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Once upon a time, there was a small town. There lived a man by himself who couldn’t see. He was blind. Yet, he carried a lighted lamp with him whenever he went out at night. One night as he was coming home after having dinner outside, he came across a group of young travelers.
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“What are you doing with that ponytail (马尾辫), dear Joe? You look like a little girl!" Mr. Cooper said when Joe walked into his classroom on the first day of school. The rest of his classmates laughed. Joe looked down in shame. But he knew he had to keep growing it. He had his reasons.
Joe had started growing his hair the previous school year. No one paid too much attention to it then because the summer holidays had begun. But now that he was back, everyone saw how overgrown his hair was because he kept it in a ponytail.
Unfortunately, the comments didn’t stop, and the other boys in the class started teasing him every day. They thought that clearly he just wanted to look different. The poor eight-year-old boy returned home every day in tears, but he never told his parents what was happening. Joe started hiding his tears in the bathroom at some point.
Their art teacher, Mrs. Burns, was somewhat new at the school, and she found Joe crying one day when everyone left for recess. “Joe, what’s going on? Why are you growing your hair so long?” she asked kindly.
“Well, I volunteered in a children’s hospital last April. There were many kids who had cancer and lost their hair,” Joe explained. After a pause, he continued, “The hospital called for young volunteers to grow hair and donate it. The hospital will use the donated hair to make beautiful wigs (假发) for those unfortunate kids. Since last April, I have been growing my hair. Unfortunately, now boys in my class often laugh at me due to my long hair.”
Touched, Mrs. Burns said, “Do your classmates know why you grow your hair?” Joe shook his head, saying no one asked him. “Do you have photos of the kids in that hospital?” Mrs. Burns asked. “Yes,” Joe said, and quickly took a few out from his school bag.
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Mrs. Burns took them from Joe’s hands.
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Suddenly, one boy stood up and rushed towards Joe, giving him a hug.
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You know how when big things in your life aren’t going well and the little things bother you more? That happened to me last year. Like many people during the pandemic, my husband, Paul, was laid off. I was still working, but my job was only part-time and would likely be ending soon too. I was worried about money, pandemic and our future.
That’s when our mailboxes really started getting to me. I’d never liked our mailboxes much. They stood at the end of our long driveway, far enough away from our house. Fortunately, I didn’t see them often. The mailboxes had already been in rough shape when we moved in and the paint was faded.
At some point, someone had driven into the pole. It was now bent slightly, making the mailboxes bend, pointing in different directions. Still, because the boxes could hold the mail and the mail carrier wasn’t complaining, there really was no need to replace them.
“I wish we could have better mailboxes,” I found myself thinking as I pulled out of the driveway one day on my way to work. It was just a passing thought. I probably would have forgotten all about it if not for the news we got the next morning.
The next day, my neighbor Ailsa told me a girl drove her car right into the mailboxes and completely knocked them down. Ailsa saw the accident and gave her our number and information. “That certainly wasn’t in our budget,” I thought. Though I wanted new mailboxes, getting them would be expensive. With our income decreasing since Paul’s layoff, this was an expense we didn’t need. I sighed.
However, the next day where our old, rusted mailboxes had once stood were two new shiny mailboxes-one black, one white. Each one had large, neat numbers on the sides, the white mailbox with black numbers and the black one with white numbers. They were beautiful. I sat there, feeling surprised.
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I opened one of the mailboxes and found a note.
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When we called, the girl’s mother answered.
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It was 11 p. m. when Alex Conrad saw the woman on the Main Street Bridge in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin. She was standing by the railing, peering down at the rushing river. At her feet was what appeared to be a backpack; maybe she was fishing, he thought.
