When my daughters reached the third and fourth grades, I sometimes allowed them to walk to and from school alone if the weather permitted. One warm spring day, a little dog followed them home after school. It had short legs and long lovely ears. It was the cutest dog I had ever seen and the girls begged me to keep it.
The dog was about twelve weeks old. It had no collar (项圈) or identifying marks of any sort. I didn’t know what to do. I thought about posting an advertisement but I really didn’t want to. It would break the kids’ hearts if someone should show up. Besides, its owners should have watched it more closely.
By the end of the week the dog was part of our family. It was very intelligent and good with the girls. The following week something told me to check the lost-and-found section in the local paper. One particular advertisement jumped out at me and my heart beat with fear for what I read. Someone was begging for the return of a lost dog in the neighborhood of our grade school. The owner sounded extremely eager. My hand shook, and I couldn’t bring myself to pick up the paper.
Instead, I pretended I hadn’t seen the advertisement. I quickly put paper away in the drawer and continued with my dusting. I never said a word about it to the kids or my husband.
By then we had named the dog. It was Kevin, so we called it Kevin. It followed the girls everywhere they went. When they went outside, it was one step behind them. When they did the housework, it was there to lend a hand.
There was only one problem with this seemingly perfect picture: my conscience (良心) was bothering me. I wondered in my heart whether I had to call that number in the paper and see if our Kevin was the dog they were desperately seeking. It was the most difficult thing for me to do.
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But I had to make a decision.
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As he said this, a little girl’s voice came from inside, “I am coming... Please wait.”
But even after five minutes no one came. The postman said again, “Is there anyone to take your letter? I have to go to many more places.”
The girl replied. “Uncle, if you are in a hurry. put the letter under the door. I am coming. It will take some more time…”
The postman said, “No, I am waiting. It is a registered letter. So someone’s signature (签字) is also needed.”
About ten minutes later. the door opened.
The postman was a little angry, and was about to shout at the girl, However, as soon as the door opened, he was shocked to see that in front of him was a little handicapped girl who had no legs. The postman quietly gave her the letter, took her signature and left.
The little girl often lived alone in her house. Her mother was not in this world and her father had to work far away.
In a month or two whenever mails came, the postman would knock and call for the girl and then wait patiently at the door. Gradually, interaction and attachment (情感) grew between them. The little girl noticed that the postman used to come barefoot(赤脚的) to deliver mails.
It rained one morning. When the postman left after giving a letter to the girl, his footprints were left on the wet ground. The girl came out with a paper, put it on print and took down a picture of his feet. She decided to give him a surprise on the New Year’s Day. which was around the corner.
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The postman went to houses to deliver mails during the New Year celebrations.
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After a while, she brought a big box and handed it to the postman.
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When I was in seventh grade, my parents paid a tutor(家庭教师) forty dollars a week for her coming to my house and helping me with math. It ended up raising my marks from fifty to fifty-five.
I had to admit it was mainly my fault. Maybe I should have concentrated my math from the beginning. But studying math was a tough thing. Sitting on a chair to work on confusing math problems for two hours was a slow and painful process. During the process, I would fidget(坐立不安) and have many trips to the refrigerator in an attempt to get off that chair for at least five minutes.
During math tests, my teachers would always stay by my desk. My teachers and friends would frequently ask the question after tests,” How’s your math this time?" So I became extremely afraid of math. While normal people of my age were scared of some insects and adventurous travels, I feared anything to do with numbers. The thought of a teacher picking on me in class made me feel scared. The red marks on the test paper were also terrifying.
My fear of math got worse in ninth grade. Every report card I received from my new math teacher Ms Robbins had the comment to encourage me, "I'm glad to do what I can to help you.” But I couldn't tell her the real reason why I didn't ask for help-I didn’t want to be considered stupid. Every question I had was, in my opinion at the time, something that the whole class had understood but I. So instead, I ended up not caring about anything related to math, without working hard on math at all. And I concluded everything would work out in the end
Eventually, my classmates and I took the final test that would lead to our graduation from middle school and stepping into high school. Days after the exam-- on a rainy summer morning, Ms. Robbins called me.
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With worry and uncertainty, I entered her office.
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After I took the courage to tell my parents the bad news, they were silent.
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