When Jayce Crowder was in kindergarten, he began noticing that he looked different from his classmates. They had two hands. But he had only one.
It started when one boy teased him. Jayce was in a bad mood. He'd return home in Des Moines, Iowa, with questions: Why am I different? Why me? Why? "He actually told us that he was mad at looking so different from others," said his mother, Cortney Lewis. "That really hurt him." Lewis admitted she didn't know what to do at that point. How could she provide answers to her son's questions when she had never found those answers herself?
A few weeks later, Lewis came home from her job and turned on the TV to a news story about Trashaun Willis, an eighth grader from Washington middle school, Iowa. The boy, then 14, had become an Internetstar after posting videos of his slam dunk（扣篮）, and, like Jayce, he was missing most of his left arm. Lewis called Jayce in. He was shocked, staring at one dunk after another.
At the time, it seemed that watching Trashaun would simply be an inspiring moment for Jayce—he'd see a shining role model with a seemingly similar born disability. And had it stayed just that, Lewis would have been happy. But little did she know that a family friend had already reached out to the Des Moines Register, asking the newspaper to help set up a meeting with Trashaun to encourage Jayce and build his confidence.
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A few days later, the good news that Trashaun accepted the invitation to meet Jayce came.
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After the meeting, Jayce learned to accept his disability.
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We were three thousand miles away from home on a Random Acts of Kindness and Volunteerism Road Trip. Our funds were running low, so we had two goals today. Firstly, try out our new “Smile!” signs and see how much kindness and joy we could spread. Secondly, raise a pitiful $20 a piece by doing street performances. Singing, drawing cartoons, storytelling… as long as it is enough for the trip to Portland.
We weren’t sure how people would react to our signs. I nervously raised one up and shouted “Hi there!” to a young couple. They looked over, momently confused, then read my sign and broke into smiles. It worked.
Before long, our signs were popular. Strangers stopped to ask us about them. The signs are more than an invitation to “Smile!”. They’re an excuse to connect with strangers and to remember this world is full of good people. We got so wrapped up in our “Smile!” project that we forgot our other goal. Before we knew it, the sun was setting, and we had no money for our trip to Portland.
Then we noticed that a blind musician was playing guitar when suddenly a passing crowd kicked over his change jar. Change and cash scattered everywhere. Before we could run over, another man rushed to collect all the money for him. And we met the dogooder, Jared. “We want to praise you on your good deed,” I said. Jared looked at my signs curiously. We told him about our road trip, which reminded him of something similar he did when he was young. He seemed moved.
“Thanks again, Anna,” Peter Smith said, “You did a great job.”
“You’re welcome.” Anna Johnson could hardly keep the excitement from her voice. Her first baby-sitting job had gone perfectly. She’d played games with Peter’s three children until it was bedtime. Mr. Smith walked her to the front door and waited while she let herself into the house. Anna hadn’t even looked at the money Mrs. Smith had pressed into her hand at the end of the evening. She’d expected five or six dollars. Now, she saw that it was a twenty-dollar bill!
Anna imagined her parents’ faces when she handed them the twenty dollars.
Things hadn’t been easy for the Johnson family since Anna’s dad had lost his engineering job a year ago. There had been no new clothes or movies in the last year. They no longer went out to eat on Fridays. Anna didn’t really mind, as long as her family was together. But now she could help. Twenty dollars! That was enough to fill the car with gas or to buy a bag of groceries.
Her excitement faded as she wondered if Mrs. Smith realized how much money she had given her. Could she have made a mistake? Anna felt bad as she remembered that Mrs. Smith had simply pulled the money from her purse without looking at it.
Anna thought, “Maybe Mrs. Smith meant to give me the twenty-dollar bill, Baby-sitting three children is a lot of work.” Soon Anna remembered that the Smiths didn’t seem to have much money, either. But, she silently argued with herself. “They gave me the money. I didn’t steal it.”
She found her parents in the living room. Anna took a deep breath and told them what had happened. “I wanted to give the money to you to help out the family, but I think Mrs. Smith made a mistake.” She continued. “I’m going to give it back to her.”
Dad settled his big hand on her shoulder. “You just gave us the best gift, Anna.” Mom kissed her. “We’re very proud of you, sweetheart.”
