【推荐2】It was late, about 10:15 p.m., when Janice Esposito arrived at the Bellport, New York, train station. She jumped into her car, and began the 20-minute drive home. Having traveled the route so many times, she practically drove on autopilot. But suddenly, out of nowhere, a car crashed into Esposito’s minivan, pushing her backward onto the railroad tracks. She sat in the minivan, totally shocked by the impact and by the vehicle’s airbags.

As it happens, Pete DiPinto was getting ready for bed when he heard the high-pitched noise of the crash. A volunteer firefighter and retired teacher, DiPinto, never stopped to think. He ran out the door, still clad in his pyjamas.

The first car he came upon, 2, 000 feet from his front yard, was the one that had hit Esposito. Once DiPinto concluded the driver was OK, he looked around and spotted Esposito’s minivan lying on the railroad tracks. And then he heard an unpleasant sound: the bells signaling an oncoming train.

“The gates were starting to come down,” he told Newsday. “I see the headlight of the train.” DiPinto sprinted to Esposito’s minivan and banged on the driver’s side window. She just looked at him, her eyes unfocused. “I don’t know where I am,” she said. She seemed unhurt.

“You’re on the railroad tracks,” DiPinto shouted. “We have to get you off right now!” He pulled the handle, but the door was smashed in and jammed shut. The heavy train, traveling at 65 miles per hour, was running toward them. DiPinto ran to the passenger side and threw open the door. He grabbed Esposito’s arms, and managed to pull her out across the passenger seat. Within six seconds, the train plowed into the minivan. “It was like a Hollywood movie,” DiPinto told reporters the next day.

But this one had a twist. “Last night,” South Country Ambulance chief Greg Miglino told CBS New York, “the hero arrived in pajamas, not in a fire truck.”

【推荐3】When I was in fourth grade, I worked part-time as a paperboy, Mrs. Stanley was one of my customers. She’d watch me coining down her street, and by the time I’d hiked up to her doorstep, there’d be a cold drink waiting. I’d sit and drink while she talked, Mrs. Stanley talked mostly about her dead husband, “Mr. Stanley and I went shopping this morning,” she’d say. The first time she said that, soda went up my nose.

I told my father how Mrs. Stanley talked as if Mr. Stanley were still alive. Dad said she was probably lonely, and that I ought to sit and listen and nod my head and smile, and maybe she’d work it out of her system. So that’s what I did, and it turned out Dad was right. After a while she seemed content to leave her husband over at the cemetery (墓地).

I finally quit delivering newspapers and didn’t see Mrs. Stanley for several years. Then we crossed paths at a church fund-raiser. She was spooning mashed potatoes and looking happy. Four years before, she’d had to offer her paperboy a drink to have someone to talk with. Now she had friends. Her husband was gone, but life went on.

I live in the city now, and my paperboy is a lady named Edna with three kids. She asks me how I’m doing. When I don’t say “fine,” she sticks around to hear my problems. She’s lived in the city most of her life, but she knows about community. Community isn’t so much a place as it is a state of mind. You find it whenever people ask how you’re doing because they care, and not because they’re getting paid to do so. Sometimes it’s good to just smile, nod your head and listen.

【推荐1】A teacher decided to let her class play a game. She told each child in the class to bring along a bag with several tomatoes. Each tomato would be given a name of a person that the child hated. So the number of tomatoes in his or her bag would depend on the number of people the child hated.

When the day came, every child brought some tomatoes with the name of the people he or she hated. Some had two tomatoes. Some had three tomatoes. Some even had five tomatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry the tomatoes with them wherever they went for a week. Days passed, and the children started to get annoyed because the rotten (腐烂的) tomatoes let out terrible smell. Besides，those having five tomatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After one week, the children were very happy because the game had finally ended.

Then the teacher told them the meaning behind the game. The teacher said,“This is the same situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The terrible smell of hatred will pollute your heart, and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot stand the smell of rotten tomatoes for just one week, can you imagine what it is like to have the smell of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?”

【推荐2】Shark attacks in the screen are amazing. That’s because your actual chances of ever being attacked by a shark are mere one in 11.5 million. That’s roughly the same as your chances of winning an Oscar, which makes shark attack survivor, Mike Coots both incredibly unlucky and lucky: When Mike was 18, he lost his leg to a shark bite.

“I was attacked by a tiger shark in late October 1997. It was near my home on the island of Kauai — a typical fall morning with friends. The waves were really good, so nothing was stopping us.” That is until a large shark came right up under Mike and sank his teeth into Mike’s lower leg. As he tried to free himself, the shark bit down harder, shaking its head back and forth and tossing Mike around like a rag doll. Mike followed his instinct (本能): He struck the shark in the face, again and again until the shark released him. As Mike swam back into shore, he realized his lower right leg was gone. Mike’s friends rushed to his aid, and sent him to the hospital.

As soon as Mike was well, he did what many of us might consider unthinkable: he started riding the waves again, in fact, his first time back was near the site of his attack. But Mike was unshaken. Instead, he was curious — why was he attacked? His curiosity led him to research sharks, and Mike did learn something that would change his life: Humans are far more dangerous to sharks than the other way around.

His situation as a shark survivor empowered him to give sharks a voice, Mike says. He began working with the Hawaii state authorities (当局) to help pass a ban (禁令) on shark-derived products. “I partnered with other like-minded shark attack survivors and marine biologists, and we headed to Washington to urge (敦促) senators to create a nationwide bit! protecting sharks.”

【推荐3】When it comes to big celebrations, like birthdays, many families have their own traditions they like to do each year — from special meals to decorating the house with balloons and flags. But one family do something a little different and it’s proved very popular on social media.

A woman named Jenny Cimato has gone popular on TikTok after sharing her family’s special birthday tradition.

In a video posted under the name @jencimato, the mum explained that they call it the Bag of No. She says, “It started when my daughter was really young and she was asking for things in the checkout (结账) line at the grocery store. What I decided to do was once a year for her birthday I’d go and I’d get all those items that she had asked for, that I would normally say ‘no’ to and I’d put them in a bag for her birthday. ”

We call it the Bag of No and it just turned into fun. She knew that I’d say no at that moment, but she knew she’d eventually get it for her birthday and you know it kind of took the pain away when you say no in the store when they’re little.

Jenny continued, “Even though she’s turning 16 this year and doesn’t ask for things at the checkout line much anymore, she still asks like ‘The Bag of No is still coming, right?’”

The mum then began to show off what she had put in the most recent bag, including chocolate bars, sweets, potato chips, and a few unusual items like putty.

The video has since been watched more than 48, 000 times and gained over 5,000 likes. People on TikTok thought it was a “great idea” and some even said they’d be stealing the idea to use with their own families.