One fall,my wife Elli and I had a single goal:to photograph polar bears.We were staying at a research camp outside"the polar bear capital of the world”－the town of Churchill in Manitoba, Canada.
Taking pictures of polar bears is amazing but also dangerous.Polar bears-like all wild animals－should be photographed from a safe distance.When I'm face to face with a polar bear,I like it to be through a camera with a telephoto lens.But sometimes,that is easier said than done.This was one of those times.
As Elli and I cooked dinner,a young male polar bear who was playing in a nearby lake sniffed, and smelled our garlic bread.
The hungry bear followed his nose to our camp,which was surrounded by a high wire fence.He pulled and bit the wire.He stood on his back legs and pushed at the wooden fence posts.
Terrified,Elli and I tried all the bear defense actions we knew.We yelled at the bear,hit pots hard, and fired blank shotgun shells into the air Sometimes loud noises like these will scare bears off.Not this polar bear though-he just kept trying to tear down the fence with his massive paws(爪子）
I radioed the camp manager for help.He told me a helicopter was on its way,but it would be 30 minutes before it arrived.Making the best of this close encounter(相遇），I took some pictures or the bear.
Eilt and I feared the fence wouldn't last through 30 more minutes of the bear's punishment.The camp manager suggested I use pepper spray.The spray burns the bears' eyes,but doesn't hurt them. So I approached our uninvited guest slowly and.through the fence,sprayed him in the face.With an angry roar(吼叫），the bear ran to the lake to wash his eyes.
Para 1.A few minutes later,the bear headed back to our camp.
Para 2.At that very moment,the helicopter arrived.
Jenny was a pretty eight-year-old girl.
One day when she and her mother were checking out at the grocery store, Jenny saw a plastic pearl necklace, by which she was totally defeated. How eagerly she wanted it! But when she saw the price, her heart sank a little. She gathered up her courage and asked her mother if she would buy it for her. Her mother said, “Well, it is a pretty necklace, but it costs an awful lot of money. I can buy you the necklace, but when we get home, we should make up a list of housework that you can do to pay for the necklace.” Jenny agreed immediately, feeling a burst of joy. So her mother bought the pearl necklace for her. Jenny worked on her housework determinedly and earnestly every day. Soon Jenny paid off the pearls.
Jenny had a very loving daddy. When Jenny went to bed, he would read Jenny her favorite story. One night when he finished the story, he said, “Jenny, do you love me?” “Oh, yes, Daddy, you know I love you.” the little girl said delightedly, with a broad smile on her face. “Well, then, give me your pearls.” Hearing that, Jenny froze there, an anxious expression twisting her face. “Oh! Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Rosy, my favorite doll. Remember her? You gave her to me last year for my birthday. Okay?” “Oh no, darling, that’s okay.” Her father brushed her cheek with a kiss, gently and calmly. “Good night, little one.”
A week later, her father once again asked Jenny after her story, “Do you love me?” “Oh yes, Daddy, you know I love you.” the little girl murmured softly, trying to escape from her father’s eyes. “Well, then, give me your pearls.” “Oh, Daddy, not my pearls! But you can have Ribbons, my toy horse. Do you remember her? She is my favorite.” The little girl begged. “No, that’s okay,” her father said, smiling broadly and sweetly and brushed her cheek again with a kiss. “God bless you, little one. Sweet dreams.”
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Several days later, when Jenny’s father came in to read her story, Jenny was waiting anxiously for him on the bed.
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Holding the plastic pearl his daughter offered, the father dragged out a blue box.
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If there's one thing I can't stand people saying,it is"I'm no good at anything,I don't have any talent".I just don't buy that at all.To me,everyone has at least one talent,and while it sometimes takes you a lifetime to find,it does exist.There was a time when I didn't believe that. What changed my mind was a seemingly small event that took place in 1953.
At that time I was a high school student.I was a funny-looking skinny boy named Eugene Orowitz,who weighed barely 100 pounds.I was a good student,but as far as I was concerned,in just about every other department I was a loser.I wanted to fit in,to be someone and do something well.But I hadn't found anything I was good at.One sunny afternoon,our gym class went out to the school's running track.The teacher taught us all various track and field events.I was a loser in all of them.Then came the javelin(标枪）. Suddenly something inside me began saying,"Try it! Try it!”I had to wait my turn,though,trying not to look too eager.Finally,when everyone had had a chance to throw-the best throw going about 30 yards-I looked at the teacher.
＂Hey,Orowitz,you want to try?"he asked.
Embarrassed,I looked down,but managed to nod my head.
“Well,come on then,"he said impatiently,and handed me the javelin.Behind me I could hear some of my classmates laughing.As I grasped the javelin in my hand,I was seized with a strange feeling-a new-found excitement.For some crazy reason,I was relaxed over what I was about to do,even though I'd never done it before.I raised the javelin over my head,took six quick steps and let the thing go.The same voice that had urged me to throw it,now told me it was a good throw.
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I watched as the javelin took off.My heart quickened
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That night I took the javelin home with me.
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