Amy’s youngest child, 2-year-old Jenna, wouldn’t go to sleep until Amy read her a story while rocking her. Rocking and reading became their favorite nighttime routine.
Jenna awoke one night screaming in pain. Hospital tests later revealed that she had cancer, but luckily she had a successful operation.
During Jenna’s first week in the hospital, Amy stayed with her day and night. The nurses put a rocking chair in her room so they could continue their nighttime routine. After Jenna was asleep, Amy got some rest in the hard armchair by Jenna’s bed. Jenna was doing well, and Amy began sparing time to help her husband Joe take care of their little boys. She would go home in the evening, have dinner with the boys, and then return to the hospital until Jenna was asleep. Then Amy would come home for the remainder of the night.
It was pouring rain one evening as Amy hurried home to make dinner. By the time the meal was done, the roads were dangerous. Joe stood nearby as she looked out of the kitchen window. He firmly stopped Amy from going out in such weather.
“Joe,” Amy cried, “I have to read Jenna a story and rock her. She won’t be able to sleep if I don’t.” “Honey,” he said, “be reasonable. What if you have a bad car accident? The roads will be better tomorrow. Then, you can go.”
Amy finally nodded and called Sally, a middle-aged nurse who worked a twelve-hour shift from 8 am to 8 pm. In tears she told Sally that it was the first time since Jenna was born that she hadn’t rocked her at bedtime.
Sally comforted Amy in a calm voice. She promised that she would go in to see Jenna before she left and tell her that when she woke up her mommy would be with her. “Thank you, Sally,” Amy said.
When it was time to go to bed, Jenna couldn’t find her mom and got panic.
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Just when her tears welled up, Sally came in.
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Peter started working from home when his wife Annika passed away years back. Although he would take his daughter Mary to school every morning, she would usually walk home with her friend Anna every afternoon, He would then sit in the hallway, waiting for her to arrive.
In the past month, Peter noticed that Mary would always return home with her clothes dirtied. He didn’t think much of this, as he thought maybe she played with other kids at school on the field or at the playground. However, he started to notice that Mary would no longer walk with Anna. Mary usually came back around twenty to thirty minutes after Anna.
He asked Anna’s mom what happened. “The girls are having one of those quarrels (争吵) again. You know, teenage girl stuff.” Anna’s mom said. This didn’t sound good to Peter, so the next day, he decided to see where Mary would go after school.
Peter waited inside his car from across the school. He saw Mary leaving, and her clothes were not dirty. He started the car and slowly followed her as she walked. After a while, she turned towards an old abandoned house and entered. Peter quickly parked the car and ran towards the house to follow her inside where he saw Mary approaching an old man in dirty clothes
“Mary! Get away from him!” he shouted, Mary jumped at her dad’s loud voice and dropped the bag of food she had brought for the man.
“But Dad…” she started to say. Before she knew it, Peter lifted her from the ground and brought her inside the car.
“Mary, you can’t be walking into abandoned houses and talking to homeless men like that! What if he did something to hurt you?” he said angrily. “Promise me, Mary. You’re not going back there.”
Hesitantly (迟疑地), Mary nodded. “I promise. But Daddy, can you please get the drawings he made for me? Please, I want the drawings,” she said.
Mary wouldn’t stop crying, so after he dropped her home, Peter went back to the abandoned house. “My daughter won’t stop talking about some drawings she left over here,” Peter said to the man.
The man quietly handed him pieces of paper. Peter was surprised to see that they were portraits (肖像) of his late wife.
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“Your daughter is a kind young girl,” the man started to explain.
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Peter then asked the man if he wanted to work in an art shop nearby run by his friend.
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One afternoon after school, Mary and her brother, Keith, were eating at a cafe near their home. That afternoon, they had to share their table with another person. That person was a young lady in her twenties. After eating, she went to the restroom. Without realizing, she had left her tablet on the table. Five minutes later, she came out and walked out of the cafe without looking back.
Mary saw the tablet on the table. She quickly told Keith, “Keith, the girl left behind her tablet.” Keith looked at the tablet. It was one of the latest models on the market. Looking very charming, it was red in color with a black cover. The tablet must be expensive.