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The next morning, Anna went to Mrs. Smith’s house again.
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Mrs. Smith opened her purse and counted out six dollars.
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Jason threw the papers on my desk—his eyebrows knit into a straight line as he glared at me. He pointed a finger at the paper. “Next time you want to change anything, ask me first,” he said, turning on his heels and leaving me in anger. “How dare he treat me like that,” I thought. I had changed one long sentence, and corrected grammar, something I thought I was paid to do.
As the weeks went by, I grew to dislike Jason. One day, another of his episodes left me in tears. I stormed into his office, prepared to let the man know how I felt I sat across from him and said calmly, “Jason, the way you’ve been treating me is wrong. I’ve never had anyone speak to me that way. As a professional, it’s wrong, and I can’ allow it to continue.”
Jason assumed a nervous smile and leaned back in his chair. I closed my eyes briefly. “I want to make you a promise. I will be a friend,” I said. “I will treat you as you deserve to be treated, with respect and kindness. You deserve that. Everybody does.” I slipped out of the chair and closed the door behind me.
Jason avoided me the rest of the week. Papers and letters appeared on my desk while I was at lunch, and my corrected versions were not seen again. I brought cookies to the office one day and left some on his desk. Another day I left a note. “Hope your day is going great,” it read. Over the next few weeks, Jason reappeared but there were no other episodes.
One year after our “talk”, I discovered I had cancer. I was thirty-two, the mother of three young children, scared. Friends and loved ones visited and tried to find the right words to comfort me. No one knew what to say, and many said the wrong things. Others wept.
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One day, Jason came into the hospital room awkwardly, and placed a box beside me.
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For ten years, I have watched those red and white flowers blossom every spring.
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1.人物简介；
2.对自己的影响。
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My Grandmother is 87 years old. She loves gardening, and she has got a habit of not sitting still as she loves to do some work all the time. In June, while working in the garden outside our home, she slipped (滑倒) and one of her bones was broken.
My father and I took her to the hospital. After examining her, the doctor said that the bone was broken from the joint and that there was no chance that she would ever walk, even after an operation. That was very sad for all of us. I looked into my grandmother’s face. She was looking at me as if I could do something to treat her. We asked the doctor if she could sit, and the doctor said “Yes but only after an operation”.
She got operated on the next day. The operation was successful. The doctor didn’t believe that she would be able to walk on her own. For the next month, she did everything in bed only. All of us tried our best to take care of her. I remember those nights when she used to cry in great pain and we could only give her comfort. Once she said while crying, “I don’t want to live anymore, nothing is left now.” I got so sad listening to that but I told her one thing. I said, “Ma, maybe you have got a broken bone, but all the other parts of your body are working properly. It is OK if you can’t walk, but if you can sit, that would be excellent for us.”
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I don’t know exactly what happened to her after she listened to my words.
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After two and a half months, we went to the doctor who had operated my grandmother.
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My sister Priscilla and I just came back from a week-long vacation in Portugal with lots of photos.I'll remember so many wonderful things about my trip to the cities of Lisbon and Porto, but one experience in particular sticks out, something that happened on our last night in Lisbon.
Before the trip, I put together a very detailed route of places to see.One of the must-visit places on my list was Livraria do Simão, the smallest bookstore in Lisbon.On our very first day in Lisbon, Priscilla and I searched for it.We found the oldest bookstore in the world.But the smallest one was impossible to find! Back at the hotel, where we had Wi-Fi, I looked the bookstore up again, hoping we'd have time to find it on another day.But our schedule was delayed, and we probably wouldn't have time to look for it.
On our last full day in Lisbon, Priscilla and I took a day trip to Cascais, a coastal town outside the city.We decided, at the last minute, to visit a historic flea market (跳蚤市场).We walked for about an hour, up many steep hills.When we finally reached the market, completely out of breath, all the sellers were closing up.Not to mention that we were both tired and hungry.Priscilla and I argued over the directions.I insisted we turn right, which ended up being another had decision.We climbed up more steep hills, farther and farther away from any area we recognized.We made another right turn onto a random street and Priscilla stopped to check the map.Meanwhile, I looked up at the street sign, Rua da Madalena.I'd heard that name before.We continued a little farther up the street, and I spotted a few people hanging out in a lane.There was something particularly familiar about the scene.I looked closer.There was a small store practically hidden in the lane.It had books in its windows.
