The sound of glass breaking is instantly recognizable. I’d been telling my best friend Missi a silly story and had spun around in the living room when I heard that sound and froze.

When I looked down at the carpet, it was covered with pieces of sparkling red, pink and clear glass. Missi said. "Oh, no, not the vase.''

"Why? What did I do?" My face reddened.

"Abby, that glass vase was one of the few items my relatives brought when they came to America, Missi replied nervously. "If you’d broken anything else in the apartment, I would've gladly said I did it. But you're going to have to tell my mom that it was your fault, and she's going to be really mad. ”

I was terrified. I’d destroyed a priceless family heirloom （傳家寶）.Why did I have to spin around like that?

Wegathereduptheshatteredpieces. I kept saying that maybe it could be fixed, but Missi said gently it didn't look possible. I insisted we keep the pieces. The glass was so fragile, like a colorful, swirly light bulb had exploded. Some of it broke even more as we tried to sweep it up carefully.

Missi said her mom would be home by six. My stomach was in knots. Would her mom yell at me or punish me? Would she tell me I couldn't stay in their apartment for the weekend? I couldn't stop playing the” fifteen seconds over in my mind, me spinning fast and the sound of glass crashing. The only thing I could think of  to say was “I'm sorry. ”

A couple of minutes after six we heard a key turn in the door. Her mom was home. Right from the start, we could see she was in a good mood. Hello! It’s hot today. I want to treat you girls to that frozen yogurt I know you like, Let’s go! ” her mom said. She pointed at the open door.

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   “Before that, I need to tell you something” I said.

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Hearing my apology, Missi's mother erupted into a loud scream of joy.

On a snowy day Steve sat down on the usual seat in the Union Square. Every Thanksgiving for nine years he had sat down there at one in the afternoon. Every time, a wonderful thing happened to him, which made his heart feel full of joy.

On those other Thanksgiving Days, Steve usually had been hungry. But today Steve was not hungry. He had come from a dinner so big that he had almost no power to move. His body had suddenly become too big for his clothes; it seemed ready to break out of them. They were torn. You could see his skin through a hole in the front of his shirt. But the cold wind, with snow in it, felt pleasantly cool to him.

The dinner had not been expected.  He had been passing a large house near the beginning of that great broad street called Fifth Avenue, where lived two ladies of an old family who had a deep love of tradition that on Thanksgiving Day food will be offered to the first hungry person to walk by. Today Steve happened to be the one to pass by on his way to the park.

Steve sat in the park, appearing to be waiting for somebody, but appearing not to expect something to happen. Suddenly his eyes grew wider and his breath stopped. For the old gentleman was coming across Fourth Avenue toward Steve's seat.

Every Thanksgiving Day for nine years the old gentleman had come there to find Steve on his seat. Then he had led Steve to a restaurant and watched him eat a big dinner, which had been a part of Thanksgiving Day. The old gentleman was thin and tall and sixty. His hair was whiter and thinner than it had been last year. His legs shook, seeming not as strong as they were the year before.

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As this kind old gentleman came toward him, Steve began to shake and his breath was shorter.

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With these words, the old man looked into Steve's eyes, expecting Steve to accept the dinner.

I’m from the fishing town of Kinsale, in Ireland. Life is pretty good there, but Dubai caught my attention when I was 18. I moved there myself 10 years ago as a 30-year-old film-maker. It’s been a wild ride, full of chaos and wonder.

My wife, Christine, lives here with me; when her sister Angela came to visit in April this year, the three of us set off in my pickup truck. It was a cloudless day, touching 40 ℃. The heat and humidity were violent, so we had to sightsee from the car.

We took the scenic route between Dubai and Ras al-Khaimah, a charming city in the north. A year earlier, while off-roading with a friend, I got stuck at a water crossing there, at the only inlet on the coast, where the sea flows into a swampy lagoon (咸水湖). I had to be rescued, and learned how quickly the tide (潮水) could come in.

Christine spotted what looked like the Loch Ness monster stuck in the sand. We decided to investigate and drove up to where the sand met the lagoon. It was a camel, not moving.

