I was home with my two young kids, when my mind started to wander. I was reflecting on my past and couldn’t help but think: Whatever happened to Kathy?
Kathy lived in a tiny Canadian town and she became my pen pal when I was 13. As a girl growing up in New Zealand, I was curious to learn more about the world and Kathy’s letters certainly showed me how different life could be in another country.
When I was 18, the letters had petered out(逐渐减少) and we lost contact. I’d gone on to marry my husband, Paul, and start a family, but the more I thought about it, the more I missed news of Kathy’s adventures. I decided to write to Kathy and knowing that her parents lived in such a small town, I addressed the letter to them and hoped for the best.
Three weeks later, my heart leapt when I got an envelope postmarked from Canada. “I recognized your handwriting straightaway,” Kathy wrote to me. It turned out that, like me, she’d also married but due to health problems, she was unable to have children. Her job as a nurse kept her busy and she enjoyed helping others.
Realizing how quickly life could change. I promised to keep writing to her no matter what. Her letters soon became a highlight for me, giving me the same excitement I’d felt as a 13-year-old.
One day, when Paul was using the saw(锯子) to cut some wood, a splinter(尖细条) flew into the center of my right eye and I lost my sight permanently. Paul felt terrible and while it was a huge blow(打击) for me, I tried to carry on as best I could. Soon, I needed an artificial eye(义眼, 假眼) and received financial compensation(赔偿) as a result of the accident in our yard.
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One day, Paul advised, “Gayel, you should use the money to do something for yourself.”
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So I left Paul and the kids to travel 30 hours to reach Kathy.
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On a Friday evening in December, two weeks before Christmas, I lost my job. I hadn’t seen it coming. My daughter, Kristil, was 12 and I planned to get our Christmas tree. Then I listened to my voicemail, “We’re sorry, but your work assignment has ended as of today.” My heart sank.
I wasn’t just a single parent; I was the only parent. My paycheck was survival. I did everything I could to give Kristil a good life, but there were some things my love couldn’t fix. The next day as we searched for our Christmas tree, I struggled to be cheerful as I eyed the Christmas tree prices.
“Is everything OK?” Kristil asked. “You seem worried,”
“I got some bad news yesterday,” I told her. “But it is OK, honey. Please select your favorite Christmas tree! Let’s take it home!” I didn’t want my daughter to discover the fact that I was unemployed. She told me a few months ago that she wanted a Christmas tree.
“Daddy, is it too expensive?” She pointed to a Christmas tree and said to me cautiously.
“Absolutely not,” I told her. “Let’s take it home!”
I swiped my card (刷卡) and paid, quietly made up my mind to set off on my moneymaking pursuits. Over the next week, I crazily applied for jobs as my bank account grew smaller. However, there was no suitable position for me in this world. I felt as if the world was closing in on me.
The day before Christmas, I dropped Kristil in a wealthy community for her friend’s birthday party. I watched as she went in, surrounded by all the nice things that were expensive for me. When she was there, she looked so happy. At that moment, I even thought that she seemed to belong there, a fairy tale world decorated with extremely beautiful and carefully made desserts and beautiful decorations. I went back home defeatedly.
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After arriving at home and seeing the Christmas tree, my heart sank to the bottom.
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This birthday would be different, though. Alice was older now, and he'd seen how her eyes lit up when she saw the new doll at Honey House, neighborhood store just down the road from their house.
How he longed for her to have it! An idea finally came to him just before he went to bed. After a quick breakfast the following morning, he placed a tin can and a piece of string in a large bag. Then he tied the bag to the handlebars of his bike and headed toward a village hill.
After a long journey, he reached his destination, the mango forest. There were already two other boys there. Tony grabbed his bag and set to work immediately. The smaller trees had already been picked over pretty well, but he was able to find a half-dozen mangos before noon.
When the sun was high overhead, the hard work began. Nearly all of the taller trees held ripe mangoes but they were well beyond reach. The other boys took their fruit and went away. Tony used his pocket knife to cut a long piece of bamboo. Then he took the tin can from the bag, tied it to one end of the bamboo stick, and walked over to the base of mango tree.