As he crossed the quarter-mile-long bridge again after getting something from home for his friend’s party,Conrad saw the woman standing in the same spot. Something didn’t sit right. Why would she be fishing this late at night—in December? He pulled a U-turn and parked some 20 feet away with his hazard lights (汽车危险警示灯) flashing, blocking one of the four lanes. He stepped out of his car and got a clearer picture of the scene. The woman was in her 20s, dressed in pants and a heavy coat. What he’d thought was a backpack was in fact a rope pooled by her feet. One end was tied to a bridge post. The other, around her neck.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Conrad called out. He didn’t acknowledge the rope because he didn’t want to let on that he knew exactly what was going on. She spoke a little, but he kept inquiring, eventually pulling from her that she was going through a particularly rough time. She was jobless, not doing well in school- in short, life wasn’t working out as she’d hoped.
“Not everything goes as planned,” agreed Conrad. He started talking about the ups and downs he’d faced in his life. As he talked, he inched closer.
When she mentioned that, on top of everything else, her car had broken down, Conrad chuckled. “Well, that’s better than when my friend rolled his car,” he said. “Too much power for him.” The woman laughed. He told a few more jokes about his friends, and the dumb things they’ve done, just to get her mind off stuff.
Conrad is a quiet guy, not given to gabbing (喋喋不休). But for the next hour he found enough topics of conversation to keep the woman engaged and even laughing. She grew comfortable enough to let him get within a few feet of her. Then a switch seemingly went off.
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Without warning, she climbed onto the railing.
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Suddenly, bright lights appeared—it was the police!
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The teacher was new. She was a substitute(代替者). She wrote that word “Mugs”(马克杯)on the blackboard when she arrived. Today, she said we were making mugs for Mother’s Day. They were white and would say WORLD’S BEST MOM on the side. Some kids couldn’t read it, but I could. Dad had been teaching me. I could read The Magic School Bus by myself now.
When the new teacher tried to give me a mug, I told her I didn’t want one. Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry, what was your name?”
“Milo,” I told her, “and I don’t need a cup.”
“Why not, Milo?” she asked in confusion.
I was ready to say, “Because my mom doesn’t live with us anymore and she left two years ago. Dad said he doesn’t know where she is, so I won’t be able to give her a mug.” Speaking this, I thought of a day, a long time ago, when I was four. Mom came home from work and gave Dad a chocolate bar and me a doll. And Dad was confused because he and Mom had been mad at each other the day before. But he wasn’t mad any more because she gave him chocolate, I guess. He was happy and surprised and he picked Mom up and tried to spin(使旋转)her around but he almost dropped her and I fell off the couch because I was laughing so hard. What sweet memories! However, she left us. From then on, Dad and I lived with each other and he waited on me hand and foot.
Suddenly, a gentle touch on my hair called my mind back. “You can give it to your father as a gift,” the teacher said, looking at me gently. I stood in silence. And next to me, Amelia was already gluing pink flowers all over her mug, and I wanted to do that too, and it didn’t seem fair that she got a mug and a mom and I didn’t get either.
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I looked back at the teacher and took a mug out of her hands and said,
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So when Dad picked me up after school, I hid the mug at the bottom of my backpack.
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When Canadian couple Edith Lemay and Sebastien Pelletier first noticed that their daughter Mia was having vision problems, she was just three years old.
A few years after they first took her to see a specialist, Mia, the eldest of their four children, was diagnosed with retinitis pigmentosa(视网膜色素变性), a rare genetic condition that causes a loss or decline in vision over time.
By this point, Lemay and Pelletier, who’ve been married for 12 years, had noticed that two of their sons, Colin, now seven, and Laurent, now five, were experiencing the same symptoms. Their fears were confirmed when in 2019 the boys were diagnosed with the same genetic disorder. Their other son Leo, now nine, was given the all clear. There’s nothing they can really do, because there is currently no cure or effective treatment to slow down the progression of retinitis pigmentosa.
Once they came to terms with the news, the couple focused their attention on helping their children build the skills they’d need to lead their way through life. When Mia’s specialist suggested that they absorb her with “visual memories”, Lemay realized that there was one truly incredible way that they could do just that for her and the rest of the children.
