Chapter 1
你是我的一米阳光
You Are My One Meter Sunshine
食袜蚁 Ant Bites 2
埃玛丽·里尼克Emmarie Lehnick
礼物 The Gift 10
哈蒂·梅·拉特里夫Hattie Mae Ratliff
默契的父亲 Tacit Understanding Father 19
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雪 Snow 24
朱莉安娜·C.纳什Juliana C. Nash
我最好的朋友阿诺德 My Best Friend Arnold 31
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情暖今生 Warm in the Life 37
茹涅·吉尔Junie Girl
You Are My One Meter Sunshine
难忘的时刻 My Unforgettable Moment 44
兰斯·阿姆斯特朗Lance Armstrong
一双新鞋 A Pair of New Shoes 51
佚名Anonymous
理解的赠品 The Gift of Understanding 63
保尔·威利亚德Paul Villiard
友谊的故事 A Story About Friendship 74
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杰克逊的复活节 Easter in Jackson 81
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Chapter 2
假如你不曾来过
If You''ve Never Come
爱战胜一切 Love Conquers All 88
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我和我的“喵斯” Me and My Mewse 94
辛迪·钱伯斯Cindy Chambers
一见如故 The Ice Breaker 101
黛安娜·威廉森Diane Williamson
只是一个普通人 Only a Man... 106
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果冻心 Jelly Hearts 114
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送给玛丽的鲜花 Flowers from Our Garden 121
杰里·比德尔曼 洛林·比德尔曼Jerry and Lorin Biederman
好朋友的定义 Idea of a Good Friend 130
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电话里的朋友 A Friend on the Line 135
金尼斯·迈克尔·比奇Jennings Michael Birch
人间天使 One Determined Angel 145
多萝西·罗丝Dorothy Rose
对待感激的新态度 A New Attitude to Gratitude 151
费斯·安德鲁·贝德福特Faith Andrews Bedford
献给佑兰的玫瑰 Roses for Yolande 162
加布里艾尔·罗伊Gabrielle Roy
友好的报答 A Kindness Returned 174
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Chapter 3
生命因你绚烂如花
Life Blooms Because of You
溢满鲜花的巴士 Flowers on the Bus 182
让·亨德里克森Jean Hendrickson
最佳女演员 Best Actress 188
林恩·阿尔科克Lynn Alcock
金色的眼睛 In Her Golden Eyes 195
戴安娜·尼科尔斯Diane Nichols
你可以做任何事 You Can Do Anything 204
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两者之间的秘密 A Secret for Two 209
昆汀·雷诺兹Quentin Reynolds
真正的慷慨 True Generosity 219
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大脚丫，大胸怀 Big Feet and Big Heart 225
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明智之举 The Right Moves 229
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七美元的梦想 A Seven-Dollar Dream 235
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爷爷的藏宝图 A Giant Mystery 246
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鹦鹉多莉 Dolly 253
勒妮·森迪Renée Sunday
重新振作起来 Second Wind 259
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谢谢 All It Took Was Two Words 264
韦达·博伊德·琼斯Veda Boyd Jones
生命的转变 Changed Lives 269
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食袜蚁
Ant Bites
埃玛丽?里尼克 Emmarie Lehnick
“Ow!Ow!” I shouted as I broke my jump rope rhythm and tangled my
feet in the slack rope. “Something in my shoe is biting me.” I
wailed.
The f?irst graders waiting to jump and the two rope turners
circled around me on the dirt playground. My teacher, Miss Bell,
heard me and hurried over, leaving the other recess teacher in
mid-conversation.
“It’s still stinging me.” I cried as the circle of children
opened for Miss Bell.
“Which foot is it?” she asked.
I stuck up my right foot as she stooped over to inspect it. Just
then, feeling a new sting, I yelped in pain.
“Here. Let’s take off your shoe.” instructed Miss Bell, squatting
down to get the shoe.
Then, I remembered the holes in my socks. Welfare socks didn’t
last long. Holes in socks were a common thing for our family in the
years following the Great Depression. Shoes got fresh paper
inserted every Saturday to cover the holes in their soles. But
socks with holes were just accepted. Socks with holes in the heels
got pulled down so the hole wouldn’t show. Where there was a hole,
there would soon be a blister. Every week as she washed our
clothes, Mama would say, “Even if we’re poor and our clothes are
worn out. We can still be clean.”
