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到了我家，一下车，那三个孩子进了大门就直奔圣诞树下的礼物。其中一个小女孩看到了吉尔的洋娃娃，立刻把它抱在怀里。我记得那小男孩把莎伦的小球抓去了，而另外一个女孩则把我的一件礼物挑走了。这是很久以前的事了，至今我仍记忆犹新，因为那个圣诞节，我和我的姐妹们感受到了使别人快乐的愉悦。
妈妈看到他们家老二穿着短袖的裙子，便把吉尔唯一的毛衣送给了她。
爸爸邀请他们一起去爷爷奶奶家吃圣诞大餐。不论怎么劝说，他们还是坚持谢绝了我们的好意。
回到车上，返回温邦的路上爸爸问那个男人是否有买车票的钱。
他说他哥哥把车票寄来了。
爸爸把口袋里仅有的两美元掏了出来，那是我们熬到下次发工资前的所有钱，他却把它塞给了那个男人。男人想把钱推回来，但爸爸坚持要他收下。“等你们到伯明翰时已经很晚了，路上孩子们会饿的。收下吧，我以前也曾一贫如洗，我理解，让家人挨饿的滋味很难受。”
把他们送到温邦的车站后，我们便离开了。我透过车窗望了他们好久，看着那个小女孩抱着她的新洋娃娃。
■ 心灵小语
通往快乐的道路有很多条，我们偶尔也要改变一下方向，选择另一条通往快乐的路。文中并不富裕的一家人，慷慨地把自己的生活费送给了更需要它的人。然而，他们并没有因此而感到失落，而是为了能够帮到别人而感到更加幸福。
Christmas Morning
Anonymous
A light drizzle was falling as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church； eager to get home and play with the presents that Santa had left for us and our baby sister Sharon。 Across the street from the church was a Pan American gas station where the Greyhound bus stopped。 It was closed for Christmas； but I noticed a family standing outside the locked door； huddled under the narrow overhang in an attempt to keep dry。 I wondered briefly why they were there but then forgot about them as I raced to keep up with Jill。。 最好的txt下载网
另一种快乐（2）
Once we got home； there was barely time to enjoy our presents。 We had to go off to our grandparents’ house for our annual Christmas dinner。 As we drove down the highway through town； I noticed that the family was still there； standing outside the closed gas station。
My father was driving very slowly down the highway。 The closer we got to the turnoff for my grandparents’ house； the slower the car went。 Suddenly； my father U…turned in the middle of the road and said； “I can’t stand it！”
“What？” asked my mother。
“It’s those people back there at the Pan Am； standing in the rain。 They’ve got children。 It’s Christmas。 I can’t stand it。”
When my father pulled into the service station； I saw that there were five of them： the parents and three children—two girls and a small boy。
My father rolled down his window。 “Merry Christmas；” he said。
“Howdy；” the man replied。 He was very tall and had to stoop slightly to peer into the car。
Jill； Sharon； and I stared at the children； and they stared back at us。
“You waiting on the bus？” my father asked。
The man said that they were。 They were going to Birmingham； where he had a brother and prospects of a job。
“Well； that bus isn’t going to e along for several hours； and you’re getting wet standing here。 Winborn’s just a couple miles up the road。 They’ve got a shed with a cover there； and some benches；” my father said。 “Why don’t you all get in the car and I’ll run you up there。”
The man thought about it for a moment； and then he beckoned to his family。 They climbed into the car。 They had no luggage； only the clothes they were wearing。
Once they settled in； my father looked back over his shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet。 Three glum faces mutely gave him their answers。
“Well； I didn’t think so；” my father said； winking at my mother； “because when I saw Santa this morning； he told me that he was having trouble finding you all； and he asked me if he could leave your toys at my house。 We’ll just go get them before I take you to the bus stop。”
All at once； the three children’s faces lit up； and they began to bounce around in the back seat； laughing and chattering。
When we got out of the car at our house； the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that were spread out under our Christmas tree。 One of the girls spied Jill’s doll and immediately hugged it to her breast。 I remember that the little boy grabbed Sharon’s ball。 And the other girl picked up something of mine。 All this happened a long time ago； but the memory of it remains clear。 That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy of making others happy。
My mother noticed that the middle child was wearing a short…sleeved dress； so she gave the girl Jill’s only sweater to wear。