Since relocating here, I have always kept a shovel, rope, torches and knives in my car—getting stuck in the desert can be debilitating (耗費體力).

I got out my shovel and approached the camel. It was a female; we nicknamed her Stucky. It looked as if she had been trapped for hours—she was in quite deep. I’ve been around camels a lot in Dubai; they are massive. They can be friendly, but they can also be fierce. I approached Stucky slowly and started to gently dig away the sand around her. I kept patting her. I knew if she swung her head around quickly, she could injure herself, or me.

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Christine filmed my rescue attempt and posted photos on social media.

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Luckily, at that point, a pickup arrived carrying 7 guys with all sorts of apparatus(裝備).

I had a dream from primary school: to work in television. My parents owned a little grocery store, so we were definitely not fancy people. Thankfully, my dad had raised me to have a lot of confidence. He often said, "You can do anything you want to do." My dad was particularly supportive. He was my steady rock — always there for me.

With his help and encouragement, I was admitted to the radio and television arts program at Ryerson in Toronto. I really loved the program and worked hard and I was named the most outstanding graduate. I felt like I was already living my dream. I began to think that maybe I could apply for an internship(實習資格) in CBC or CTV.

Luckily, Global Television had just started broadcasting in Canada that year. I thought to myself: I'm new and they're new, so if I'm going to get to know one person at Global, it might as well be the president. I was scared, but I knew deep down inside that this was what I wanted. When I called my dad and told him my plan, he said, “Good, Faye. That's exactly what you should do.” 

With my heart just about pounding out of my body, I called up the president of Global Television. Suddenly Mr. Slaight was on the phone. “I've heard that your studio facilities are amazing. I could come at eleven o'clock on Monday or eleven o'clock on Sunday for a tour. What would suit you better?" I caught him totally off guard. He stuttered a bit, and then picked a day. When I hung up, I was scared but excited.

I arrived at the studio on the appointed day. When Mr. Slaight took me around, he looked at me and said, “What do you want?" He sounded furious but curious. "All I want is a chance to audition(試鏡) I just want you to know my face, That's all I'm asking"

I didn't know whether I'd ever hear from him again, bur two weeks later, his secretary called. "Mr. Slaight wants to know if you'd like to come and audition for a new school life show." I immediately answered, “Sure!”

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When I arrived at the station, I went direct into the audition and began my short performance.

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Finally came the day of my first public appearance on live TV with my parents at home watching.

"Go back, Mom! Go back!" shouted my six-year-old daughter, June. I quickly turned around to cast my doubtful eyes on the back seat, worried I had forgotten her younger sister. I was relieved to see the girls safe and sit in their car seats, but June's expression was one of pure anxiety. "Mom, we have to go back," she insisted. “Someone needs our help!”

As I looked back from the driver's seat, I spotted a young man in rags playing his guitar. His skinny, poor-looking dog rested next to his feet near an old, worn cardboard sign that read,“Homeless, please help.”

We'd come across homeless people before and had talked about their needs and struggles. I should seize the chance to set a good example for my daughters to give a helping hand. So I searched for some cash, only to find I had nothing but credit cards." I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I don't have any cash," I said. “I have some, Mom!" June replied. She opened her little pink purse and pulled out a five-dollar bill. “Oh, good. I'll pay you back when we get home,” I responded with a sigh of relief. “No, Mom,” she insisted, “I want to help him. I don't want you to pay me back. I want to give him my money.”

 As we drove down the crowded rows of the parking lot, I reassured her that we would get to him. When we got there, I called out, “Excuse me, sir!" He cautiously walked toward our car and answered, “Yes, ma'am?”  “Here you go, sir.” June stretched out her entire body to hand him her five dollar bill through the window and explained, “I want you to have this." He smiled and hesitatingly asked, “This was your money?” “Yes! I want you to have it,” she proudly answered. “Thank you,” he said, touched by her thoughtfulness.

We exchanged a smile, and as we drove away, my younger daughter Scarlett began to cry. I hadn't noticed that she had emptied her purse and was holding two quarters in her tiny hands.

