Mary sat down heavily on the sofa, feeling a bit down. Father’s Day was drawing near, yet she didn’t have a gift for her dad. “How can I possibly get a gift if I don’t have any money?” she wondered.
Noticing the newspaper on the couch, Mary reached for it. A big advertisement on the front page caught her attention. The local store was hosting a contest. “Share with us why your dad is special and win a $100 gift card for him,” the advertisement said “This is fantastic!” Mary thought with excitement. She hurried to her room with the newspaper in hand. She picked up a pencil and a piece of paper, sat down, and began writing.
“My dad is really amazing. He works tirelessly to support our family and never complains. He always has time to listen to me and gives the best advice. He teaches me valuable life lessons and supports my dreams. Whenever I feel down, he lifts my spirits with his humor and love. And although he is tough on the outside, he has a heart of gold.”
Mary felt satisfied with her heartfelt words. She carefully copied them, caught an envelope and a stamp from her bedside, and rushed to the mailbox with her entry. “Dad will be overjoyed with a gift card,” she thought optimistically.
Days turned into weeks as Mary eagerly checked the mailbox each day, hoping for news about the contest. However, as Father’s Day was just around the corner, she still hadn’t received any response.
“What should I do now?” she wondered, feeling disappointed. She had no gift and no money and time was running out. But Mary was determined to show her love and appreciation. She had to come up with a plan. Mary closed her eyes and took a deep breath, searching for a solution.
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All of a sudden, she knew what to do.
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On the morning of Father’s Day, Mary gave the letter to her father.
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When I was about ten years old, my brother and I received a wonderful gift — tennis rackets and balls. We had never had the opportunity to play tennis, so this was exciting. However, there was one problem — the small town we lived in did not have a tennis court.
One Sunday morning my brother said, “Hey, I’ve got an idea. Let’s take our tennis rackets and balls to the school and hit the balls against the school building.”
“Great idea! Let’s go,” I agreed, not realizing what a lesson we would learn before the experience was over.
When we got to the school ground, no one was around, so we began hitting our balls against the side of the two-story brick building.
“I’ll hit it the first time,” my brother suggested, “then you hit it the next time. We’ll hit it back and forth to each other.”
So we began taking turns hitting the ball, getting more confident with each stroke. Actually, we became pretty good at returning the ball and we were hitting the ball higher and faster each time.
Suddenly, the unthinkable happened — the ball got out of control and went crashing through one of the upstairs windows.
We looked around and no one was in sight — except there was an old man stting on a porch halfway down the block.
Quietly, I asked, “Now what should we do? Our ball is inside the school.”
“Well,” my brother responded, “no one will know whose ball it is. And no one saw us, except that old man down there. And he probably can’t see this far.”
“He probably doesn’t know who we are anyway,” I added.
“Let’s go home,” my brother suggested.
“Okay,” I agreed. “Should we tell Mom and Dad?”
“I don’t know,” my brother answered.
Then we picked up the rest of our balls and headed for home, keeping silent all the way with our heads drooping.
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The following morning my brother and I went to the headmaster’s office.
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Postcards From The World
While the sun washed over the grass of my grandmother’s front garden, I sunk into the familiarity of one of her armchairs. Life, as I knew it, had changed. My beloved grandmother, my nanny, a stand-in parent in the absence of my father, had cancer. It was terminal, and could never be cured.
As she watched Getaway on television, she remarked to me that she’d never left Australia and that now she never would. I swallowed the sadness that came with knowing that chapters of her life were to be left unwritten.
At work, feeling helpless, I wiped tables and took orders and thought. HARD! The Saturday afternoon lunch rush was not enough to lull me from my thoughts. Wracked with grief, I pondered the power of Facebook and the collective strength of human empathy. I raced from the end of my shift to ask strangers on the internet for help.
“My Nanny Del has cancer. It’s terminal and she will never see the world. Please send her postcards so she can see the world from her armchair. I can offer nothing but gratitude.”
I resolved not to breathe a word of this; should nothing come, I couldn’t bear to carry her disappointment along with my own. Should something wander into our humble little letterbox, I would consider it a blessing and embrace it like I embraced her little, shrinking frame.
Days turned to weeks and Nanny’s health worsened rapidly in the early months of 2018. Life took me through my full-time study, babysitting and waiting tables, along with the responsibility of caring for a grandparent who was too sick to care for herself. As I helped Nanny in the early hours of those mornings, she would chat to me, sometimes joys, other times, sorrows. Whatever she shared became precious.
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One afternoon, finally, a postcard from the United State arrived in our letterbox.
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In the months that followed, her living room became a departure hall and our flights departed daily.
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The “Ugly” Christmas Doll
The sidewalk was filled with shoppers as my mother and I hurried to the department store. I raised my neck to look at the holiday window show, but at the age of six, I was too small to see it. When at last we reached the store, I stood with my eyes wide. “Look, Mother,” I shouted, pressing my hands against the glass, “Bobbi (芭比)”. Before my eyes was the most beautiful doll I had ever seen! She wore a fairy princess suit, a pair of crystal shoes, with a shining crown (皇冠) on her golden hair.
“If only (要是……该多好) she were mine,” I dreamed. “We would have tea parties, share secrets and dance with a handsome prince.” But to my disappointment, my mother guided me away from the window, explaining that she and my father could not afford such an expensive doll. “But there will be a very special gift under the tree for you on Christmas morning, Maggie,” she said, “I promise.”