I began to cry from the pain in my foot, but I refused to let
Miss Bell take off my shoe. I could not bear for her and the others
to see the hole in my faded red sock.
“Come on, then. Let’s go inside to the off?ice.”
A trail of f?irst graders followed after us until Miss Bell told
them to stay on the playground. I did my best to curb my tears.
Yet, each time the thing in my shoe stung me, I would let out a
loud, “Oh, oh, oh!” Tears raced down my contorted face.
Mr. Stewart, the principal, rushed into his off?ice.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Something is stinging her right foot, but she will not let me
take off her shoe.” said Miss Bell.
Mr. Stewart lifted me onto his desk. “Let me take a look.” He
just about had the shoe off when I saw the hole. I grabbed the shoe
and pulled it on and held it. The stinging worsened the tighter I
clasped the shoe.
“Why won’t you let us take off your shoe?” Mr. Stewart asked as
he looked from me to Miss Bell and back at me in puzzlement.
Miss Womble, the f?ifth—grade teacher, came into the off?ice.
“Can I help? I know her she lives next door to me. ”
“I suspect ants are in her shoes and stinging the living
daylights out of her, but she won’t let us take off her shoes.”
related Miss Bell.
Miss Womble was a great neighbor. She had even played Annie—over
with us on occasion. She put both hands on my shaking shoulders and
looked into my distressed, red eyes.
“Oh, yes,” she said, as if remembering a fact. “I had a bite from
one of those ants. Did you know they are sock eaters? By the time I
got my shoe off, that ant had eaten almost the entire bottom off my
sock.” She nodded her head up and down as she looked at the other
two adults. “Must be sock-eater ants.”
They returned the nod, as if they, too, had been bitten by
sock-eating ants.
“Let me see here.” She freed my heel from the shoe. “Just what I
thought. Those sock ants have eaten part of her sock.”
Miss Bell opened the medicine cabinet, got a cotton ball, and
saturated it with alcohol. Miss Womble slipped off my shoe and sock
and shook both of them over the gray trash bucket. Two red ants
fell into the waiting container. A stray one ran for the wall, but
Mr. Stewart’s shoe stopped him.
My swollen foot throbbed. My stomach hurt. My head ached.
Stroking the alcohol ball across the angry bites, Miss Womble
lifted her head and smiled at me. “I think she’s going to be okay
now,” she said, as she glanced toward the two adults.
The bell rang, ending the recess period. “It’s class time.” Mr.
Stewart remarked, as he and Miss Belt hurried to their
duties.
The alcohol felt cool on the savage welts.
“You were a pretty brave girl to take that many bites. I think
you should leave this shoe and sock off for a while.” She helped me
off the desk. “Wait for me after school, and we’ll walk home
together.”
Pride can be a wonderful, terrible thing. I knew that Miss Womble
had saved my pride with her sock-eating ant story. She had seen
that I would rather be stung to death than to let others see my
poverty. This kind, insightful teacher had taught me a lesson of
compassion that I have tried to apply in my thirty-seven years of
teaching.