Keith had always wanted a tablet, but his parents refused. He stared at it for some minutes. Then he said slowly, “I want to take the tablet,” Mary could not believe her ears. She merely stared at her. brother, “You can’t! What if the owner comes to look for it?”
Having made the decision, Keith. quickly grabbed the tablet and put it in his schoolbag. Then, he took Mary’s hand and led her out of the cafe quickly. Outside the cafe, he ran to his bicycle. Mary had to run after him.
Once back home, Keith locked his house door with trembling hands. He took out his beauty. Looking at the tablet, he liked it so much. Now he had his own tablet. Soon he was polishing it excitedly. But Mary told him, “Keith, you can not keep the tablet. What will you tell father about this tablet?”
Keith said quickly, “I will say a friend lent it to me.”
Mary said, “Now you are lying, too.” Oh dear! When had Keith turned so dishonest?
Then Mary saw a house phone number on the plastic cover of the tablet. “This phone number is the girl’s phone number: Why don’t we just call this number? We will talk to her and ask her to come and take back her tablet.” She was trying her best to persuade him.
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Paragraph 1:That night, Keith couldn’t fall asleep, reflecting in bed.
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Paragraph 2: Back home from school, Marry and Keith dialed the owner’s house phone number.
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Tripod’s story started one spring morning as I finished morning surgery at the veterinary clinic (兽医诊所) I owned. I was writing up medical records of the surgery patients when my receptionist stuck her head into my office, saying that a lady phoned that she’d just found a cat in her back yard with a badly injured leg.
I immediately sent my two pre-vet students in the clinic right out to pick up the cat. They eagerly accepted the challenge and soon returned with my newest patient. We gently removed the large gray tabby (斑猫) from the carrier and placed him on a warm towel on the exam table. He lay very still, his breathing rapid and shallow. His right front leg was mutilated (残废的) from just below the shoulder. The students hadn’t exaggerated; the odor (气味) coming from what remained of the leg was overpowering. This guy was in pretty bad shape, with a mangled (轧平的) front leg, some scars on his head and no collar or tag on him. The poor thing…We were close to tears, especially those two students.
“Looks like he was caught in a trap. See those ragged wound edges?” I felt the ice-cold toes and foot pads, recognizing there was little, if any, chance of saving the leg. The only way I could save him was to amputate (截肢) that leg. The students watched in somber silence as I carefully cleaned the wound. I knew from years of experience this guy didn’t have an owner. “Well, then,” I sighed, “Either remove the leg and see if we can find a home for him or put him to sleep.” Just then, one of the students stroked the cat’s head. Somewhere deep in the cat’s throat, a faint purr began. As the student continued to pet the tabby, I noticed the cat’s breathing became less labored.
“You’re a fighter, aren’t you, boy?” I whispered. “You deserve a chance.” After stabilizing the cat’s vital signs, I performed the amputation in the hope of saving his life.
Over the next few weeks, Tripod, who the students had named, went through many ups and downs. I was cautiously optimistic about his recovery. Word got around about the three-legged “miracle cat” and many clients stopped by on a regular basis to check on his progress.
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The day finally came when I decided Tripod had truly survived.
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One day, one of our regular and favorite clients came in the door.
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On a typical day, off the coast of a small Brazilian island, Joao Pereira was heading out fishing. He was disheartened to find that an oil leak had polluted the waters. Staring out at the oily waves, he decided it was not a good day to fish. But walking on the beach that day, he found a struggling penguin, covered in oil and starving
Joao took the penguin home, gently cleaned it and spent the next week nursing it back to health. He named it Dindim, a Portuguese word meaning “ice pop.” Dindim is a Magellanic penguin, a species known for living in the seas of South America, In order to breed (繁殖), they must return to Patagonia, 5,000 miles from Joao’s home.
After a week of rehabilitation (康复), Joao patiently took Dindim back to the ocean and taught it how to swim again. Soon enough, it was time for Dindim to return to life in the wild. Joao took Dindim out into the sea by boat and dropped it off to encourage it to swim back to its home. But when he was back to shore, he found the penguin waiting for him. Joao made two more attempts later, but each time the bird would just swim back to Joao’s home. It seemed that Dindim had already formed a family bond with his rescuer and wouldn’t leave.
