“Mommy, don’t go,” my threeyearold son screamed as I walked to the door. My fifteenyearold leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms folded across his chest, not screaming, but glaring at me as I pulled his little brother off my legs.
“Are you mad at me too?”
“You spend all your time taking care of other people’s kids, but what about us?” Dylan left angrily.
I was shocked and a little hurt. How could my own child not understand that the work I was doing was saving lives? Then the answer hit me. He didn’t know, because he had never seen what Healing the Children actually did. Dylan had heard the stories of sick children, but had never once looked into the eyes of a child and understood the hard truth—that without our help, the children would likely die.“Get dressed. You are going with me,” I said.
I spent the drive explaining the case of Hector to my son, who pretended to ignore me the entire time. “He’s seven, only weighs thirty pounds and is very sick. He has a heart condition called Tetralogy of Fallot, which could kill him. It is a miracle (奇迹) that he is still alive.”I went on to explain that it took a team of volunteer medical staff to get Hector to the hospital from his remote village and care for him while he was there. Still, Dylan seemed unimpressed.
We stopped at a convenience store for water and snacks. Dylan had one large and one small Slurpee (思乐冰饮料). He said the small one was for Hector. I doubted whether the little guy would be able to drink it, but remained silent. This was the first interest Dylan had shown in being there. I wasn’t about to ruin it.
I stopped at the nurses’ station to check on Hector’s progress while Dylan went to his room. Our patient was recovering physically, but the nurse was concerned that Hector was struggling emotionally. She said, “Kids usually bounce back fast, but he hardly speaks and never smiles.”
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Imagine my surprise when I heard laughter from Hector’s room
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______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Years ago, in a small fishing village in Holland, a young boy taught the world about the rewards of unselfish service．
Because the entire village lived on fishing, a volunteer rescue team was needed in case of emergency. One night, the winds screaming, a fishing boat was turned over by a strong storm at sea．The crew(全体船 员) in trouble sent out the S.O.S signals．The captain of the rescue rowboat team sounded the alarm(警报) and the villagers gathered in the town square overlooking the sea．When the team got on their rescue boat and fought their way through the wild waves, the villagers waited nervously on the beach, holding lamps(灯) to light the way back．
An hour later, the rescue boat reappeared through the fog( 雾 ) and the cheering villagers ran to greet them．Falling exhausted(精疲力竭的) on the sand, the volunteers reported that the rescue boat could not hold any more passengers and they had to leave one man behind ．Even one more passenger would have surely overturned the rescue boat and all the people on board would have been lost．
Anxiously, the captain called for another volunteer team to look for the survivor ．Sixteen-year-old Hans stepped forward ． His mother held his arm, crying, “please don't go ． Your father died in a shipwreck(船只失事)10 years ago and your elder brother, Paul, has been lost at sea for three weeks．Hans, you are all I have left．”
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Hans replied, “Mother, I have to go．
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After what seemed a century, the rescue boat finally broke through the thick fog, with Hans standing in the bow(船头), waving to the waiting crowds.
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Lily loved school. However, there was one class Lily worried about more than any other—art. She didn’t know why she just wasn’t any good at drawing, painting, or cutting.
Ms. Clay, the art teacher, stood at the front of the room. “Class, next Friday our school is going to have an art competition,” she announced. Ms. Clay was a great teacher, and Lily liked her a lot. But this announcement made Lily nervous. “Everyone in the school will create a piece of artwork to show in the library. You can use the different types of artwork we have been studying.” Ms. Clay was quite excited when she spoke while Lily found herself sinking lower in her chair.
Lily had the whole weekend to work on her project, but she could not think of anything to do. On Monday, Lily felt frightened, so after school Lily asked Ms. Clay if she could write an art paper instead of doing an art project.
“I understand this project scared you, Lily,” Ms. Clay said. “Just remember, you can create any kind of art you want.” Ms. Clay smiled at her. “Art is a person’s way of expressing his or her feelings—it isn’t always painting, drawing, or cutting. I know you will think of something very creative, and I can’t wait to see it.”