He stayed there, holding the tin can high up into the tree. His efforts were occasionally rewarded when a mango dropped into the can. After a while his neck ached from looking upward, and his arms grew sore. He kept at it,though, and by late afternoon his bag was nearly full.
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On the way back to town, Tony began to worry hat the other boys might already have sold or traded their mangoes with Homey House.
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The following morning, Alice walked into the kitchen and took a seat at the breakfast table.
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Penny’s Present
The sun was shining when Penny woke up. Usually she jumped out of bed with a happy smile for the new day. But today she just lay there frowning (皱眉).
This was the day before Mother’s Day, and Penny still had no present for Mama. She had forgotten about Mother’s Day until she had heard her brother Peter and sister Elizabeth talking last night. “I made Mama an apron (围裙) in sewing class,” Elizabeth had said proudly.
“What are you going to give Mama?” Peter asked Penny. Penny had not answered. She had ducked her head, ashamed to admit that she had spent her pocket money. She had nothing at all to give Mama on her special day.
Penny got out of bed and dressed slowly. The bag of candies she had bought yesterday reminded her of her terrible mistake.
“Well, here’s our littlest sleepyhead,” Mama said as Penny walked into the kitchen. She gave her a good-morning hug, and the smell of baked apples floated up from her apron. In a way, that made Penny feel worse because it reminded her of all the good things Mama did for her.
She remembered a hot day last summer when Mama had spent a whole afternoon making strawberry jam, because she knew Penny liked it. She thought of the moment when Mama polished her shoes and taught her to cut and arrange flowers. Sometimes she also taught Penny to make paper flowers with colorful petals (花瓣).
“Penny dear, can you eat a little faster?” Mama was talking to her. With surprise Penny noticed that everyone else had finished breakfast.
“I’m sorry, Mama.”
“Well, finish up. I have to visit old Mrs. Logan and read for her. But first, I want to get this kitchen cleaned up.” Penny watched her mother hurriedly cleaning up the kitchen. Mama was a very busy person. It seemed to Penny that sometimes Mama could use an extra pair of hands and two more feet. Suddenly she had an idea! There was a present she could give Mama, and it might be better than anything she could buy.
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The next morning, Penny slid into the room with a package.
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“Read the petals of the Promise Flower, Mama,” Penny said.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Theo stood at the microphone. Silence settled over the hall. "Your word is onomatopoeia," said Mr Ramirez, the announcer. I got this! Theo thought. Spelling was sort of his superpower. He wasn't a math or science guy, but he had a gift for spelling.
Theo's brain fast-forwarded to the spelling bees ahead: first the county championship, then the state championship, and finally the national spelling bee. "Your answer, please, Theo?" He glanced back at Alexa, another fourth-grader, sitting on the edge of her chair. She wanted another chance at winning. If he missed his word, she'd be back in the game. But that wasn't going to happen. Theo got the right spelling.
Theo's sister, Deandra, who had also competed but missed her word, applauded with the rest of the crowd. Mr. Ramirez presented the trophy(奖杯)to Theo. He lifted both arms into the air. "I'm the alpha-best." Then he raced toward his sister. "Ha!" Theo said, making the trophy dance in front of Deandra's nose.
She rolled her eyes. "You're a terrible winner."
"What's wrong with celebrating my victory?"
Deandra crossed her arms and made a sour face. "You know, it wasn't cool the way you ignored Alexa onstage. She tried to shake your hand."
Theo shrugged. "I didn't notice. Anyway, county bee, here I come!"
"You might want to crack open the dictionary before counties. In two weeks, you'll be facing the best of the best."
"And they'll be up against me,the alpha-beast."
Deandra shook her head. "Well, good luck. I think you're going to need it."
Two weeks passed in a blink. At the county bee, students from different schools gathered around onstage, some looking more worried than others. Finally, it was time for the contestants(选手)to take their seats.