“哎哟！哎哟！”我大声地尖叫着，打乱了跳绳的节奏，脚也被松下来的绳子缠住了。
“鞋里有东西在不停地咬我。”我哭叫着说。
等待跳绳的一年级学生和两个摇绳的人马上将我围在了脏兮兮的操场上。我的老师——贝尔小姐听到我的叫声后，与几个正在休息的老师停止了谈话，匆忙地跑了过来。
“它还在咬我。”我叫道。围观的人让开了一条道，以便能让贝尔小姐进来。
“哪只脚？”她问道。
她俯下身来准备给我检查一下，我抬起了右脚。正在这个时候，我又感到一次新的叮咬，痛得我又一次叫了起来。
“好了，让我们把你的鞋子脱下来。” 贝尔小姐说着便蹲下身子来脱我的鞋子。
这让我想起了袜子上的破洞。福利袜子穿不了多长时间。大萧条过后的几年里，带有破洞的袜子对我们家而言再普通不过了。每周六，我们都会把干净的纸塞到鞋子里，以此来盖住鞋底的破洞，然而袜子有破洞只好将就着。将袜子往下拉一拉，把破洞口盖住，就不会有人发现了。但是，一旦袜子上有了破洞，脚很快就会起泡。妈妈在每个星期洗衣服时都会说：“虽然我们很穷，衣服破旧不堪，但是我们依然能够穿得干净整洁。”
脚部疼痛难忍，我哭了起来，然而我还是不让贝尔小姐脱掉我的鞋子。我实在不想让她和其他人看到我褪了色的红袜子上的破洞。
“那么，走吧，我们到办公室去。”
一群一年级的孩子跟在我们身后，可贝尔小姐让他们留在操场上。
我竭尽全力不让泪水流出来，然而鞋里的东西每次叮我的时候，我都会疼得嗷嗷叫。眼泪在我痛得扭曲的脸上无声无息地落下。
校长斯图亚特先生也冲进了办公室。
“发生了什么事情？”他问道。
“有东西正在咬她的右脚，可她又不肯让我把她的鞋子脱下来看一看。”贝尔老师答道。
斯图亚特校长一把把我抱到他的桌子上。“让我看看。”正当他要把我的鞋子脱掉时，我看到了那个破洞。我一把抢过鞋子，迅速穿好，抱住它再也不撒手了。我抱得越紧，那个东西就咬得越厉害。
“为什么你不肯让我们给你脱鞋呢？”校长满脸疑惑地看看我，又把目光转到贝尔小姐身上，最后又看了看我。
正在这时，五年级的老师瓦门菠小姐进来了。“我能帮上什么忙吗？我认识她，她就住在我家的隔壁。”
“我觉得有蚂蚁在她的鞋子里狠咬她，可她就是不肯让我们把她的鞋子脱掉。”贝尔小姐说。
瓦门菠小姐是一个非常棒的邻居。她有时甚至还和我们一块玩游戏。她双手放在我发抖的肩上，满怀关切地望着我紧张而发红的眼睛。
“噢，是的。”她仿佛记起了什么似的，“我就曾经被那些蚂蚁咬过。你知不知道它们就是‘食袜蚁’呀？在我脱下袜子时，它们已经把袜子的底部几乎全咬光了。”她看着旁边两个大人，不住地点头。“一定是‘食袜蚁’。”她说。
两个大人也点着头，就像他们也曾被“食袜蚁”咬过似的。
“让我来看一看。”说着，她松开了我的鞋。“果然不出我所料，蚂蚁已经把她的一部分袜子吃掉了。”
贝尔小姐打开药品柜，从里面取出一个棉球，蘸了些酒精。瓦门菠小姐把我的鞋和袜子脱掉，放到垃圾桶上抖了起来。两只红色的蚂蚁掉进了垃圾桶，还有一只则掉在了地上，向墙边跑去，斯图亚特校长一脚踩住了它。
我的脚已经变肿了，不停地颤抖。这时，胃和头也疼了起来。
瓦门菠小姐一边用棉球擦拭着被蚂蚁咬得红肿的伤口，一边微笑地看着我，“我想，她现在已经没事了。”她边说边看了看身旁的两个大人。
此时，铃声响了，休息时间也宣告结束。“上课时间到了。”话音刚落，校长和贝尔小姐便朝各自的工作岗位奔去。
伤口处的酒精凉飕飕的。
“让蚂蚁咬了那么长时间，你可真是个勇敢的姑娘。我觉得你还是过一会儿再穿袜子和鞋吧。”老师把我从桌子上扶下来。“放学后，等我一起回家吧。”
自尊就是如此美好而可怕的一件事。我知道瓦门菠小姐为了挽救我的自尊，才编造了那个“食袜蚁”的故事。她明白，我宁可被蚂蚁咬死，也不愿别人知道我的贫困。这位心地善良、有着深刻见解的老师让我懂得要有一颗同情之心。我也尝试着将这颗同情之心带到自己三十七年的教学生涯中，并将它很好地传递了下去。
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