A few days before Christmas, a friend called me to see if I wanted to take a coffee. As a new mum, I was always looking for an excuse to get out of the house, so I agreed immediately. About halfway through my story, I noticed my friend wasn’t listening anymore. She was clearly distracted (分散注意力) by something over my shoulder. Turning around, I noticed a woman trying to get her bank card to work.
“Do you know her?” I asked my friend.
“I do. Give me a minute. I’m going to go and see if I can help,” she replied, standing up to walk over to her.
A few minutes later, my friend returned to the table with the woman. The woman looked upset, pale, and tired. After I was introduced, my friend asked her if she was okay. She said she wasn’t and burst into tears. We comforted her. She was a little embarrassed by her emotional response. Wanting to put her at ease, I quickly told her not to worry. I shared that I was a new mum and I’d already cried fourteen times that day. She laughed at my silly confession (坦白), but soon her tears were flowing again.
For the next forty-five minutes, my friend and I both sat and patiently listened to her. She lost her husband before Christmas and their bank accounts were now left nothing. We tried our best to cheer her up. My friend even tried to give her some cash, which she refused. When she finally got up to leave, she removed her tears, thanked us both for listening, and walked out.
As I drove home, I couldn’t stop thinking about how sad she looked when she left the coffee shop. I decided to make Christmas a little better for her family by buying them a few gifts. As soon as I got home, I called my friend and excitedly explained my plan. She agreed with me that it would probably be best if she delivered the presents and said they were from an anonymous (匿名) donor.
On Christmas Eve morning, I drove to my friend’s house and dropped off a large box of food and a few presents for the three of them, all addressed from Santa Claus.
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Once my friend had delivered everything, she told me the kids had been overjoyed to receive their presents.
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From that day forward, I understood the power of kindness and never missed an opportunity to spread some around.
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One day, a poor boy who was trying to pay his way through school by selling goods door to door found that he only had one dime left. He was hungry so he decided to beg for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so she brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”
“You don’t owe me anything,” she replied. “Mother has taught me never to accept pay for a kindness. “ He said, “Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart. “ As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but it also increased his faith in kindness and the human race. He was about to give up and quit before this point.
Years later the young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where specialists can be called in to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly, now famous, was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. Immediately, he rose and went down through the hospital hall into her room.
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Dressed in his doctors gown he went in to see her.
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The bill was sent to her room.
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It was an unusually quiet day in the emergency room. Quiet, that is, except for the nurses who were standing around the nurses’ station complaining about having to work on Christmas Day.
I was triage (分诊) nurse that day. Since there were no patients waiting to be seen at the time, I came back to the nurses’ station for a cup of hot cider. Just then an admitting clerk came back and told me I had five patients waiting to be evaluated. “Five, how did I get five? I was just out there and no one was in the waiting room.” I complained. So I went straight out and called the first name. Five bodies showed up at my triage desk, a pale woman and four small children in somewhat messy clothing.
“Are you all sick?” I asked suspiciously.
“Yes,” she said weakly, and lowered her head.
“Okay,” I replied, unconvinced, “who’s first?” One by one they sat down, and I asked the usual questions. When it came to descriptions of their presenting problems, things got a little vague. A six-year-old girl had a headache, but the headache wasn’t accompanied by the normal body language of holding the head or trying to keep it still. Three children had earaches, but only one could tell me which ear was affected. The mother complained of a cough, but seemed to work to produce it.
Something was wrong with the picture. Our hospital policy, however, was not to turn away any patient, so we would see them. I checked the chart after the admitting clerk finished registering the family. No address—they were homeless. The waiting room was warm.
I went back to the nurse station and mentioned we had a homeless family in the waiting room. The nurses, complaining about working on Christmas Day, turned to sympathy for a family just trying to get warm on Christmas. The team went into action as much as we do when there’s a medical emergency. But this one was a Christmas emergency.
We took turns joining in the waiting room.
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As the family were to leave, the six-year-old came running back.
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It had been a challenging week, marked by a sudden large increase in oil prices coinciding with a sharp drop in temperatures in Boston. It was nearly below zero degree. With three missed workdays under my belt, my upcoming paycheck was going to be lower than normal. The stress weighed heavily on me as I carefully sought for every conceivable opportunity to save pennies, ensuring that I could afford both groceries and keep the house warm.
My eight-year-old son didn’t understand when I told him we were struggling that week. He had his heart set on a particular brand of yogurt, but I didn’t have the extra three dollars to buy it for him. It was the kind of yogurt decorated with a cartoon child skateboarding on its packaging, containing a mere two spoonfuls per cup. Such products, designed to lure children with their flashy marketing, only served to make me hate advertising.
However, a bunch of parental guilt gripped me as his innocent eyes met mine, silently questioning, “Why is yogurt such a big deal?” Determıned to sweep his disappointment, I made a sacrifice typical of single mothers. I returned an item needed to the shelf, ensuring that he could enjoy his favorite yogurt.
