Thursday, December 30, 2010
Three stories about Thanksgiving
GratitudeA little girl born with aphasia, her father died when very young. She and her mother had each other. Mom went to work early every day, come back late. Every sunset, the little girl began to stand in the door, looking forward, looking at the road in front, so her mother home. Mama came back her happiest moment of the day, because my mother every day to her home with a piece of cake. Poverty in their home, a delicious little cakes are supreme, ah.One day, under a lot of rain, has been a time for supper, my mother still did not come back. The little girl stood in the door of hope ah hope ah, the total can not wait for her mother's presence. Days, more and more black, rain, harder and harder, the little girl decided to come back down the road every day his mother went to her mother. She walked and walked, Zoulehenyuan, and finally in the street saw her mother lying on the ground. Her mother's body shaking hard, my mother did not answer her. She thought her mother was too tired and fell asleep. Put the mother's head in her lap, wanted her mother to sleep comfortably. But when she discovered that mother the eyes are not closed! The little girl suddenly understood: my mother may have been dead! She felt fear, pull off the hand of mother * rattled, but found her mother's hand tightly pulling a piece of cake also ... ... she cried desperately, but unable to pronounce a sound ... ...Rain has been coming, the little girl cry I do not know how long. She knew that she would never wake up, and now only her own. Why do not my mother's eyes shut it? She is worried because her? She suddenly realized her what to do. So dry your tears, decided to use their own language to tell her mother she will be alive and well, her mother safely away ... ...Little girl doing sign language in the rain over and over again the song "Thankful", and rain mixed with tears from her little face was filled with strong over the ... ... "grateful heart, thank you, with my life, I have the courage to do my own ... ... grateful heart, thank fate of the flowers as I will cherish ... ... "She stood in the rain does not stop on the way to doing, until my mother's eyes finally closed on ... ...Thanksgiving returnIn a famine in the city, a family well off, and good-hearted baker's dozens of the city's poorest children gathered to one, and then come up with a basket filled with bread, they said: "The basket of bread you one each. before God to bring good times, you can come get a loaf of bread every day. "Moment, as if these hungry children rush welling up as they push to squeeze around the basket, shouting with, everybody wants to get the most bread. When they each got the bread, there is not even one person to the kind of baker say thank you, and leaves.But there is a little girl named Eva is an exception, with everyone she neither noisy, nor with others fighting for. She stood just a step away humility, and so the other kids were getting after, and only then left in a basket of bread to take up the least. She did not rush to leave, she thanked the baker, and kissed the hand of the baker went to the house after.The next day, the baker, the bread basket Sheng again placed in front of the children, other children are still the same as yesterday Fengqiang with, shyness, poor Eva is only the first day to get a smaller than half the bread. When she came home, my mother cut the bread, and many new, shiny silver coins fell out.Cried my mother surprised: "immediately send the money back, when the dough must be kneaded into the careless. Up to, Eva, quickly go!" When Eva told my mother, then when the baker, the baker face Lucy love to say: "No, my child, it is not wrong. I put a small coin into the bread, I want to reward you. May you always be a peace now, thankful heart. go home tell your mother that the money is yours. "She excitedly ran home and told his mother this exciting news, this is her gratitude get in return.Surgery = a glass of milkA boy living in poverty to accumulate fees by selling goods door to door.Evening, he felt extremely tired, hungry to suffer, and he is not selling very well, and even some of his despair. Then he knocked on the door, hoping the owner would give him a glass of water. The door was a beautiful young woman, she gave him a cup of thick hot milk, so the boy grateful.Many years later, the boy became a famous surgeon. A sick woman, as a serious condition, local doctors are helpless, he was transferred to The famous surgeon of the hospital. Surgeon after surgery for women, the woman was surprised to find that many years ago, in his cold and hunger, the passion to give him to help the young woman, then it is that a cup of hot milk to go all the confidence he .Consequently, when the woman is the time to worry about expensive surgery, but surgery on her on seeing the words: surgery = a glass of milk.This year, people rarely moved, and of what are no longer moved. Even if they will be moved and only just moved in they will move the object.In fact, the world is that some things in common.Read that story would not budge Ikunori who, with no reflection of the people, their emotional world a little temporary lack of some very important things, or lost forever some of the most precious thing!Thanksgiving is a knot grass title ring, is the drop received the smallest favor.Thanksgiving is a virtue, is a realm.Thanksgiving is worth your whole life to wait a valuable opportunity.Thanksgiving is worth your whole life to complete the feat of a century.Thanksgiving is worth your whole life to cherish a love of education.Thanksgiving, not for the psychological balance of the noisy obtained a moment to thank, but the silence from the heart of the eternal return.Gratitude, to live with the sun, let the world is full of warmth
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