I’d been living in foster care (抚育院) since I was two. I was put in different foster homes. I felt lonely and confused.
Because I acted up, eventually my previous foster mom sent me back to the adoption agency, just as the mom before had. I thought I was the most unlovable girl in the world.
Then I met Kate. I was seven. When my foster mother told me that Kate was single and wanted to adopt a child, I didn’t think shed choose me. I couldn’t imagine anyone would want me to live with them forever. But, Kate asked me if I’d mind living with one parent instead of two.
“All I want is someone who loves me,” I said, feeling excited but afraid, too. I wondered if she’d change her mind once she got to know me. Kate sensed my fear. “I know you’ve been hurt,” she said, hugging me. “I know you’re scared. But I promise I’ll never send you away. We’re a family now.”
When I moved in with Mom Kate, I went to sleep that night feeling safe. I prayed I wouldn’t have to leave. Every day, she told me she loved me. But love wasn’t enough to heal the hurt inside me. I kept waiting for her to change her mind. I thought, “If I act badly enough, she’ll leave me like the others.”
So I tried to hurt her before she could hurt me. I picked fights over little things and threw tantrums (发脾气) when I didn’t get my way. I slammed the doors. If Mom tried to stop me, I’d hit her. But she never lost patience. She’d hug me and say she loved me anyway.
Mom was very strict about my homework, because I was failing in school when I came to live with her. One day, I kept watching TV before finishing my homework.
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She came in and turned it off.
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“I’ll never send you back,” she said, still peacefully but seriously.
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George’s Feast
George’s mother was very poor. Instead of having bright, blazing (熊熊燃烧的) fires in winter, she had nothing to burn but dry sticks, which George picked up from under the trees and hedges.
One fine day in July, she sent George to the woods, which were about two miles from the village in which she lived. He was to stay there all day, to get as much wood as he could collect.
It was a bright, sunny day, and George worked very hard so that by the time the sun was high, he was hot, and wished for a cool place where he might rest for a while and eat his dinner.
While he hunted around the bank of the stream, he saw among the moss (苔藓) some fine wild strawberries, which were a bright red with ripeness (成熟).
“How good these will be with my bread and butter!” thought George. Lining (垫在……里) his little cap with leaves. he set to work eagerly (急切地) to gather all he could find, and then seated himself by the brook.
It was a pleasant place, and George felt happy and contented. He thought how much his mother would like to see him there, and to be there herself instead of in her dark, close room in the village. Ceorge thought of all this and just as he was lifting the first strawberry to his mouth, he said to himself, “How much Mom would like these!” He stopped and put the strawberry back again.
“Shall I save them for her?” said George, thinking how much they would refresh his sick mother, yet still looking at them with a longing eye. “I will eat half and take the other half to her,” said he at last and he divided them into two piles. But each pile looked so small that he put them together again.
“I will only taste one,” thought he; but, as he again lifted it to his mouth, he saw that he had taken the finest, and he put it back. “I will keep them all for her,” said he, and he covered them up nicely till he should go home.
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George ran in to Mom and joyfully offered his wild strawberries.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The Board Meeting (董事会) had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and pushed against the table, spilling (使溢出) his coffee over his papers. “How embarrassing. I am getting so awkward in my old age.” Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, “Come on, Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment.”
Frank began, “I grew up in San Pedro. My dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He had his own boat, but it was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard and would stay out until he caught enough to feed his family. Not just enough for our family, but also for his mom and dad and the other kids that were still at home.”
Frank’s voice dropped a bit. “When the weather was bad, he would drive me to school. He would pull right up in front, and it seemed like everybody would be standing around and watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here I was twelve years old, and my dad would lean over and kiss me good-bye!”
He paused and then went on, “I remember the day I thought I was too old for a good-bye kiss. When we reached the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, ‘No, Dad.’ It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way, and he had this surprised look on his face.
I said, ‘Dad, I’m too old for a good-bye kiss. I’m too old for any kind of kiss.’ My dad looked at me for the longest time, and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out of the windshield (挡风玻璃). ‘You are right.’ he said. ‘You are a big boy......a man. I won’t kiss you anymore.”
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Frank got a sad look on his face and tears welled up in his eyes when he spoke of what happened later that day. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Tears were running down his cheeks as Frank told us the biggest regret in his life.
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Katie was six years old. She was part of a big family. She lived with her mom, dad and three older brothers. Her older brothers all played sports. They rode their bikes around town. Katie wanted to be just like them when she got bigger.
