I don't remember how many times Mother ever came to my room and tucked me in. I only1she did that night after night.
Every time she2on my bed and pushed my long hair out of the way, then kissed my forehead. Mother's rough3did make me feel uncomfortable. Finally, one4, I shouted out at her, "Don't do that anymore—your hands are too rough, Mommy!" She didn't5anything in reply. But never again did my mother start my sleep with that kind of6love.
With the passing7, I'm not a little girl anymore. I still remember that night,8I shouted at my mother like that. Mom is in her seventies, and she is still doing things for me and my family with her rough hands.
One night while Mom was washing dishes, I came to her. Catching her hand in hand, I told her how9I was for that night. I thought she'd remember, as I did. But Mom didn't10what I was talking about. She forgot what I shouted to her—long ago.
It was a sunny Saturday afternoon. My friend Bobby Lewis was taking his two little boys to play golf. He walked up to the young man at the ticket counter and said, "How much is it to get in?"
The young man answered, "$3.00 for you and $3.00 for any kid who is older than six. We let them in free if they are six or younger. How old are they?"
Bobby said, "Sam's three and Henry's seven, so I think I should pay $6.00."
The man at the ticket counter said, "Hey, you are too honest. You can save yourself three dollars if you tell me that the older one is six. I don't know the difference." Bobby said, "Yes, that may be true, but the kids know the difference."
When ethics are more important than ever before, make sure you set a good example for everyone you work and live with.
On a bright autumn night，my friend David and I were watching meteors (流星) in the yard. We saw a large triangular(三角形的) thing flying across the sky. It was traveling from south to north. It seemed to have orange light. It only took 5 to 8 seconds for the thing to travel across the sky and disappear. The most amazing thing was that it was very quiet when it traveled. We live near the airport and often hear the sound of planes. However, this one was really quiet. We were both surprised and we began to describe it to my father. What we said about the strange thing was the same. Then we went into the house and drew what we saw. We believed that someone must be looking at the sky at that time and see what happened.