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“Mom, I wanted to help, too," she sobbed.

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Now with tears in his eyes, he said in disbelief,  “You want to help me?”

On the first day of school, I stared in awe at the huge buildings. This high school was definitely bigger than the one I had previously attended.

This was my second year of high school, but my first year of school in St. Louis. I had decided the night before that I would be much happier in a new school if I made friends that were so-called “popular”. Getting in with the right group of people would make my life a whole lot better. I even bought a new outfit and had my hair styled just so the first day would be perfect.

Scared, yet anxious to begin my new life, I walked up the stairs to the front door. The halls were packed with kids yelling and laughing and telling stories of their summer adventures. My first class was geometry, but where was that?

I was standing in the hall looking confused, when a short, blond girl wearing glasses came up and asked, “Are you new? You look lost. Do you need help? My name is Diane. What's yours?” Even though she seemed a bit strange, definitely not the kind of person I wanted to be associated with, I decided to answer her anyway. I was, after all, lost.

After exchanging names. I followed her up the stairs and down a hallway on the right, making polite conversation the whole way. When we reached my room she said, “Well, here you are. Welcome to JFK, and I hope your day goes all right.”

I said thanks and waved good-bye. Once inside the classroom, I saw one big group of people huddled around someone who seemed to be telling some sort of story. I walked over and got close enough to overhear. All eyes were glued to the guy in the middle of the circle who was wearing a letter jacket covered with patches. I decided that this guy was popular, so I managed to get a seat right next to him. I said, “Hi, my name is Lisa and I’m new here.” He said, “Johnny.”

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At the end of the class, I turned to him and asked, “I'm not sure where my next class is, could you help me?”

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Just at that time, someone came up and tapped me on the shoulder.

Edun did not want to go on a hike. She especially did not want to go on a long hike in the mountains that led to a tiny cabin（小木屋）with no electricity and no running water. She wanted to stay home reading a book instead while wrapped in a warm blanket.

“Ready?” Mom asked cheerfully after breakfast. Edun looked out of the window and only saw rain, lots of it. “We should go another day,” Edun suggested. “Maybe a hundred years from now.” She worried she would get tired on the hike. She worried about getting bored at the dark cabin. Mom said it was time to stop worrying and get into the car.

Edun’s brother, Will, was waiting in the garage, who wore a camera around his neck. Will was four years older than Edun and had climbed many more mountains. He’d started hiking when he was two and loved it.

Because it was raining, Edun had to wear her rain pants, her rain hat, her rain jacket, and her waterproof boots. Her jacket had a rough material on the inside. She didn’t like how it felt against her skin.

After about half an hour’s drive, they parked at a trailhead（登山口）. The rain had stopped but the ground was still dripping wet. “We’ll be there by afternoon!” Mom promised. The afternoon sounded far away.

Will identified a bird sitting on a nearby branch — “Fox sparrow!” — then he raced down the trail and was soon out of sight.

Edun rested under a pine tree. “You can’t force me to walk,” Edun said. “You’re right,” said her mom smilingly, standing under the tree, too, “But you will never know what may lie ahead and amaze us.”

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Thinking Mom was right, Edun followed her down the trail.                                         

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Twenty minutes later, they saw the cabin. 

After graduating from college, I worked as a salesman for a piano company. We advertised our pianos in small town newspapers and then, when we received many replies, we would load our little trucks, drive into the area and sell the pianos to those who had replied. Every time we advertised, we would receive a reply on a postcard which said,“Please bring me a new piano for my little granddaughter. It must be red mahogany (紅木). I can pay$10 a month with my egg money.” Of course, we could not sell a new piano for $10 a month. No finance company would carry a contract with payments that small, so we ignored her postcards.

One day, however, I happened to be in that area calling on other replies, and out of curiosity I decided to meet the old lady. I found pretty much what I expected: The old lady lived in a one-room cabin in the middle of a cotton field. The cabin had a dirt floor and there were chickens in the house. Obviously, she could not have qualified to purchase anything on credit—no car, no phone, no real job, nothing but a roof over her head. I could see daylight through the roof in several places.

