My parents moved to Vermont when I was still a baby. A soft-spoken man, my father settled quietly into his medical practice. Soon the local people accepted him as one of their own. Around town the neighbors greeted my father as “Doc Eppley”. And I would always be known as “Doctor Eppley’s son”. “If you’re anything like your father, you’ll be a smart boy,” my first-grade teacher said. I couldn’t stop beaming.
Initially, I was never tired of letting others know that my father was one of the town’s most respected people. Somewhere in my teenage years, however, something changed. I was sixteen years old and I grew impatient whenever I heard my neighbors still calling me “Doctor Eppley’s son”. My father’s name now seemed like an ugly shadow that followed me wherever I went. And so when strangers asked me if I was Doctor Eppley’s son, I would reply loudly, “My name is Harold.” As an act of rebellion (叛逆), I began to call my father by his first name, Sam. “Why are you acting so rude lately?” my father questioned me one day. “Well, Sam,” I replied, “I suppose that bothers you. You know it hurts me when you call me Sam,” my father shouted.” Well, it hurts me when everybody expects me to be just like you. I want to be myself. Let me take it out for a drive, “I said, pointing to my father’s new car. My father agreed, but not without his usual warning,” Be careful. Keys are in the kitchen. “I glared at him,” Sam, I’m sick of being treated like a child. I’m in college now. “I jumped into the car and headed down the road, enjoying the beauty of the countryside. My mind was wandering when I hit the car right in front of mine before I knew it. The woman in the car jumped out screaming: “You idiot! What were you looking at?” I surveyed the damage. Both cars had suffered serious dents (凹痕).
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I sat there like a guilty child as the woman continued swearing.
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An hour later, I drove my father’s broken new car back home.
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My 16-year-old daughter. Lin, had always been a cheerful girl, full of laughter. Her transition (转变) to senior high school was originally met with great enthusiasm (热情). She would come home every day, sharing with us tales of her new experiences, her friends and the fun news of high school life. But as weeks went by, she became quieter and something seemed to be troubling her deeply.
My husband and I realized something was wrong. but we decided to wait until she was ready to open up. One evening, I prepared her favorite jiaozi for supper, hoping it would cheer her up. However, that night, it was different. She seldom touched it, lost in thought. After the meal. we gathered in the living room. a space where our family had shared many heart-to-hearts. The air was heavy with unspoken words. My husband and I exchanged a quick look before I decided to break the silence. I gently brought up the subject, “Lin, you seemed worried lately. Is everything okay at school? You know you can always open up to me and your dad.”
Lin looked up. her eyes reflecting a mix of frustration (沮丧) and hopelessness. “Mom, I’m really struggling with physics. No matter how hard I try. I couldn’t understand it a little bit. I feel so lost.” she admitted, with her voice trembling slightly. My heart sank as I saw the sadness in her eyes. Physics had always been a challenging subject for her, but this time it seemed to go beyond the usual difficulties. Then I reached out, holding her hand and trying to offer comfort and said, “High school is a big step. and it’s okay to take some time to adjust (调整). The most important thing is that you’ve been honest about how you’re feeling.” My husband cut in, “We can work through this together. step by step. Remember, we are always here for you.” Then we offered her some practical advice.
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Over the next few weeks. Lin followed the ways we discussed.
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Finally came Lin’s final-term physics exam.
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I think about him every time I pass by a pink magnolia(木兰)tree in bloom(开花). My Irish granddaddy, tall and thin, bursting with energy and laughter, held a special place in my heart. He lived across the street with Grandma, and their home was open to us whenever we ran over to visit. We wouldn't go into their home to find him. however, we would run to the backyard where he would be working in his garden.
Flowers, vegetables—whatever he planted grew well. From early spring through late autumn, the backyard exploded with colors.
On the side of the yard grew two apple trees and a small pear tree. A high magnolia tree stood in the middle. Its shiny, dark green leaves and large pink flowers attracted the attention of all who saw it. Besides being beautiful, it was perfect for climbing, but I didn't know how to climb it!
My granddaddy wanted to teach me. He really tried. But I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get back down, or that I would get stuck high up in the tree, so I didn’t want to try.
Except that I did want to try. One early spring morning, granddaddy was standing on his porch (门廊)waiting for me when I walked outside. ''Come over here'' he said excitedly. ''The tree is blooming lollipops(棒棒糖) instead of flowers! ''
''What? '' I ran across to the backyard to see a wonderful sight. ''No pink magnolia flowers this year,'' he said sadly as he shook his head. They'll all turn brown and drop down. What a waste that will be. But this is the first year ever for our tree to bloom lollipops!”
He looked at me. ''Do you think you could climb up the tree— just to the lowest branch — and gather one or two? Then throw them down to me. I would love a lollipop!''
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I climbed down and burst into the kitchen, hands tightly holding my treasures.
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Pembral was a good boy. But he was always forgetting things. Big things, small things, important things, little things. His mother was a patient woman, which was a good thing. Pembral regularly tested her patience. She learned early on to remind him of everything: big things, small things, important things, even the little things. Once in a while the little things that didn’t seem important at the time became more important later.
Sometimes she thought that Pembral forgot things on purpose — things like washing behind his ears; or picking up his toys; or feeding the dog. It bothered (麻烦) her to remind him of these sorts of things. However, for the most part, she knew that his mind just wandered off and it was her job to bring it back.
Fall weather had arrived. The air was cool and fresh, especially in the morning, even if the skies were brilliant blue and the sun was shining brightly. The light of the morning made wisps (缕) of fog come up from the ponds. The trees were changing their summer greens to coats of brilliant yellow, orange and red.