My father invited them to join us at our grandparents’ for Christmas dinner； but the parents refused。 Even when we all tried to talk them into ing； they were firm in their decision。
Back in the car； on the way to Winborn； my father asked the man if he had money for bus fare。
His brother had sent tickets； the man said。
My father reached into his pocket and pulled out two dollars； which was all he had left until his next payday。 He pressed the money into the man’s hand。 The man tried to give it back； but my father insisted。 “It’ll be late when you get to Birmingham； and these children will be hungry before then。 Take it。 I’ve been broke before； and I know what it’s like when you can’t feed your family。”
We left them there at the bus stop in Winborn。 As we drove away； I watched out the window as long as I could； looking back at the little girl hugging her new doll。
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吉莱斯皮先生的天使
安杰拉？斯特吉尔
我上七年级的时候，在镇上的一家当地医院做义工。夏天，我自愿每周工作30到40个小时。通常，我都跟吉莱斯皮先生在一起。从来都没人探望过他，也没人关心过他的情况。大多时候，我总是握着他的手，跟他说话，帮他做一切需要做的事。他成了我一个亲近的朋友，即使他的反应也仅仅是偶尔捏一下我的手。他一直处于昏迷状态。
我和父母去度假，离开了一个星期，我回来时，吉莱斯皮先生不见了。我没有勇气去问护士他的去向，我害怕他们也许会告诉我，他已经去世了，所以许多问题都没问。我继续利用八年级的时间自愿待在这里。
多年以后，我上高三时，在一个加油站注意到了一张似曾相识的面容。当我认出他时，眼中充满了泪水。他还活着！我鼓起勇气问他是不是叫吉莱斯皮先生，是否昏迷过五年。他的脸上流露出不确定的表情，回答了是。我解释我是怎么认识他，在医院里我花很多时间跟他说话。他的眼中顿时充盈着泪水，他给了我一个我所得到的最温暖的拥抱。他开始告诉我，他昏迷时，能听到我说的话，能感觉到我一直握着他的手。他觉得陪在他身边的人完全是一个天使，而非人类。吉莱斯皮先生坚信是我的声音和抚爱使他活了下来。
之后，他告诉我他身上发生的事，以及他昏迷的原因。我们都哭了，相互拥抱着说了再见，又踏上了各自的路。
虽然自此以后，我再没见过他，但他使我的心每天都充满快乐。我知道，在他徘徊在生死边缘时，我起了特殊的作用。更重要的是，他使我的生命有了巨大改变。我永远无法忘记他，以及他为我所做的事：他使我成了一个天使。
An Angle to Mr。 Gillespie
Angela Sturgill
When I was in seventh grade； I was a candy striper at a local hospital in my town。 I volunteered1 about thirty to forty hours a week during the summer。 Most of the time I spent there was with Mr。 Gillespie。 He never had any visitors； and nobody seemed to care about his condition。 I spent many days there holding his hand and talking to him； helping with anything that needed to be done。 He became a close friend of mine； even though he responded with only an occasional squeeze2 of my hand。 Mr。 Gillespie was in a a3。
I left for a week to vacation with my parents； and when I came back； Mr。 Gillespie was gone。 I didn’t have the nerve to ask any of the nurses where he was； for fear they might tell me he had died。 So with many questions unanswered； I continued to volunteer there through my eighth…grade year。
Several years later； When I was a junior in high school； I was at the gas station when I noticed a familiar face。 When I realized who it was； my eyes filled with tears。 He was alive！ I got up the nerve to ask him if his name was Mr。 Gillespie； and if he had been in a a about five years ago。 With an uncertain look on his face； he replied yes。 I explained how I knew him； and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital。 His eyes welled up with tears； and he gave me the warmest hug I had ever received。
He began to tell me how； as he lay there atose4； he could hear me talking to him and could feel me holding his hand the whole time。 He thought it was an angel； not a person； who was there with him。 Mr。 Gillespie firmly believed that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive。
Then he told me about his life and what happened to him to put him in the a。 We both cried for a while and exchanged a hug； said our good…byes and went our separate ways。
Although I haven’t seen him since； he fills my heart with joy every day。 I know that I made a difference between his life and his death。 More importantly； he has made a tremendous5 difference in my life。 I will never forget him and what he did for me： he made me an angel。
难忘的恶作剧
佚名
一天，我们大学里一个年轻的学生和一位教授一起散步。这位仁慈的教授常称呼学生为朋友，他对那些急切希望得到指教的学生非常友善。
散步途中，他们看到一双旧鞋放在路边，便猜测鞋子可能是某个在附近田地里劳作的穷人的，他们想他一天的劳动也该结束了。
学生转过头对教授说：“我们捉弄他一下吧。先把他