Her big, brown eyes looked up at me with a pitiful sight, as the first tear began to roll slowly down her soft, six-year-old, innocent face. I was as shocked as she was.
I had been called to my daughter’s new school by the remedial teacher, who called me last night.
Was I aware my daughter had learning difficulties?
Yes I was.
Due to constant ear infections, my poor Elizabeth had lost her hearing for the best part of two years of her young life. In addition, her speech ability had been delayed and her reading skill was behind other children of her age.
This teacher, this person, who had been specially trained to help children, the very person who was supposed to help my daughter reach her full potential, had called me in to school to tell me, and my daughter, that she would be lucky if she ever managed to finish high school.
What are you supposed to do when even the remedial teacher doesn’t have any faith in your child’s ability? What do you tell your child when she has been told that she is doomed to failure before she has even finished primary school? That was the question I was struggling to answer even as I stood there in that room, listening to this insensitive teacher, who did not have a caring character, wishing I had never brought my daughter to this school. I wondered, if this teacher were a mother? I truly believe someone cannot have a child and not have a caring heart.
I took my child’s small hand as we left that cold office, to step outside into the sweet and fresh air. There, I bent down on one knee and, putting my hands on my daughter’s small but now heavy shoulders, I looked her straight in the eyes.
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“Elizabeth,” I said firmly,” if you work really hard at school, I promise you, you can be anything you want to be.“
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Of course, I knew that remedial teacher might not be working there anymore.
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He was 50 years old when I was born. I didn’t know why he was home instead of Mom, but I was young and the only one of my friends who had their dad around. I considered myself very lucky.
Dad did so many things for me during my grade school years. He convinced the school bus driver to pick me up at my house instead of the usual bus stop that was six blocks away. He always had my lunch ready for me when I came home.
As I got a little older, I wanted to move away from those “childish” signs of his love. But he wasn’t going to give up. In high school and no longer able to go home for lunch, I began taking my own. Dad would get up a little earlier and make it for me. The outside of the sack might be covered with a heart inscribed with “Dad-n-Angie K. K.”. Inside there would be a napkin (餐巾纸) with that same heart or an “I love you.”
I used to hide my lunch so no one would see the bag or read the napkin, but that didn’t last long. One of my friends saw the napkin one day, grabbed it, and passed it around the lunch room. My face burned with embarrassment. To my astonishment, the next day all my friends were waiting to see the napkin. From the way they acted, I thought they all wished they had someone who showed them that kind of love. I felt so proud!
When I left home for college, I thought the messages would stop. But my friends and I were glad that his gestures continued. I began getting letters almost every Friday. The front-desk staff always knew who the letters were from. Many times the envelopes were addressed in crayon, and along with the enclosed letters were usually drawings of our cat and dog, stick figures of him and Mom.
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It was during this time that Dad became stricken with cancer.
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Then the time came when I decided to come home because he was growing sicker.
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One day in March, I just woke up tired of being fat. I was tired of feeling like my weight defined my whole existence. I wanted to play with my children and to be the kind of mother of whom they could be proud. I convinced my husband that our family could stand to get a little healthier and just like that it began.
I threw myself into discovering better ways to eat. I got all of the sugar and junk food out of the house and replaced them with fresh fruits and vegetables. For the first time in my life, I started to exercise every day. At first it was absolute torture. I kept the phone right by me just in case I had a heart attack on my stationary bike. Amazingly, just like it is supposed to, the weight started to come off.
The change spread through my whole family. My husband, who hadn’t cycled in years, bought a new road bike and soon convinced me to join him. By June, he had signed me up to do a twenty-two-mile charity ride with him.
Later that month, I completed a sixty-eight-mile ride in a little less than five hours. Before the ride, however, besides the cold weather, I wasn’t feeling well and had not eaten properly for such an effort. I told myself I wasn’t about to give up so easily. Ten miles in, I started sucking wind. Fifteen miles and my legs felt like they were made of lead. By twenty miles, my lungs were burning. That’s when I turned around and saw my three children cheering me on in the van behind me. My eight-year-old daughter Emalee shouted “Come on, Mom. We are proud of you.” I knew then that I couldn’t quit. I tell my children all the time that just because something is hard doesn’t mean that you stop doing it.
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The importance of that ride was apparent after only a week.
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It broke my heart to see her suffering from the hard ride.
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As one as I can remember, it is more than 5 years since Dad left us, whom we missed very much. And what we are supposed to do now is accompany Mum very well, caring for her as much as possible. Mum cherishes everything from Dad, especially the thing that gives her a beautiful memory.
Yesterday, after telling my brother Rhys, and me to stop playing like wild animals, Mum went to take a bath. We were having a pillow fight when suddenly one hit a vase. Mum heard the loud crash. Wasting no time, she went wiping into the room. I was sure that she was going to shout at us, but instead she just knelt by the pieces and began to cry.
This made Rhys and me feel pretty awful. My mom explained to us why she was so upset. In the pieces lay a broken glass rose, one pedal (花瓣) gone, which was given by Dad on their first wedding and anniversary. Dad had said that if he ever forgot to bring flowers home for an anniversary in the future, Mum was to look at that one. It was like their love: it would last a lifetime.