“I thought, ‘I’m not going to show her an elephant in a book. I’m going to take her to see a real elephant’,” she explains.“And I’m going to fill her visual memory with the best, most beautiful images I can.”
She and her husband soon began making plans to spend a year traveling around the globe with their kids. They think there are great things to do at home, but there’s nothing better than traveling. Not only the scenery, but also the different cultures and people.
After gathering up enough savings,they soon began their family journey with an in-depth itinerary (行程) that involved traveling through Russia by land, and spending time in China.
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The trip has provided the children with unforgettable visual experiences.
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Lemay says, “Traveling is something you can learn from.”
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Once across the river and into the business district, Carrie glanced about her for some likely door which to apply.
As she contemplated(打量) the wide window and imposing signs, she became conscious of being gazed upon and understood for what she was——a wage-seeker. To avoid a certain indefinable shame she felt at being caught spying about for some place where he might apply for a position, she quickened her steps and assumed an air of indifference supposedly common to one upon an errand.
A little way on Carrie saw a great door which, for some reason, attracted her attention. It was ornamented by small brass sign, and seemed to be the entrance to a vast hive of six or seven floors. “Perhaps, ” she thought, “they may want someone” and crossed over to enter, summoning up her courage as she went.
When she came within a score of feet of the desired goal, Carrie observed a young gentleman in a gray clerk suit, fumbling his watch- chain and looking out. That he had anything to do with the concern she could not tell, but because he happened to be looking in her direction, her weakening heart penetrated her and she hurried by, too overcome with shame to enter in. After several blocks of walking, in which the uproar of the streets and the novelty of the situation had time to wear away the effect of her first defeat, she again looked about. Over the way stood a great six- story structure labeled “Storm and King”, which she viewed with rising hope. It was a wholesale dry goods concern and employed women.
Carrie could see them moving about now and then upon the upper floors. This place she decided to enter, no matter what. She crossed over and walked directly toward the entrance. As she did so two men came out and paused in the door. A telegraph messenger in blue dashed past her and up the few steps which graced the entrance and disappeared. Several pedestrians(行人)out of the hurrying throng which filled the sidewalks passed about her as she paused, hesitating. She looked helplessly around and then, seeing herself observed, retreated. It was too difficult a task. She could not go past them.
So severe a defeat told sadly upon her nerves. Her feet carried her mechanically forward, every foot of her progress being a satisfactory portion of a fight which she gladly made. Block after block passed by. The morning sun shining down with steadily increasing warmth made the shady side of the streets pleasantly cool. She looked at the blue sky overhead with more realization of its charm than had ever come to her before.
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Her cowardice began to trouble her in a way.
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“Well, young lady”, observed the old gentleman, looking at her somewhat kindly.
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Messi was a big fan of soccer. When he turned ten, he joined his first soccer team, the Green Lightning. Messi put on his uniform right away, and then he admired himself in the mirror.
“I’m a real soccer player,” he said to himself. He practised his serious game face and his victory smile. “What are you doing?” asked his sister Grace.
“I’m practising soccer,” said Messi.
“Well,” said Grace, “when people practise soccer, they usually use a ball.”
Messi then found a soccer ball in the basement. He hurried back to his room, stood in front of the mirror, and posed with the ball. Just right!
On Wednesday, Messi met his teammates on the playground. Coach Jupiter taught them how to kick the ball, run after it, and kick it again. He taught them how to throw the ball in from the sidelines, using two hands while keeping both feet on the ground.
Then they had a practice game. Soccer was a lot harder than it looked. Every time Messi was about to kick the ball, someone else kicked it away from him. When Messi threw the ball in from the sideline, he forgot to keep both feet on the ground. The only thing that Messi was good at was cheering. When anyone made a goal, Messi would jump up and cheer for them.