Later that week I stood by Mother’s sewing machine (缝纫机), watching the needle flash up and down. “You don’t know what this is, do you?” She joked, holding up the doth for me to see.
“My Christmas doll!” I shouted, “So much to my surprise!”. It was still in the early stages but I could make out its head, neck and body. Mother laughed as I danced around the room pretending Bobbi and I were at the ball.
My excitement grew with each passing day. Mother continued to work on the doll, and whenever I walked into the room she would hide it under a pillow. I could tell by her smile that she was satisfied with her work. On Christmas morning I jumped out of bed, ran down the hall and quickly arrived at the living room where the Christmas tree was placed.
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There, under the tree, was a beautifully packed gift box.
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But I could see Mother watching me, with a hopeful look on her face.
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Millionaire Peter lost his sight. The doctor told him that only by doing a cornea (眼角膜) transport surgery could he restore his sight. Peter offered a large sum of money for the cornea, but as time passed day after day, he didn’t get any response.
Formerly, Peter had already had a bad reputation. He was usually proud of his “wealth”, and had behaved dishonestly, so as soon as the donors heard his name, all of them refused without hesitation. Even the toughest people also could not stand a long time of being rejected over and over again. At first Peter always spoke louder than others and got angry easily by his wealth, but later, he had no choice but to wait quietly.
One day, Peter wanted to bathe in the sun, so he sat on the little square before the hospital alone silently. He raised his head to enjoy the long-awaited sunshine. However, he saw nothing but the boundless darkness. Just as Peter felt hopeless, someone hit him hard all of a sudden, which annoyed Peter, so he shouted, “Don’t you have eyes? Don’t you see who you hit! I’m Millionaire Peter!”
The answer was from a little boy, “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t notice, please forgive me!” Peter changed his mind and ordered, “I can’t forgive you, but you must chat with me!” The boy said yes repeatedly and Peter nodded satisfactorily and asked, “Is the sun big today?”
The boy answered merrily, “Sir, the sun is pretty fine today, big and bight!” Peter’s face also lit up with a smile as if he had seen the golden sun and then he asked, “Is the surrounding environment beautiful?”
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The boy began to describe it in detail.
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At this moment, a lady interrupted Peter.
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The morning of June 30, 2014, was warm and fine. We sat on the cottage dock, relaxing on the chairs with our several dear friends. Our kids were playing on a big white paddleboard in the lake. As the children screamed in delight and swam, we adults joked about middle age, weight problems and so on. Everyone laughed. The mood was light.
Then black clouds rolled in over the calm blue lake and blocked out the sun.
“Looks like rain,” said my husband, Ian.
“Let’s head up the hill before it starts to pour.”
The kids unwillingly pulled the paddleboard to shore and we hiked up the path to the cottage (小屋) that my parents built in 1969. The wind became stronger. Thunder boomed and echoed through the rolling hills. We were glad to be indoors and comfortable.
The rain kept pouring. Ian decided to see the situation outside. He stepped onto the cottage’s small covered porch (门廊). A moment later, he called me to join him.
“Come out here, Patricia,” he said.
“No, I’m good in here, honey,” I said. I felt sleepy in my chair. I was enjoying my rest time and the sound of the rain on the roof.
“Come, please,” he said. “NOW!”
I recognized the anxious tone in his voice; it meant trouble. When I stepped outside, I couldn’t believe the scene before me. Water poured down our driveway. Small streams formed, flooding the cottage and the land around.
Ten minutes later, our yard was filled with water like a swimming pool.
The water tore away the grass and gardens. It carved out a deep ditch (沟渠) along one side of the building, exposing the pier (支柱) that my dad had poured forty-five years ago when he and my mom built our cottage.
Ian stepped forward. “We need to get all the cars to the main road before the driveways wash completely away. I’ll get shovels (铲子).”
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Soon,every adult had a shovel in hand.
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The rain stopped and the dinner was ready.
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Excitement and danger always coexist. Even Rogers had just taken a turn on his mountain bike in April 2020 when he was stopped short by the sight of a woman sitting on the side of the trail. She was cute and had long brown hair and big expressive eyes. What he didn’t know then was that she was also in pain.
Sydney Linden, 28, bad been jogging down Adobe Jack Trail in Sedona, Arizona, when she jumped over a rock and her leg overextended on the landing. The pain was instant. Her right leg collapsed and she hit the dirt hard. Linden tried to stand but collapsed. She wasn’t sure if she had tom her ACL (韧带), broken her leg, or something else. All she knew was that the pain was a 15out of 10.
Linden dragged herself to the shade, “like an animal preparing to die,” she says. She’d called a friend, but after 30 minutes, her friend was lost. That’s when she saw the mountain biker.
Rogers was trying to play it cool. “I didn’t want to be strange,” he says, “so I was just going to casually ride by — at a slower speed.” But Rogers, 33, an active-duty airman, sensed her sufferings and asked if be could help. Linden explained her dilemma. That’s when he noticed the swelling under her leggings. She needed a hospital — now.
Leaning on Rogers, Linden tried to hop along, but the pain was burning. She’d never make it to the trailhead (登山扣) this way. Rogers had another idea. Ho abandoned his bike on the side of the trail and, after a brief discussion, lifted her over his shoulder. Then they began their way over the rocky area and bushes. Although it was spring, the Arizona sun beat down wildly.
Misfortune never came alone.
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Linden was eager to thank Rogers, but he left without any information.
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