July 1971, I was taking a summer class in Black-American literature on the campus of SUNY Oneonta in northern New York. Professor James walked into the classroom and announced that he had invited a special guest to class, but his guest was delayed. The class stirred with curiosity and anticipation.
“Who’s coming?” someone asked.
“All I will tell you is that he is the author of one of the books you have read for this class,” he said. “I need a volunteer to meet him in the hall of the administration building and take him here.”
To my amazement, my right hand shot up as though it had a mind of its own. “What am I doing?” I thought. I never volunteered for anything. I was shy and uncomfortable meeting new people. In fact, I was absolutely the wrong person for this job. Realizing my mistake, I pulled my hand down quickly, but it was too late.
“Thank you, David,” Professor James said. “You’d better leave now. He’ll be arriving any minute.”
Seeing no way to back out, I reluctantly got out of my seat and headed for the classroom door. When I reached it, I stopped.
“Umm,” I said. “If I don’t know who this person is, how will I recognize him? I’d hate to bring back the wrong guy.”
Professor James laughed. “Good point,” he said. He pulled me aside and whispered a name in my ear. “Alex Haley,” he said.
“Really?” I said. I gave a thumbs-up to the class and left the room.
As I entered the empty hallway, I criticized myself for volunteering. “Why didn’t you let someone else do this?” Alex Haley was the author of The Autobiography (自传) of Malcolm X. He was also famous for his diligence, perseverance and in-depth thinking.
As I walked across the campus, my anxiety grew. I feared that I was about to embarrass myself in front of this famous gentleman by asking stupid questions, or worse, accompanying him in painful silence. I reached the front steps and climbed them slowly.
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As I pulled open the heavy glass door, I realized why I raised my hand to volunteer for this job.
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I was the kind of girl who always left my things out of order all round the room, while my roommate Jane was extremely organized. Each of her things was usually in the right place, but mine always somewhere or difficult to be found. She even labeled (做标记) everything. By contrast, I always looked for everything or even depended on her to help me.
Over time, Jane got neater and I got untidier. Most of the time, she would push my dirty clothing over, and I would lay my books on her tidy desk. We both got tired of each other. War broke out one evening. Jane came into the room, looking extremely tired. Soon, I heard her shouting, “Take your shoes away! Why under my bed!” Before I knew it, I saw my shoes flying at me. I jumped to my feet and started yelling. She yelled back louder. The room was filled with anger. We could not have stayed together for a single minute if it were not because of a phone call from her mother. From her end of the conversation, I could tell right away that her grandma was seriously ill. When she hung up the phone, she quickly crawled (爬) onto her bed, crying. It was obvious that it was something she should not go through alone but at that time she had no one to share her sadness. All of a sudden, a strong feeling of pity rose up in my heart.
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At that moment, I knew that I needed to change.
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1. 旅游过程；2. 你的感受。
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I’m glad to share a truly unforgettable travel experience that I had during my last summer holiday with you.
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This is what I want to share with you.
One day, 8-year-old Mary and her 10-year-old sister, Jane, had to go to a beauty salon (美容院) on Clinton Street to have their hair cut. Mary’s dad asked them to reach there by themselves on the public bus. Mary and Jane had a 5:00 appointment (预约). Their dad couldn’t go with them because he worked until 6:00 pm.
Their dad told Mary to wait outside the school at 4:30 pm for Jane so they could take the bus to the beauty salon together. Then he would pick them up at the salon after he got off work. Mary was nervous, thinking, “What if someone tries to follow us? What if we miss the stop? I have never ridden the bus without my dad before.” Her dad took a look at her and said, “You’ll be just fine. Listen to your sister and help her look out for your stop.” Then he gave Jane some money and went off to work.
All day at school, Mary kept looking at the clock, afraid of the end of the school day. On the other hand, Mary’s dad was also nervous. The whole time in his office he kept looking at the clock, thinking about his daughters. He actually left work at 4:00 pm that day. But after reaching Mary’s school, he considered it a good chance for them to overcome fear in life. He decided to stay in his car to see whether his girls could get on the bus safely.
When it was 4:30 pm, Mary went to the school gate and waited for Jane. Jane got there in a few minutes, and they walked quietly to the bus stop. A few high school teenagers and a woman stood at the bus stop. Jane asked the woman if the bus stopping there was the Number 2 heading toward Clinton Street.
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The woman nodded her head and said with a smile, “Yes.”
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After getting off the bus, Jane took Mary’s hand and led her across the busy street to the beauty salon.
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It was a hot July day in Philadelphia and I can feel it still, 56 years later. The five boys I was with had grown tired of playing marbles and were seeking for something different.
“Hey!” said freckle-faced (脸上有雀斑的) little Ned. “I got an idea. We haven’t climbed the cliff (悬崖) for a long while.”
