Rose returned from the local hospital after getting her blood tests done, Emily would run toward her with fresh hand-picked flowers. But that afternoon, Emily was not there, and the bench was empty. Emily was nowhere to be found in any of her favorite spots, which unsettled Rose even more. Just then a doctor said to Rose, “Emily’s family came hours ago while you were at the hospital... They took Emily with them. She’s not going to come back.”
The ground seemed to shake beneath Rose’s feet when she heard that. Rose went back to her room. Every step started feeling heavy, and every corner reminded her of her best friend and their laughter. Nothing but loneliness and silence surrounded Rose from all sides, and she felt her heart crack.
The scent of freshly picked flowers Emily had last left in the vase lingered (继续存留) in the still air. And beside the vase was an old recorder that endlessly played Just the Two of Us, their favorite music they listened to every day.
When approaching the table, she noticed a note with a message in messy handwriting, “Dear Rose, please write to me at this address: Maple Ridge Ave, Springfield, VA,7…”
“Oh dear... The rest of her address is becoming blurred (模糊不清的).” Rose grew unsettled. In spite of that, Rose knew she could not just let Emily go like that. After a deep thought, she decided to reunite with her best friend.
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Packing the recorder in her luggage, Rose got on the bus to start her journey to the unfamiliar city, Springfield.
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Not knowing the exact house number of Emily, an idea suddenly struck Rose.
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