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It was windy and cold when a store owner was sticking a sign above his door that read "Pets for Sale." Just as he expected, soon a little boy appeared at the sign."How much are you going to sell those dogs for?" he asked. The store owner answered, "Anywhere from $30-$50." The little boy reached into his pocket and pulled out some change. "I have $2.37; can I 1 them?" The store owner smiled, and then turned back and called. Five little dogs ran down toward 2 but one was falling behind. Immediately the little boy 3 it and said "What's wrong with that little dog?" The man explained that the little dog was born disabled, it would never be able to walk 4 . The little boy got really 5 and said "That's the dog I want to buy!" The man replied "No, you don't want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I'll give him to you." The little boy got quite 6 . He looked straight into the man's eyes, pointing his finger and said, "I don't want you to give him to me. He is worth every 7 as much as the other dogs and I'll pay the 8 price. In fact, I'll give you $2.37 now and 50 cents every month 9 I have him paid for." The man said, "You really don't want to buy this pet. He is never going to be able to run, jump and play like other dogs!" On hearing this, the little boy reached down and rolled up his trousers leg to show his left leg 10 by a big metal stick. He looked up at the man and said, "Well, I don't run so well myself, and the little dog will need someone who 11 ." In life, it doesn't matter 12 you are, but whether someone appreciates you for what you are, accepts you and loves you unconditionally. | ||||
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There was a very special teacher who made a far-reaching difference in my life. Fall, 1959, the first day of class at Hong Xing High School was about to begin. "Who", I asked a boy sitting beside 1 , "is Mrs. Qiao, my 10th grade English teacher?" He just laughed and said I would be in trouble. Soon, I understood what he meant. Mrs. Qiao was active that she repeated again and again. We would have a reading task for 2 . The next day, 3 we came to class, there would be two or three topics on the blackboard about the homework. We were expected to write an in-class essay (作文) about one of the 4 . The following day, she would return the corrected and graded (批改过的) essays and each person would be called to stand in front of the 5 and to read out his/her essay. The class were required to criticize (评论) that essay, or the grade (得分) of everyone in class would be reduced (减少). The first time that I experienced her read-write-criticize method, I had quickly done the homework and had written something without 6 what it meant. You can 7 what would happen in class. Standing before my classmates, I really made a fool (傻子) of myself. What a shame! No one laughed at me; no one would be 8 enough, or foolish enough, to do that in Mrs. Qiao's class. It was just from then, I made up my mind not to let it happen again. Mrs. Qiao 9 all of our written work; it was easy to see the improvement in writing that had occurred. What Mrs. Qiao forced me to do was to see myself as others see me and, having done that, I could 10 myself. And I did thank you, Mrs Qiao. | ||||
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Why did I come today? I wondered. My Christmas list contained (包括) several people. And I knew their feelings would be hurt if I didn't buy them anything, so buying 1 is boring. Hurriedly, I 2 shopping and joined the long checkout lines. In front of me were a boy of about 5 and a younger girl. She carried a beautiful pair of 3 slippers (拖鞋). When we finally reached the cash register (收 银机), the girl 4 placed the shoes on the counter. She treated them as though they were a treasure. "That will be $6.09," the cashier said. The boy 5 his pockets. He finally came up with $3.12. "I guess we will have to put them back," he 6 said. "We will come back some other time, maybe tomorrow." With that words, a 7 broke from the little girl."But Jesus (耶稣) would have loved these shoes." "Well, we'll go home and work some more. Don't cry. We'll surely 8 ," he said. Quickly I handed $3.00 to the cashier. These children had waited in line for a long time. And, 9 , it was Christmas. Suddenly a pair of arms came around me and a small voice gratefully said, "Thank you." "What did you 10 when you said Jesus would like the shoes?" I asked. The boy answered. "Our mommy is sick and going to 11 . Daddy said she might go before Christmas to be with Jesus." The girl spoke, "My teacher said the streets in heaven are shiny gold, just like these shoes. Won't mommy be beautiful walking on those streets in these shoes?" My eyes flooded. "Yes," I answered, "I am 12 she will." Silently I thanked God for using these children to remind (提醒) me of the true spirit of giving. | ||||
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It was Christmas. I was teaching in a small town where my twenty-seven third graders excitedly expected the great day of gift-giving in a couple of days. Each day the children produced some new 1 -Christmas cards, handmade gifts, German bells and so on. Through it all she remained alone, 2 from far away. I wondered what would happen to this quiet child, once so happy, now suddenly so quiet. I hoped the festivities would please her. But nothing did. The students made the fried marbles (small balls, made of glass or stone) and competed with one another to bring the 3 ones. The day of gift-giving finally came. We cheered over our handiwork as the presents were 4 . All along, she sat quietly, watching. To see her smile, I had made a special bag for her. She opened it so slowly and carefully. I waited but she 5 . After school I sat down in a chair, hardly knew what was happening, when she came to me with out-stretched hands, holding a small white box that looked a little old, as if it had been 6 many times by unknown, childish hands. She said nothing."For me?" I asked. She said not a word, but 7 her head. I took the box and carefully opened it. There inside, shining green, a fried marble hung from a golden chain. Then I looked into that eight-year-old 8 and saw the question in her dark brown eyes. 9 I knew-she had made it for her mother, who had died just three weeks before and would never hold her or brush her hair or 10 her childish joys or sorrows. I meant 11 when I said in a low voice, "Oh, Maria, it is so beautiful. Your mother would love it." Neither of us could stop the tears. She threw herself into my arms and we cried together. And for that moment I became her mother, for she had given me the greatest 12 of all: her trust and love. | ||||
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