When Lily arrived home, she took out a piece of paper and a pencil. She remembered Ms. Clay’s words. “Art is a person’s way of expressing his or her feelings.” Lily wrote the word “terrified” on her paper. She crumpled (揉皱) the paper and threw it to the side of her desk.
Then Lily stared at the crumpled ball. Suddenly an idea struck her.
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Why not create something out of crumpled paper?
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On Friday, Lily carefully carried her project into the library.
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It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The streams were long gone back into the earth. If we didn't see some rain soon we would lose everything. It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the best miracle I have ever seen in my life.
I was in the kitchen making lunch for the family when I saw my six-year old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. I could only see his back. He wasn't walking with his usual steps. He was obviously walking with great effort... trying to be as still as possible. Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to make sandwiches, thinking that whatever he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful long step toward the woods. This activity went on for over an hour: walking cautiously to the woods, then running back to the house. Finally, my curiosity got the best of me. I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey.
He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked; being very careful not to spill (溅出) the water he held in them. I stepped close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face but he did not try to avoid them. He might have a much greater purpose, I thought. As I came closer, I saw the most amazing sight. Several large deer stood in front of him. Billy walked right up to them, at the sight of which I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck (雄鹿) was dangerously close. But the buck neither threatened him nor even moved as Billy knelt down. And I saw a baby deer lying on the ground, obviously suffering from heavy loss of water and heat exhaustion, lifting its head with great effort to lap (舔) up the water cupped in my boy's hands.
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When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house. I followed him back to the tap.
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This time I joined him, with a small pot of water from the kitchen.
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A pleasant surprise
For a long time, I had been looking for a piano of my own to practise on. There was a piano shop on the street along which I walked every day to school. Whenever I passed the shop, I would stop, looking at the beautiful piano standing in the comer of the shop window. How I had been dreaming, day and night to possess a piano like that!
Unfortunately, my father was just a clerk. Times were tough during the Depression, and there were five mouths to feed, besides buying coal and wood for the stove. In order to save money, even on cold winter days, my father would walk the seven miles every day to get to work. No he could never afford to buy me an expensive piano. Though he knew I wanted to play that piano so much» buying it was an extravagance (奢侈品) well beyond our family’s income.
One day after school, I went as usual to the shop window to look at the piano. However, to my surprise and disappointment, the piano had gone. I should not have been surprised as others had the right to buy it, if they could afford to. Tears filled my eyes when I thought of not being able to sec that piano any more.
Disappointed, helpless and sad, I wandered aimlessly up and down the street. After about an hour. I returned home. I had just entered into our house, when I heard my mother calling me. I brushed away my tears and followed the sound of her voice into the dining-room.
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As soon as my father appeared, I hugged him tightly.
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Diane Ray was completely self-centred and very spoilt(溺爱的). Her parents gave her everything that she wanted, knowing that she would throw a temper tantrum(耍小孩脾气) if they did not satisfy her desire. She would scream(尖叫) and lie on the floor drumming her heels. Finally her parents always gave in.
That was why she was alone on the beach, wearing an expensive swimsuit. It had taken a big tantrum to get her parents to buy it for her. They were back at the beach-house, recovering from the tantrum she had thrown when they told her that it was too dangerous to go diving alone. “Dangerous? ” she had said. “You just don’t want me to have fun. I’m going and if you try to stop me, I’ll scream.”
“What are you doing?” a voice asked. Diane jumped and looked around. She did not know that the man was there until he spoke.
“I’m going to dive,” she answered coldly.
“You shouldn’t swim today,” the man advised. “There is a storm(风暴) coming up.”
“You should mind your own business!” Diane replied and walked into the gentle waves.
“If you go out there you’ll be sorry,” the man called after her. But she did not want to reply.
Diane slipped into the water and dived happily until white waves began rolling in and it became harder to swim against the current(水流). Sea water hit against her face, making it difficult to breathe. Oh, why did I not listen to the advice?
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Frightened, she began to scream.
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After Diane closed her bedroom’s door, she was lost in thought.
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