“Let’s go!” said someone else excitedly. I hesitated. I longed to be brave and active like them, but I’d been a sickly child most of my eight years and my mother warned me not to take chances.
“Come on!” called Jerry, my best friend. “Just being sick is no reason to a coward (胆小鬼).”
“I’m coming!” I yelled, running after them.
We finally came to the cliff, a near vertical (垂直的) wall of rocks sticking out dangerously, and earth slides, scraggly (乱蓬蓬的) bushes and young trees. It was only about 60 feet high, but to me it looked like the very symbol of the Forbidden and Impossible.
One by one, the other boys climbed upward, finding handholds and toeholds on rock. Trembling and sweating, I began to climb. A hand here, a foot there, my heart pounding in my skinny chest, I made my way up and up.
At some point, I looked back and was horrified. The ground at the base of the cliff seemed very far below; one slip and I would fall, bouncing off the cliff face and ending on the rocks.
In a few minutes the boys started up to the top, from where they would walk home by a roundabout (迂回) route. Before they left, they glanced down at me.
“Hey, wait!” I begged.
“You can stay if you want to,” teased Ned, and the other laughed.
Jerry looked concerned, but he went with the others.
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Time passed and I looked down.
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___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________As flying through the blue sky, 5,000 feet above the Pacific Ocean, 23-year-old pilot Sydnie Uemoto heard the sound—a subtle change in the noise as the engines began to operate hard.
Her co-pilot, 26-year-old Dave McMahon, heard it, too. They were just two young pilots, taking a short trip with no passengers. Then, without warning, the pilots lost power to the engines.
The next few minutes were in disorder. Nothing worked. At about 1, 000 feet above the ocean the plane fell quickly, Uemoto made the last distress call. “We’re 25 miles northwest of Kona,” she said to air traffic control. “We're going down.”
Uemoto held the controls tightly. She knew the chances of survival were slim. “Just land as if you're landing on the ground,” Uemoto told herself. As the plane rushed toward the ocean, she forced herself to imagine a runway spreading along the water.
McMahon and Uemoto were thrown forward violently. McMahon opened his eyes to wait for death. He realized that he was, incredibly, OK. Uemoto was next to him, shocked and bleeding, but still conscious. She rose to her feet hard and felt the blood pouring down her face. “Get out!” McMahon shouted loudly. The water was knee-high inside the plane, and it would be flooded in moments.
Uemoto made every effort through the water toward the door, picking up two life preservers along the way. By the time she’d climbed out onto the wing, the water was covering the seats of the plane. As the plane sank, they jumped into the ocean. Within seconds, the plane disappeared from the surface.
The waves broke around them. McMahon and Uemoto had done the impossible by surviving a crash landing into the ocean. Uemoto, however, was frightened and started to cry. McMahon tried to calm her by making small talk.
“When will the rescuers get here?” Uemoto asked.
“They're coming,” McMahon said. “We're just going to be here.”
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After a couple of hours, a plane appeared in the sky, circling the area.
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But McMahon and Uemoto didn't give up hope.
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It was in the early morning of one summer holiday that I was flying to Bali, Indonesia to see volcanoes. And my best friend was waiting for my arrival there. When I got off the plane and stepped out of the airport, I was thinking how unbelievable it was to stand in front of the spectacular volcano mountain. The imaginary sights distracted me, for a moment, from my current problem.
Only when I stood by the bus station to Bali, did I realize that I had no enough cash on me. The only ATM nearby didn’t seem to have any power, and I nervously looked down at my credit card, my only lifeline. I hoped there might be a way to convince the bus driver to let me on and pay him once I reached the destination and got the cash from my friend.
When the bus door opened, I stood behind a young lady and her little girl. I started to worry, wondering what I’d do if the credit card didn’t make the cut. They boarded the bus, paid in cash and sat down in the first row. When I approached the driver and held out my credit card, he looked at me seriously and shook his head.
“I don’t have any money,” I said. I showed him my wallet to confirm that I was telling the truth. He stared back blankly and then said no. I still wanted to convince him again. I pulled up my flight information on my phone and showed it to him. I pointed to the nearby ATM and signaled that it didn’t work. This time, he looked at me and apologized to me. “I’m really sorry. Can you make way for the other passengers?”
I stood aside. “What should I do?” I hesitated. It was the first time that I had visited the city. I was unfamiliar with everything around me. I searched the locations of other ATMs in the area. They were too far away. It would take me at least two hours to get there on foot. I really didn’t want my friend to wait for me too long, but unfortunately, I had to.
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I was about to get off the bus when the young lady stood up.
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Once we arrived at Bali, I followed the young lady and her little girl off the bus.
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