We began crying, and offered to glue it. But Mum said that wouldn’t really fix. Now that it had been broken, the value of the “limited edition” had reduced. Tears kept coming down her cheeks.
With great regret, I put both my hands on her shoulders and begged her to forgive us. Mum remained in sadness. And I continued to comfort her, “All things can be broken, Mum. But the only thing that cannot be broken is our love, which is the strongest thing that can never be broken.” Hearing this, Mum seemed to be a little relieved. Turning to me and looking at me in the eye, she responded, “You are right, my son.”
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Mum hugged me very tightly and finally smiled.
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It was in New Hampshire. Cody was an 11-year-old boy. Just like other boys, he enjoyed running around the lake, and sometimes picked yellow daisies for his mother’s kitchen table along the paths. But the thing he liked best was fishing. He went fishing whenever he had got a chance and he was proud of his fishing skills.
On the day before that year’s bass (巴斯鱼) season opened, he and his father were fishing early in the evening, catching sunfish and perch(河鲈) with worms. Then he tied on a small silver lure (鱼饵) and practised casting. The lure hit the water, stirring up coloured ripples in the sunset, and then silver ripples as the moon rose over the lake. It was an unusually quiet evening The gentle wind from the lake was so refreshing.
After what seemed a long time, Cody noticed his fishing pole (鱼竿) doubled over, and he knew at once that something huge was on the other end. His father watched with admiration as the boy skillfully brought the fish beside the bank.
Finally, he very carefully lifted the exhausted fish from the water. It was the largest one he had ever seen, but it was a bass.
The boy and his father looked at the handsome fish, gills (鳃) playing back and forth in the moonlight. The father lit a match and looked at his watch. It was 10 pm—two hours before the season opened. He looked at the bass, then at Cody.
“You’ll have to put the fish back, son,” he said.
“Dad!” cried the boy.
“There will be other fish,” said his father gently but firmly.
“Not as big as this one,” cried the boy again.
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Cody looked around and saw no one fishing around the lake.
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My friend Ollie and I had been so excited to go to a winter break karate (空手道) camp. But at the last minute, Ollie had to drop out. I wanted to quit, too, but Ollie told me I would make many new friends there.
When I arrived, I did feel calmer. Unfortunately, I felt worse again the moment I realized that most of the kids already knew each other.
At lunchtime, a boy named Jack at our table said, “When we’re on the trampoline (蹦床) tomorrow, Tm going to try that kick we just learned.” I was confused. Why was he talking about a trampoline at a karate camp? “Wait, you do know that this camp has trampoline time every other day, right?” Jack said “Oh, of course!” I said，swallowing down a bite of my sandwich. “That’s cool. Who wants to have a contest tomorrow to see who can do the best trampoline tricks?” Tyler laughed. All the kids were excited to join. “What about you? You do know some trampoline tricks, right?” Tyler asked me. “Um, sure I do,” I said. “I’m in too!”
I really didn’t mean to tell a lie. It just happened! Maybe I was too eager to be perfect. After that, I felt tom in half. I wanted to keep going to the karate camp. But how could I face my new friends once they found out the truth? IM never even been on a trampoline before, not to mention knowing any tricks.
As I got home that day, I went straight to my bedroom. Since I didn’t have a trampoline to practice on, I jumped on the bed. CRASH! I quickly fell off, hitting my desk and breaking my study lamp. Just then my friend Ollie came over to my home and I told him everything. “You always put pressure on yourself to be the best.” he said, “Try being honest with them. What’s wrong with being a beginner once in a while?” His words changed everything.
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It wasn’t easy, but the next day at camp, I took Ollie’s advice.
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I’m 16. The other night while I was busy thinking about important social issues, like what to do over the weekend and who to do it with, I overheard my parents talking about my future. My dad was upset-not about the usual things that a lot of parents worried about, like which college I was going to, how far away it was from home and how much it was going to cost. Instead, he was upset about the world his generation was turning over to mine-a world had, a dark and difficult future, if it had a future.
He sounded like this, “There will be a pandemic (流行病) that kills millions, a devastating energy crisis, a horrible worldwide depression and a nuclear explosion set off in anger.”
As I lay on the couch in the living room, spying on their conversation and starting to worry about the future my father was describing, I found myself looking at some old family photos. There was a picture of my grandfather in his uniform. He was a member of the class of 1942, the war class. Next to his picture were photos of my great-grandparents, Ellis Island immigrants. Seeing those pictures made me feel a lot better. I believe tomorrow will be better than today-that the world my generation grows into is going to get better, not worse. Those pictures helped me understand why.
I considered some of the awful things my grandparents and great-grandparents had seen in their lifetimes: two world wars, killer flu, segregation, a nuclear bomb. But they saw other things, too-better things: the end of two world wars, the polio vaccine, and the passage of the civil rights laws.
I believe that my generation will see better things, too-that we will witness the time when AIDS is cured and cancer is defeated and when the Middle East will find peace. I will see things as inconceivable to me today as a moon shot was to my grandfather when he was 16 or the Internet to my father when he was 16.
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Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve had an awful day, and my dad would put his arm around me and promise me that “Tomorrow will be better day.”
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After listening to my dad talking that night, I know what he is concerning about.
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