After six rounds, the group of more than 100 students decreased to just seven. This was no regular spelling bee. Theo had barely made it through the last round with a lucky guess on conscience. And if he'd had to spell aerospace or conical, he'd be out already. His sister's advice suddenly made sense.
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When it was his turn again, Theo stood frozen for the longest moment.
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The following Monday at school, Theo found Alexa in the lunchroom.
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I was still a thief when I met Anil. And though only 15, I was an experienced and fairly successful hand.
Anil was about 25—a tall, thin fellow—and he looked easy-going, kind and simple enough for my purpose. I might be able to get into his confidence.
I gave him my most appealing smile. “I want to work for you.” I said.
“But I can't pay you.”
Perhaps I had misjudged the man. I asked, “Can you feed me?”
“Can you cook?”
“I can cook.” I lied.
“If you can cook, then I can feed you.”
The meal I cooked that night must have been terrible because Anil gave it to a stray dog and old me to be off. But I just hung around smiling in my most appealing way, and he couldn't help laughing.
Later he patted me on the head and said never mind, he'd teach me to cook. He also taught me to write my name and said he would soon teach me to write whole sentences and to add numbers. I was grateful. I knew that once I could write like an educated man there would be no limit to what I could achieve.
One evening he came home with a small bundle of notes, saying he had just sold a book to a publisher. At night, I saw him put the money under the mattress (床垫).
It's time I did some real work, I told myself. After all, he doesn't even pay me.
Anil was asleep. I crept up to the bed. Anil was sleeping peacefully. My hand slid under the mattress, searching for the notes. When I found them, I drew them out without a sound. Anil sighed in his sleep and turned on his side, towards me. I was frightened and quickly crawled out of the room.
I began to run, holding the notes by the string of my pajamas (睡衣). But I slowed down and sat down in the shelter of the clock tower. I should go back to Anil, I told myself, if only to learn to read and write.
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I hurried back to the room feeling very nervous.
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I awoke late next morning to find that Anil had already made the tea.
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“I hope Santa will bring me the doll for Christmas,” Jenna Lee whispered. She and I pressed up our faces to the toy store window that separated us from the doll inside.
Jenna was my neighbor. She and her family had only arrived from South Carolina a few months ago, without her father. I didn’t know the particulars, only that they were under difficult circumstances. Mum often gave them some necessities and comforted her mother.
“It’s Chatty Cathy doll. If you pull the string on her neck, she’ll talk to you,” I explained.
“She can say 11 things like ‘I love you’and ‘Tell me a story’.”
“I’ve never seen anything like her,” Jenna said, rubbing (擦) the glass window with one finger. “She would be nearly as good as having a real live friend like you.”
Chatty Cathy was on every girl’s Santa list. But I didn’t tell Jenna what I knew for a fact: Santa wasn’t real. Knowing the truth about Santa did have one advantage. It gave me the idea to search the house for presents that might be hidden away for me until Christmas morning. In fact, deep in the back of mum’s closet (衣橱) I’d found my Chatty Cathy doll. On Christmas morning She would be mine! I could hardly wait. Until then, Chatty Cathy would remain my secret.
“She’s the only thing I wrote down on my list for Christmas. What’s on your list this year?” I asked Jenna.
“I don’t make lists,” said Jenna, her eyes never leaving Chatty Cathy’s face. “We’re grateful for whatever Santa leaves in our stockings (长袜). I just hope Santa can find us this year.”
“Santa knows everything,” I comforted her. Walking home, I thought about what Jenna had said about being grateful. My mum always told me to be grateful for whatever happened. Now I was grateful for having a Chatty Cathy doll in her pink and orange box, just waiting for me to open her up on Christmas morning. The thought of it made me burst with excitement.
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On Christmas morning, my family and I gathered around the tree.
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Jenna skipped into my house with a Chatty Cathy when I was seated in the sofa disappointed.
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What does it mean to be a hero? I think a hero is someone who goes out of his way to make others happy. My hero is Mr. Wright, my chorus(合唱队) teacher.