One summer day, the boys all decided to go swimming at the neighborhood pool. Katie wanted to go, too.
“But we’re riding our bikes.” said Tom. He was the oldest.
“You’re too slow because you still have training wheels,” added Mike, the next oldest.
“Boys, I want you to take Katie swimming with you,” said Dad. “It will be fun.”
The third brother, David, sighed. “Fine,” he said. “But you’ll have to peddle fast.”
All four children put on the helmets and got on their bikes. The boys rode fast. Katie did her best to keep up, but her brothers were right. She was slower than they were. Soon she fell behind.
“Wait for me!” Katie cried. But her brothers were so far ahead that they didn’t hear her. Katie wasn’t going to give up. She pumped her legs up and down hard, and soon she arrived at the pool. Her brothers were waiting at the gate.
“Let’s got!” said Tom. He paid the entrance fee, and they all went inside to put their beach towels on the chairs they liked best. The boys splashed around in the shallow end of pool with Katie. They feel bad about leaving her behind and wanted to make sure she had fun. But soon the boys noticed that their friends were all in line at the diving board. One by one, the brothers joined the big kids taking turns jumping off the springboard into the deep end of the pool. Some kids tried to make the biggest splash. Others worked on special jumps and dives to show off. Everyone was laughing and having fun.
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Katie was not having fun and she wanted to dive, too!
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She stepped out to the edge of the board and looked at the water below, starting to cry.
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Give time to our family
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, “I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.”
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who had lived alone for 19 years after my father’s death, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie. “What’s wrong, are you well?” she asked.
“I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,” I responded. “Just the two of us.”
She thought about it for a moment, and then said, “I would like that very much.”
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up, I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary. She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.”
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and warm. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Halfway through the menu, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic (令人怀念的)smile was on her lips. “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said. “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded. During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation-nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn’t have a chance to do anything for her.
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Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.
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At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: “I LOVE YOU” and giving our loved ones the time that they deserve (应该得到)
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One of my leachers once asked my class what our favorite memory was. My leacher asked for the moment in which “you fell the best; you fell that you had the world in the palms of your hand.” Some described amazing awards; other described winning a tournament. 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 classmates’ stares and mockery, because I knew there was more to the story.
My elder sister and I shared a typical sisterly relationship: we couldn’t stand each other. I was an annoyance to her. Any sort of conversation we had usually ended up fighting. Gradually, I started to learn 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, and she ignored me. Deep inside, it hurt. So that was how it was between us. She was only a sister in name. I truly believed that we would forever be apart, two housemates without conversation, two strangers without warmth.
I still remember the day I learned to ride a bike. I had received the bike that Christmas, which was great, until I realized that I had no idea how to ride it. My mom had long abandoned any attempt to teach me. I had proven to be a frustrating student. I took it upon myself to learn, a little bit each day. It was no different. I was coming to the end of my daily one-hour torture(折磨). I was so frustrated that I threw my bike aside and began to cry.
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I guess that was what caused my sister to come outside.
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“I made it,” I exclaimed with delight.
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One of my favorite possessions is a little red can. It sits among my collections, looking somewhat old and out of place. But this can is special. It has a history. It was dear to me when I was younger, but mean even more to me now.
I’ve always loved to visit my grandparents in Cleburne, Texas, and as anyone in the family can tell you, there is always a gathering around the dining room table for meals and conversations so that we can keep in touch closely. It is important to keep in touch with the family members since we are busy with our own business, so my family members keep the tradition to have the gathering every month. We enjoy the moment when all of us meet in a place and communication helps us to solve the problem of isolation. As the first grandbaby, though, I was at a slight disadvantage. When I sat in the dining chair, only my nose could reach the table. Cleburne is a small town with a small population, and the phone book could only lift me an inch. So, Grandma and Grandpa came up with the idea of the little red can.
It was about ten inches high, made of tin, and painted a glorious shiny red. It worked perfectly, enabling me to bang away on the table with my little spoon and cup as I tried to keep up with the joyful talks around the table. After I finished a meal, I was placed on the floor, and the can was opened, and all sorts of surprises kept me busy while the adults visited. The can was full of lovely dolls which attracted little girls like me greatly. Besides, there were fresh and novel items that were mysterious to me and left me to explore.
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Pretty soon, other grandbabies started to arrive, and each of them had their own turn on the little red can. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Decades later, Grandma proudly pulled out the little red can again when I traveled to Cleburne with my daughter. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________