This was a time when Pembral’s mother cooked things that smelled and tasted really good. It seemed like he was just hungrier in the fall or something, and he liked how the windows steamed up and how the kitchen smells filled up the whole house when his mother was cooking up something good at that time of the year.
Pembral’s mother was baking (烤) something special that day: a carrot cake. It was one of Pembral’s favorites. But she needed some things from the store, and sent Pembral to get them. “I need eggs, sugar and raisins (葡萄干),” she said. “Here’s some money,” she went on. “Put it in your pocket where you won’t lose it.”
Pembral pushed the money into his pocket, and headed toward the door. He went outside and down the street, kicking dry leaves on the sidewalk into the air and breathing in their smell, and watching flying birds.
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When he got to the store, he picked up a basket and went about shopping.
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He was reaching into his pocket for the change when his mother said, “Where are the eggs?”
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I was born in London and lived there with my mother until I was about eight years old. To find a better life, she went to Chicago and left me with friends in London until she got settled enough to send for me.
Meanwhile, back in England, I was getting into trouble. I had always felt like an outsider, different from the other kids. They didn’t want to play with me. That made me mad, so I got into fights. The people I was staying with felt they couldn’t manage me. So, they sent me to a boarding school. I felt alone and bored. I really missed my mother. She was concerned about me. Finally, she sent for me in the hope that I could become what she wanted me to be.
I started a new life in Chicago but certain things were still the same. I was still getting into fights. Kids laughed at me for my accent, the color of my skin, my grades or whatever. I hated being laughed at, and I let them know it — with my fists. All through grades seven and eight, I was sent to the principal’s office so often that he and I became friends. Instead of punishing me, he would give me advice. He encouraged me to play football and basketball after school. He also suggested that I check out boxing — maybe I could learn to use my fists in a constructive way.
Once I passed by a boxing gym downtown and out of curiosity, I went in. One boxing trainer called out to me, “You, come over here.”
I walked over to him, “Do you want to go a few rounds with him?” He pointed to a small guy. I said, “Sure, why not?” because he was small. But I couldn’t hit the guy. Not only did that little guy make my eyes water, but he bruised my ego (自尊) and made me realize that the sport of boxing was more than just swinging fists. The coach put me into the ring with another fighter who was about my size, and I did pretty well.
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That was a moment of decision in my life.
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I worked hard as a professional and got what I wanted.
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I had a terrible period of time last month and everything didn’t go well. It didn’t get any better when I drove to the grocery store. The store aisles(通道)were crowded and littered with abandoned carts, so I just grabbed a couple of essential items and went to the checkout. However, I found checkout lines were long and that some cashiers were chatting with each other.
I was considering whether I should just put my items down and leave when an elderly gentleman said, “You don’t have many items. Why don’t you just go in front of me?” “Thank you, but that’s not necessary. You don’t have many either,” I said, looking at his cart. “I insist.” he said and backed his cart up to make room for me. I didn’t have a cart, and the box of milk that I was holding was heavy, so I didn’t wait for the offer to come again. I stepped up and put my items on the belt.
I finally moved forward and the clerk, without a single word of acknowledgement, rang up my items. I asked for a lottery scratch card（彩票刮刮卡）as well. He did it unwillingly. First he couldn’t get the case open, and then he accidentally canceled the transaction (交易)and had to ring all the items up again. I gave a weak smile to the nice gentleman who had been so kind to me, feeling certain that at that moment he was thinking about the old saying that no good deed goes unpunished.
When the transaction was finally completed, I turned around and handed the lottery scratch card to the gentleman. “Oh, no,”he said, shaking his head. “You don’t have to do that.” “I know. But I really needed a kind word today,” I laid it down beside his items. Besides, I gave him my business card. “If you win a million dollars, look me up,” I said with the first smile that appeared on my face that day.
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After doing that, I started walking towards the door.
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For the rest of my day, it was as if a cloud had been lifted.
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Christmas was drawing near, and came along with it our favorite moment — the Treasure Hunt.
In the past, my brother Brandon and I had opened all of the packages under the tree. All that was left was an envelope. We knew that envelopes usually contained cards, and if we were lucky, they also contained gift cards or cash.
However, this Christmas my dad looked almost like he’d forgotten about the envelope as he casually handed it to me. I opened it and discovered inside a 3x5 index card (索引卡) with a border of shining surrounding a poem. Of course, I don’t remember the poem by heart, but its rhyming message instructed us to go downstairs. We were excited. Maybe we were getting a pet we had wanted.
What we found downstairs was another envelope, containing another index card with a border of shining surrounding a poem. This poem told us to go to Dad’s car. Was the pet already in the car, ready to go?
No! There was just another envelope containing another shining index card. This one told us to go to Mom’s office downtown. Neither of us was old enough to drive. This meant we had to beg our parents to hurry up and get dressed and finish drinking their coffee and get going.
Eventually, we made it to Mom’s office where we found — you guessed it — a poem telling us to go somewhere else. This time it was to the TV station where Dad worked. By now, our curiosity was stretched to the limits of our imaginations.
We soon found out, however, that such a desk at the studio is a lovely place to keep a 3x5 index card with a poem, which confused us more than any other. It told us to go to an unfamiliar address.
The car stopped in front of the unknown house. It felt like the end of the hunt.
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My dad handed us the final envelope, and the final poem told us to knock on the door.
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Dad was standing behind us by then, and “Merry Christmas,” he said, “The cat’s yours.”
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