On the journey back from the grocery store, a sight caught my attention—a homeless man, holding a sign by the roadside. My heart ached, and I turned around, observing passers-by purposefully steer (绕开) clear of him, avoiding any meaningful interaction. Even my son didn’t seem to care much. either. Yet, upon closer inspection, I noticed the man—bare hands grasping a piece of cardboard, snot frozen to his face, a worn-out jacket. And there I was struggling because I had to buy oil and groceries. But I decided to help. I pulled over to the man and handed him a five-dollar bill.
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Seeing this, my son became confused and surprised.
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____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________I was only four when my parents passed away and after that, I had to be sent to Gran Lola’s house. Grandmothers should know how to bake cookies and cook some delicious dishes. Grandmothers should have gentle and soft hearts. But Gran Lola was none of those things. Gran Lola cooked the most usual meals but fed me with love. Although she pretended to be this rough (粗野的), strict and fashion granny, she had a loving heart that knew how to love everyone around her. What a fool I was not to realize that at that time!
I was afraid of Gran Lola until I was ten years old. I spent six years with her. That’s how long it took me to be used to her cooking, laughs and bad jokes. But by then, I couldn’t imagine my life without her. She protected me from all the bad like a mother protects her child. She saw the wrong things that were happening to me and she stood up for me. All in all, she would do anything for me that was good for me.
Gran Lola lived a simple life but had been always taking care of Mr Tammy, a lonely old neighbor, for free until he died. Later, Gran Lola became ill and was forced to stay in bed. I was 15 then and I could look after her.
“You are a loving boy, Morris!” Gran Lola said one day. “You see, honey, all of your love and care will come back to you one day. Kindness is priceless, and it can also bring unexpected rewards (回报).”
When Gran Lola died, I discovered that she had divided what she had equally among her grandchildren. But she had left me one more thing: her old piggy bank, which was placed on my bedroom shelf. One day, thirty-two years later, I was cleaning the shelf when I accidentally dropped it. As it broke into pieces, I was shocked. Along with the broken pieces on the floor lay stones, sparkling and shiny like diamonds (钻石)!
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Seeing these, I recalled (回忆) that Gran Lola had been living a rather simple life.
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I was cleaning up the confusing stones when I found Gran Lola’s note.
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From the first day that I brought Juan, a penguin I saved on a beach in Uruguay (乌拉圭), to live at St. George school, one student in particular wanted to help take care of it. That boy’s name was Diego. The shy 13-year-old Bolivian (玻利维亚的) boy wasn’t gifted at study. And none of St. George’s after-school activities seemed to suit him either. In addition, Diego’s knowledge of English was limited, so he didn’t like talking with his classmates. But the saddest part was that he suffered homesickness. It came as no surprise that the boy spent much time with Juan and the penguin liked him.
I’d been thinking of letting Juan swim in the school’s outdoor pool. Then one night, Diego and I brought Juan to swim there. The penguin dived into the pool, flew like an arrow across the water and suddenly hit the wall on the opposite side. Diego was worried and took a sharp breath. After a moment, Juan rose to the surface spluttering (发噗噗声), gave an energetic shake and swam again. It flew from one end to the other, doing dramatic turns and finally found the freedom to express its nature.
“Look at it!” Diego shouted. Then he asked me quietly, “Can I swim with it?”
“What? And it’s ‘May I swim,’” I corrected him. “Sir. May I swim? Please! Just five minutes.”
I was shocked. I never knew Diego wanted to do anything, apart from taking care of Juan and avoiding others. “But the water is cold. Are you sure you want to go in?” “Please!” Diego begged. “All right, but be quick!” I said, thinking he’d sink like a stone. Diego’s eyes were shining. He ran to the dorm to get changed and reappeared in no time.
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Without hesitation, he dived into the water.
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“Diego! You swim really well! Brilliantly, in fact!” I said excitedly while handing him a towel.
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When I was young, I lived in a small village in Melaka. All the people who lived there helped each other. The village had a variety of trades to meet the needs of the villagers. There was a barber, a tailor, a coffee shop owner, a grocer (食品杂货), and so on. All of us were quite poor but we got by. However, one family which was poorer than the others was the Lim family, who lived in the bicycle shop opposite our house.
Mr. Lim, who mended bikes, had many children — six to be exact. My mother was a kind-hearted soul. Often, she would say that Mr. Lim’s children were dressed in poor clothes and looked hungry. My family was one of the richer ones in the village. My parents would take whatever food we could spare to the Lim family.
I remember one particular year when times were very hard. Even my family had to make do with two meals a day, so we stopped the practice of giving food to Mr. Lim. One day, I noticed my mother looking troubled. She had learned that the Lim family had not been eating for the past two days. She decided to give some of our meals to the family, despite the protests from my brothers that were too hungry. Fortunately, the difficult time did not last long, and the children in our family went back to three meals a day.
As time went on, the number of customers at Lim’s shop increased, which was delightful. Business took off like a rocket, as the Chinese bikes he sold were very useful and popular. The family became much better off than before.
It was at this time that my father’s health was worsening. We were confused by the strange illness he was suffering from. Because he was unable to look after his food store, business got worse. My father had to sell our family car to pay off the increasing bills. My brothers and I had to stop going to school because we could not afford the fees.
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When Mr. Lim learned of our difficulty, he said it was his turn to help.
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With the help of Mr. Lim, the situation in my family took a turn for the better.
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