Her little granddaughter was about 10, barefoot and wearing a feed sack (麻布袋) dress. I explained to the old lady that we could not sell a new piano for $10 a month and that she should stop writing to us every time she saw our advertisement. I drove away heartsick, but my advice had no effect—she still sent us the same postcard every six weeks. Always wanting a new piano, red mahogany, she swore she would never miss a $10 payment. It was sad.

Several years later, I owned my own piano company, and when I advertised in that area, the postcards started coming to me. For months, I ignored them—what else could I do?

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But then, one day when I was in that area, I made a big decision.

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Twenty years later, while sitting at a bar, I heard the most beautiful piano music behind me.

It was the first week of Mia's middle school. The bell's ringing brought her out of her daydreaming. She nervously gathered her books, preparing to reach another classroom for the next new class.

Mia followed the other kids and rushed into the hallway. Others walked in groups, chatted, and laughed, using the break to socialize. Mia, instead, walked alone along the wall of the hallway, with her head down. She was a shy girl, afraid to speak in front of other kids, and didn't think others would like her.

Mia finally sat in Mr. Johnson's Language Arts class nervously. "Welcome to Language Arts,” said Mr. Johnson. He told jokes as he talked about English. Mia forgot to daydream and laughed along with the rest of the class. “We'll have some fun with language," he said. "Just wait and see.”

Fun was far beyond what Mia desired. She just wanted to be like other kids—running with friends in the hallway, laughing and joking between classes. Reminded of her pimply (長粉刺的)face, she felt hopeless and disappointed.

“Take out a piece of paper,” the teacher continued, when pointing at words on the blackboard. “Write for the next thirty minutes on this topic.” Mia began writing crazily as idea after idea fought for recognition in her head. The final result was a short story about a beautiful beach house. As she wrote, she could smell the salty air, hear the crashing waves and feel the pull of the sand beneath her feet. For just a moment, she forgot where she was. She was lost in the story.

“OK, pass your papers forward," said the teacher. “Let's see what we have.” For the rest  of the class time, the teacher read each individual work aloud. Mia originally thought it would be awkward. However, she was gradually attracted by the excitement in the teacher's voice. "He's actually enjoying this," she thought. When the class would be soon over, there were still fifteen students' papers not read, including Mia's paper. Then, Mr. Johnson announced his decision, asking these students to read their work themselves in front of the class next class.

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A week later, the bell rang and the Language Arts class began again.

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After Mia finished her reading, the clapping from her classmates continued for a long time.

My teenage son, Jordan, always complained about having to be home earlier than all his friends. He would tell me that he was already seventeen， but still had a curfew（宵禁），He believed he was practically an adult. I pointed out that he was not an adult as he was still in high school.

“You don't trust me!” he yelled. Before I continued, he rolled his eyes, slammed the door and walked away. I sighed. How could I make Jordan see that I only wanted to keep him safe?

I decided to go for a walk, hoping the December air would clear my head. I opened the front door and nearly stepped on her: a small black cat, just like a meatball. “Hi, Meatball," I said, bringing her into my arms. I walked back in, touching her neck gently. Meatball seemed happy enough to come in the house, but after an hour or two, she sat by the door, meowing to go back outside.

“Why won't she just stay in with us all the time?” Nathan, my youngest son asked.

I explained to him that she was happy here but she liked being able to come and go as she pleased.

“That must be nice,” Jordan muttered from the other room, complaining why the cat, not him, could come and go. He even asked me to give Meatball a curfew.

Meatball became a regular.

One night, temperatures were unusually low. Meatball stood at the door, meowing to go outside.

I shook my head at her, afraid that she might freeze to death. She stared at me and meowed again. I patted her head, “I know you're not happy, but it's for your own good.”

“Mom's not being mean to you,” Nathan told the cat. “She's just trying to keep you from turning into a frozen meatball.” We both laughed at his joke.

The next morning, I couldn't find Meatball. I asked the kids if anyone had seen her.

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Jordan nodded,“ I let her out last night.”

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As I drove to the animal hospital, Jordan sat in the back, holding Meatball inside his coat.