In front of my daughter Sindu was a bowl filled with cabbage.She 1 cabbage.She sat there in silence with tears(眼泪)in her eyes.
“Sindu, darling, why don't you 2 a little?Your Mom will shout at me.”
Sindu wiped(擦)her tears with the back of her hand.
“OK, Dad.I'll eat, just a 3 .”Then Sindu said:“Dad, if I eat it all, will you give me what I want?”
“Yes, within reason.”
4 she began to eat.It took her almost half an hour to finish the 5 .Then she came up to me and said:“Dad, I want to have my head shaved(剃)!”
“Sindu, why don't you 6 something else?If we see you with a clean-shaven head, we will be 7 ,”I said.
“But, Dad, you 8 !Now, you are going back on your words.”
I had to 9 my promise.Sindu had all her hair cut off.She looked beautiful.
On Monday morning, I took her to school.Just as we 10 , a boy got out of a car, and shouted,“Sindu, please wait for me!”
Guess what?The boy had 11 hair either.
“Sir, your daughter is 12 !”A man got out of the car and said,“That boy is my son Harish.He has cancer.He lost his hair 13 he got ill.Sindu cut hers off, so Harish would feel less 14 .She's a special girl.”
I stood for a while, then said“My little girl, you are 15 me how selfless(无私的)real love is!”
Mrs.Wilson and Mrs.Smith are sisters.Mrs.Wison lives in a house in Duncan and Mrs.Smith lives in an apartment in Victoria.One day, Mrs.Wilson 1 her sister.When her sister answered the door, Mrs.Wilson saw tears in her eyes.“What’s the matter?”she asked.Mrs.Smith said,“My cat Sammy died last night and I have no 2 to bury(埋葬)him.”
She began to cry again.Mrs.Wilson was very 3 because she knew her siser loved the cat very much.Suddenly Mrs.Wilson said,“I can bury your cat in 4 garden in Duncan and you can come and visit him 5 .”Mrs.Smith stopped crying and the two sisters had tea together and a nice visit.
It was now five o’clock and Mrs.Wilson said it was time for her to 6 .She put on her hat, coat and gloves and Mrs.Smith put the dead Sammy into a shopping bag.Mrs.Wilson took the shopping bag and 7 to the bus stop.She waited a long time for the bus, so the bought a 8 .
When the bus arrived, she got on the bus, sat down and put the shopping bag on the 9 beside her feet.She then began to read the newspapers.When the bus arrived at her bus stop, she got off the bus and walked for about two minutes.Suddenly she remembered she 10 the shopping bag on the bus.
Bertha Ingram had been collecting them for more than 40 years.Every once in a while she would bring home a new book.She'd sit with it on her leg, looking at the meaningless black marks without moving the eyes and cry.
She was not stupid.She simply had not had the 1 to learn to read.Her parents were sharecroppers in Florida in the 1920s.Sharecroppers did not own the 2 they farmed.Instead, they gave a part of their crops(plants grown on farms for food)to the owner.It was quite a hard way to 3 , and both of Bertha's parents worked hard in the fields.Often Bertha had to leave school to help.Before she was a teenager, Bertha's schooling was 4 .
Bertha Ingram didn't learn to read 5 her early married life, 6 .She wanted to, but she was always too busy.She worked all day.
Bertha Ingram's mind was sharp(敏锐地). 7 a housekeeper for other people, she had to memorize telephone messages.She became a good cook too, but she had to 8 everything she did because there was no cookbook she could read, and she couldn't write down what she had done.
In 1978 Bertha Ingram became very ill with a stroke(中风).This illness 9 her to lose the use of one arm and both legs.It also weakened her ability to speak. 10 she began to get better, she had a 11 thought for the first time in her life.Because she couldn't work, she had the time to learn to read.
In her town there was a special program that taught adults to read, but Bertha Ingram was quite 12 .Would people laugh at her? Would they 13 to teach her? It didn't happen that way.She had a teacher who worked very hard with her.
After the first day Ingram could 14 wait to get to the library.As she learned to read, Ingram got more and more confidence in herself.She became a reader at religious(宗教的)services, joined neighborhood groups, and 15 at meetings in city hall.Finally she wrote a book telling about her life.At age 63, Bertha Ingram proved that learning never comes too late.
In front of my daughter Sindu, was a bowl filled with cabbage.She hated cabbage.She only sat there in silence with tears 1 her eyes.
“
Sindu, darling, why don't you 2 a little?Your mom will shout at me.”
Sindu wiped(擦)her 3 with the back of her hand.
“
OK, Dad.I'll eat, just a little.”Then Sindu said,“Dad, if I eat it all, will you give me 4 I want?”
“
Yes, within reason.”
5 she began to eat.It took her almost half an hour to finish the 6 Then she came up to me and said,“Dad, I want to have my head shaved(刮、剃)!”
“
Sindu, why don't you 7 something else?If we see you with a clean-shaven head, we will be 8 ,”I said.
“
But, Dad, you promised!Now, you are going back on your words.”
I had to 9 my promise.Sindu had all her hair cut off.She looked beautiful.
On Monday morning, I took her to school.10 when we arrived, a boy got out of a car, and shouted,“Sindu, please wait for me!”
Guess what?The boy had 11 hair either.
“
Sir, your daughter is 12 !”a man got out of the car and said.“That boy is my son, Harish.He has cancer.He lost his hair 13 he got ill.Sindu cut hers off so Harish felt less 14 She's a special girl.”
I stood for a while,“My little girl, you 15 me how selfless(无私的)real love is!”
A farmer's daughter was once 1 her bottle of milk from the field to the farmhouse 2 she began to think and plan.“I will 3 this milk,”she said to herself,“and 4 the money I can surely buy three hundred eggs.I will put these eggs under hens, and surely two hundred and fifty of them will hatch.I will feed these chickens, and make them fat, and I 5 them to the market when chickens are 6 .I will sell them at the market, and with the money I'll 7 a new dress.In this dress, I will go to the fair.I shall look so fine that all the young men will 8 me to marry them.But I will toss my head, and refuse them all.”As she said this, she really tossed her head.Down fell the bottle, and the milk spilled all 9 the ground.That was the 10 of all her fine plans.
The moral of this story is; don't come your chickens before they are hatched.