Saturday was Messi’s first real soccer game. The Green Lightening was playing against the Golden Suns. Messi’s family all came to watch. Messi chased the ball up and down. He kicked the air. He kicked the grass. He even kicked one of the Golden Suns. But every time he tried to kick the ball, someone else kicked it first. Even so, he kept cheering for anyone who scored. But no one cheered for him. It came as no surprise that their team lost the match.
After the game, Grace came over and reminded Messi that he needed to be a real soccer player not a cheerleader. Meanwhile, his coach Jupiter told Messi that he wanted him to be a better soccer player next time.
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Their words made Messi start to consider the true meaning of a real soccer player.
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Finally, it came the last game of the season between the Green Lightning and the Golden Suns again.
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I grew up and started my school career in Haiti. Teachers in Haiti were well known for certain skills: some for their ability to scare you with just a look, and others for their consistency in beating kids.
Our fear pushed us to learn whatever we’re assigned, whether it was memorizing a passage or solving a math problem, so in a way, the teachers were effective. I was able to remember a lot, and as a kid I never sat back and wondered if the education I was getting was good enough.
But looking back, I see that I never grew mentally in that school. They didn’t teach us to think broadly or be creative. Instead, my classmates and I were taught what we needed to know to survive inside a classroom, but not the things that would help me survive in the real world.
When I came to the United States, I didn’t know what to expect. On my first day of school, I met my new teacher, Mr Jean Pierre, who was Haitian. He greeted me with Creole (克里奥尔语). It meant that we were equals.
On my first day in his class, I couldn’t even read the English title of the textbook he handed me. But I learned so quickly that by my third week, I understood most questions and was even raising my hand.
He also had us learn 10 to 20 vocabulary words each day. For each word we had to memorize how to spell it and pronounce it and create a sentence with it. At first, I hated this method because I wasn’t used to having to be creative in any way. But gradually, he helped me fall in love with creative writing. Every morning, we’d have 30 minutes to write about anything that came to mind. I discovered I was good at this, and he was the first teacher ever to put in time aside from his regular schedule for me, staying during lunch or after school to help me and another student who loved writing.
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Through actions like these, Mr. Jean Pierre showed me that he truly cared about me as a person and wasn’t just interested in doing his job and getting paid.
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But he was also the kind of teacher who taught us how to survive in life.
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Cathy, my mom, whose pet phrase (口头禅) was “Never give up”, was our family’s beacon of positivity. It was not a title she earmed without concerted (一致的) effort, however. When she was only thirty years old, her husband was killed in a car accident and she was left to raise me alone.
My mom could have lived under a black cloud. Instead, she challenged herself to find joy every day. Leading by example, Mom taught me just how much one could accomplish with a positive attitude. She has taken the same approach in her relationship with her grandchildren-Max and Charley.
One hot summer afternoon, my mom and her two grandsons, having spent two hours building sand castles and collecting sea shells on the beach, sank into their beach chairs to have a rest. How they longed for delicious ice cream to cool themselves, especially the two kids!
Suddenly, my mom heard the familiar loud clang (叮当声) of the ice-cream man’s bell from her beach chair. She turned quickly and saw him briefly, spotting his distinctive green shirt and catching the gleam of his waving bell before he turned and disappeared over the dunes (沙丘).
Happily, the ice-cream man’s visit was a daily occurrence at the beach, although the lag time between the sound of his bell and the departure of his truck was not long. One must be quick enough to catch him to buy the ice cream.
Max and Charley were in great disappointment when they didn’t catch him in time that day because they really wanted to have a taste of those cool ice-creams. That was until my mom’s eyes sparkled and she said to the kids, “Never give up!” She explained to the kids that the truck might be gone, but they should be able to catch him up at its next stop. And the kids agreed immediately.
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Paragraph 1: So Max and Charley, accompanied by my mom, began their mission.
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Paragraph 2: Max and Charley, encouraged by my mom, ran another three blocks.
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