When I was 12 years old, my grandparents passed away. I was really close to them, and losing them was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through. I couldn’t eat, sleep, or think; I felt like I couldn’t even breathe. It was as if my whole world had fallen down from under me, and I fell into this huge hole of depression(抑郁).
Although I was battling depression, I was determined to make my high school years the best of my life. It was difficult to be happy, but I had to try. I joined Women’s Choir. Mr. Wright was the choral director and he was so funny that the first day, I just knew I had made the best decision of my life.
As the year progressed, I loved chorus more and more. I began to smile again and really enjoy life.
Then one day that all changed. My friends —or those that I thought were my friends —started talking about me behind my back. I was hurt, and I sat by myself. Mr. Wright came over and asked what was wrong. The look in his eyes told me that I could trust him. Trying hard to fight back tears, I told him the whole story. When I finished, he nodded and told me, “If you never learn anything from me, learn this: No one is worth stealing your joy.”
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What Mr. Wright said really struck a chord (心弦) in my heart.
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Mr. Wright is a hero to everyone he meets.
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One year, I was burn by hot water, which left me with some permanent, ugly scars on my arms. Growing up, I tried to hide those scars. Even in the hot summer, I’d wear shirts that had long sleeves which could cover all my scars. I feared being laughed at by other kids, although many loved me because I was nice and kind. I saw myself as different.
At 12 years old, I went to junior high school. On the first day of school, I found that we had swimming class every week and we were required to change into swimsuits in the open locker room before the class. This meant I would have to undress before the other girls. They would see my scars.
“Would you feel better if I talked to your teacher to see whether you could change your clothes after the other girls are gone?” my mother asked. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “I’m afraid they’ll laugh at me.”
My mother looked at me. Even though she may have been hurting for me inside, she didn’t let me see it. The next day, my mother met with my teacher and they worked out a solution: I would wait until the other girls got dressed and went to the class, and then I would put on my swimsuit and be allowed to be late. I was relieved.
But that night as I lay in bed, I felt like a coward (胆小鬼). I didn’t want to be different and to be picked on because I was allowed to do things the other girls didn’t get to do. It was then that I knew what I had to do.
The next morning, as I got ready for school, I told my mother, “I think I might go ahead and put on my swimsuit like everyone else. I don’t want to be different.” Surprised, she hugged me and said, “I’m proud of you. But Stacie, if you change your mind, I’ll support you.”
That day, I felt nervous because I knew that I was going to change my clothes in the presence of other girls for the first time.
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“Okay, girls, it’s time to go in and put on your swimsuits!” the teacher said and blew her whistle.
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They appeared concerned and one girl asked gently, “Do the scars still hurt?”
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Many years ago, when I was working as a psychologist at a children’s institution in England, an adolescent boy showed up in the waiting room.I went out there where he was walking up and down restlessly.I showed him into my office and pointed to the chair on the other side of my desk.“Please sit down,” I said.
David wore a black rain coat that was buttoned all the way up to his neck.His face was pale, and he stared at his feet while crossing his hands nervously.He had lost his father as a baby, and had lived together with his mother and grandfather since.But the year before David turned 13, his grandfather died and his mother was killed in a car accident. Now he was 14.
I looked at David.How could I help him? There are human tragedies that psychology doesn’t have the answer to, and which no words can describe.Sometimes the best thing one can do is to listen openly and sympathetically.
The first two times we met, David didn’t say a word.He sat in the chair and only looked up to look at the children’s drawings on the wall behind me.As he was about to leave after the second visit, I put my hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t look at me either.“Come back next week, if you like,” I said, I hesitated a bit.Then I said, “I know it hurts.”
He came, and I suggested we play a game of chess.He nodded.After that we played chess every Wednesday afternoon- in complete silence and without making any eye con-tact.It seemed as if he enjoyed my company.But why did he never look at me?
Some months later, I sat starring at David’s head, while he bent over the chessboard.I thought about how little we know about therapy(治疗)—about the mysterious process associated with healing.Suddenly, he looked up at me.“It’s your turn,” he said.
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After that day, David started talking.
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Finally, he needn’t come to me for therapy.
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