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Oh my goodness! The bookstore!
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Soon, it was time for us to say goodbye.
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My sister and I are twins. People say that the sisters are very close, but the two of us are not like sisters. We always quarrelled with each other until the day which I would remember forever.
It was a Monday morning. Because we slept too late the night before, we got up a little late. After getting up, we quickly packed up the books and school supplies for the class. At the urging of our mother, we hurriedly took a few bites of breakfast and got in the car to school. On the way to school, our mother criticized us, "You two should go to bed on time and pack school supplies and textbooks one night in advance. If you don't bring textbooks or school supplies because of getting up late, I won't send them to school. " My sister and I nodded.
Unfortunately, I really forgot something of great importance.
After coming to the classroom, the art teacher said that she would check the watercolor pens in the afternoon. I was anxious because I found I left them at home.
Seeing this, the art teacher said to me seriously, "You must have the pens during my class. Otherwise, I have to talk to your head teacher and your parents. "
The words made me even more anxious. Remembering the words of my mother, I realized I had to find another way to get the watercolor pens. But what should I do? No one was willing to lend me as they also needed the watercolor pens. I tried many ways, but the problem wasn't solved. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: I could borrow some from my sister, who was not in the same class with me.
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Thinking of this, I hurried to my sister’s classroom and called my sister out loud at the classroom door.
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On the way back to the classroom, I gradually calmed down.
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It was a Saturday last year, and my husband, David, and I were taking our dog, Joey, for his evening walk. We were on our way home, heading towards a bridge, when I heard a cry ahead.
As we approached, I saw a figure sitting down on the ground, uncomfortably close to the wall. It was a young man, clearly in distress, crying and shouting, his whole body shaking. I froze, suddenly aware of the gravity of the situation. The bridge ran over a high-speed train track and was a well-known suicide spot. A local family had lost their teenager in that exact place a few weeks earlier.
David and I exchanged glances. There was no one around. I knew I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if his death was reported the next day and I’d done nothing.
I inched towards the young man and Joey instinctively glued to my side. I asked him if I could sit down, and then lowered myself on to the ground opposite him, while Joey sandwiched himself between us. I tried a few gentle questions: “What’s your name? How old are you? What do you do?” His answers were simple. “Tommy. 23. Computer. ”
“Are you OK?” I asked. “No, I’m not” he shouted back. He muttered something about a betrayal, not knowing what to do. His emotions were swinging wildly—tears one moment and fierce anger the next. I was desperate to make a connection, asking him where he went to college and feigning(装作) delight as I told him my son had studied there, too. I even found myself recounting the story of Neil Layboum, who had talked a man down from Waterloo Bridge in London 10 years ago.
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I kept talking, trying to alter his mood.
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When the train passed, I let out a sigh.
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It was at least two months before Christmas when nine-year-old Almie Rose told her father and me that she wanted a new bicycle. Her old Barbie bicycle was just too babyish, and besides, it needed a new tire.
As Christmas drew nearer, her desire for a bicycle seemed to fade, —or so we thought, as she didn’t mention it again. Merrily, we started purchasing the latest fashion—Baby Sitter’s Club dolls—and beautiful story books, a doll house, a holiday dress and toys. Then, much to our surprise, on December 23rd, she proudly announced that she “really wanted a bike more than anything else.”
Now we didn’t know what to do. It was just too late, with all the details of preparing Christmas dinner and buying last-minute gifts. So here we were—Christmas Eve around 9:00 p.m., having just returned from a wonderful party, looking forward to our evening ahead—hours of wrapping children’s presents, parents’ presents, a brother’s presents and friends’ presents. With Almie Rose and her six-year-old brother, Dylan, lay comfortably in their beds. Now we could only think of the bicycle, the guilt and the idea that we were parents who would disappoint their child.
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“What if I make a little bicycle out of clay (黏土) and she can trade it for a real one later?” my husband Ron thought.
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On Christmas morning, we were excited for Almie to open the package with the clay bike.
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