Joao had no choice but to keep the little creature. The following months saw their getting closer. Dindim would follow behind Joao to fish on the coast joyfully. It also liked to lie on Joao’s lap, letting Joao give it showers, allowing Joao to feed it fish and to pick it up. Joao and his family enjoyed the company of Dindim. But deep inside Joao’s heart, he knew Dindim belonged to the wild. Gradually, the hot summer days saw Dindim change its coat with new feathers. Was it time to say goodbye?
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One morning, Joao found the bird disappeared.
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A few months later, Joao heard some familiar cries in his backyard.
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The Day Mother Cried
Coming home from school that dark winter’s day so long ago, I was filled with anticipation. I had a new issue of my favorite sports magazine under my arm. Dad was at work, my sister was away, and Mother wouldn’t be home from her new job for an hour.
I was shocked into stillness by what I saw . Mother pulled into a tight ball with her face in her hands. She was crying. I had never seen her cry.
I approached cautiously and touched her shoulder. “Mother?” I said. “What’s happened?”
She took a long breath and managed a weak smile. “It’s nothing, really. I’m going to lose this new job. I can’t type fast enough.”
“But you’ve only been there three for days,” I said. “You’ll catch on.” I was repeating a line she had spoken to me a hundred times when I was having trouble learning or doing something important to me. She sobbed in silence .
I felt helpless and out of place. At the age of 16 I still assumed Mother could do anything. To provide enough income for my college two years later, Mother was crazy for ways to save money.
A few months ago, Mother arrived home with an old typewriter. It skipped between certain letters. “That’s all we can afford,” Mother said. “It’s good enough to learn on.” And from that day on, immediately after dinner, Mother would disappear into her sewing room to practice. The slow tap, tap, tap went on some nights until midnight. On Monday, she got a job as a typewriter at a radio station. I was not the least bit surprised but she was excited. But on Tuesday Mother looked drawn. I didn’t care honestly.
My shock and embarrassment at finding Mother in tears on Wednesday showed how little I understood the pressures on her. Sitting beside her on the couch, I began very slowly to understand.
“I guess we all have to fail sometimes,” Mother said quietly. I could sense her pain. I reached out and put my arms around her.
A week later Mother took a job selling dry goods at half the salary the radio station had offered. “It’s a job I can do,” she said simply.
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But the evening practice routine on the old green typewriter continued.
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The old green typewriter sits in my office now, unrepaired.
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On a bitterly cold January day, I saw Bobby in my fourth-grade classroom for the first time. He was wearing worn-out shirt and jeans, obviously too small. One of his shoes was missing a lace, flopping (移动) up and down when he walked. He looked so disgusting that nobody would treat him as a normal child.
Bobby’s behavior was strange, too. His normal tone of voice was a yell. He never made eye contact with anyone, and made his comments continuously during class.
Besides, Bobby’s academic skills were non-existent. He couldn’t read or write, not even the letters of the alphabet.
I thought Bobby should belong in a classroom that taught basic social skills. I checked his records and was shocked to learn that his IQ was normal. The school counselor (辅导顾问) told me that Bobby was a lot closer to normal than his mother was. He had been placed in Children’s Welfare Home for the first three years of his life before he was returned to his mother. They had moved to a different town at least once a year. Bobby’s intelligence was normal, so he would remain in my classroom.
I hated it but had to accept his being in my class. I had never taught someone like Bobby before. It was a struggle to even plan lessons for him. I took pride in being a good teacher, and I was disgusted with myself for not liking him and not wanting him in my class. One day, Bobby came into the classroom with his shirt torn and his nose bloodied. He had been jumped on by a group of my students. Bobby sat down and opened his book, pretending nothing had happened. Blood and tears dropped onto the pages. I sent Bobby to the nurse and scolded (训斥，责骂) those students angrily. I yelled that they ought to be ashamed of themselves for not liking him just because he acted strangely. His being different was even more reason to treat him kindly.
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That incident changed how I felt about Bobby.
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It was amazing to see the change in Bobby that resulted from the new clothes and extra attention.
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