One evening at a busy Broadway crossroad, I noticed a sister struggling to keep her little kid under control while she talked on the pay phone. She wanted him to stay still next to her, but he wanted to run and play at the curb(路边), close to rushing buses and taxis. One could sense the woman’s frustration(挫败), that she was pulled in too many directions: She was angry at the person on the telephone and shouting at the younger that she would “snap(打断) his leg” if he moved again. As I waited for the traffic light to change, the child began to complain and struggle to free himself from the woman’s grip. She dropped the phone, seized the neck of his tiny T-shirt and gave him a back-hand blow across the face that I know made his little head spin.
The light changed, and passersby continued on their way. But I stood there, fixed to the pavement. I knew this extremely upset woman would follow through on her threat of violence to the child. Before, I had wanted to approach her and offer to watch the youngster while she dealt with the distressing situation on the phone. Now I wanted to comfort the little boy. I also wanted to speak to the sister to calm her and to caution her, as I wish someone had cautioned me when I was passing my pain on to my daughter and causing her emotional suffering. But I was chicken(胆小鬼). I thought, she may think I’m out of line, or I may be her next target.
Often I’ve thought about that child and the many others abused(虐待,辱骂) by adults. I wonder how they will internalize (使……藏在心底) their pain, if it will crush their spirits. Will this little boy grow up to be an abusive man? Will he be gloomy and withdrawn? Will he find it hard to communicate with women, with other men? Or will he survive and be sensitive, caring and determined not to continue the cycle?
There is too much cruelty in the world, too much cruelty between people. I tremble at the increasing verbal bitterness and violence among Black girls, and among young mothers trying to discipline their children. This behavior isn’t class- or age- related: I hear sharp words from Black women from all walks of life who are overworked and stressed out and have grown impatient. At times I, too, become short with others, or, like the sister on the phone, strike out at(抨击) those closest to me.
Often we’re tired because we’ve made the wrong choices. Young girls who still need mothering are loaded with children. We, sisters easily get hurt and annoyed when we don’t compromise(妥协)with our own sense of self. Our personal fulfillment requires knowing what is best for us, setting oar boundaries and keeping them undamaged. We will always be asked to do more than we are comfortable doing. When we know our boundaries, we can decline comfortably. People — and we ourselves — will act in ways we don’t like. But they, like us,are still worthy of love.
Whatever irritates (激怒) us about a person should be examined. Is the person reflecting behavior in us that needs to be changed? Often, when I find people irritating, I find they mirror something about me that I need to correct.
What we people of African root must do to thrive begins with love, sensitivity and our ability to work together. We Black women have these spiritual resources in abundance(充裕). Now we must draw on them to create a peaceful place — for ourselves, our children, our men.
【小题1】The scene the author described in the passage probably happened .A.in a phone booth | B.on the street | C.near a taxi stand | D.at a bus stop |
A.confused and quick-minded | B.cruel and talkative |
C.disappointed and hot-tempered | D.considerate and sensitive |
A.“Walk away. It’s none of your business.” | B.“You can watch and comfort my kid.” |
C.“You’re not standing in the queue.” | D.“You are walking in the wrong direction.” |
a. We sisters refuse to marry young. b. We aren’t satisfied with ourselves.
c. We have our boundaries damaged. d. We decline others’ requests for help.
A.a, b | B.c, d | C.a, d | D.b, c |
A.return to tenderness and tolerance | B.avoid the hard words and sharp tones |
C.reflect on our behavior that needs correcting | D.examine if anything is wrong with him |
A.critical | B.optimistic | C.pessimistic | D.objective |
When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and “too serious” about our studies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviors. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say:“Let’s start with a train whistle today.” We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we, too, were changing into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped.
When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend, He was in despair(失望)and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other.
For almost four years I have had remarkable friend whose imagination illuminates mine. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in a funny way, in the other’s dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think: “Yes, I must tell….”We have never met.
It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist(心理学家),who will only fill up the healing(愈合的)silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend.
【小题1】In the eighth grade, what the author did before developing proper social behavior was to ______.A.become serious about her study |
B.go to her friend’s house regularly |
C.learn from her classmates at school |
D.share poems and stories with her friend |
A.our exploration of London was a memorable gift to both of us |
B.we were unwilling to tear ourselves away from London |
C.our unpleasant feeling about London disappeared |
D.we parted with each other in London |
A.call each other regularly |
B.have similar personalities |
C.enjoy writing to each other |
D.dream of meeting each other |
A.seek professional help | B.be left alone |
C.stay with her best friend | D.break the silence |
A.Unforgettable Experiences |
B.Remarkable Imagination |
C.Lifelong Friendship |
D.Noble Companions |
When it comes to friends, I desire those who will share my happiness with me. When I was in the eighth grade, I had a friend. We were shy and “too serious” about our studies when it was becoming fashionable with our classmates to learn acceptable social behaviours. We said little at school, but she would come to my house and we would sit down with pencils and paper, and one of us would say, “Let’s start with a train whistle today.” We would sit quietly together and write separate poems or stories that grew out of a train whistle. Then we would read them aloud. At the end of that school year, we, too, were changed into social creatures and the stories and poems stopped.
When I lived for a time in London, I had a friend. He was in despair (失望) and I was in despair. But our friendship was based on the idea in each of us that we would be sorry later if we did not explore this great city because we had felt bad at the time. We met every Sunday for five weeks and found many excellent things. We walked until our despairs disappeared and then we parted. We gave London to each other.
For almost four years I have had a remarkable friend. We write long letters in which we often discover our strangest selves. Each of us appears, sometimes in a funny way, in the other’s dreams. She and I agree that, at certain times, we seem to be parts of the same mind. In my most interesting moments, I often think: “Yes, I must tell…” We have never met.
It is such comforting companions I wish to keep. One bright hour with their kind is worth more to me than the lifetime services of a psychologist (心理学家), who will only fill up the healing (愈合的) silence necessary to those darkest moments in which I would rather be my own best friend.
【小题1】In Paragraph 2, “We gave London to each other.” probably means ________.A.our exploration of London was a memorable gift to both of us |
B.we were unwilling to tear ourselves away from London |
C.our unpleasant feelings about London disappeared |
D.we parted with each other in London |
A.call each other regularly |
B.have similar personalities |
C.enjoy writing to each other |
D.dream of meeting each other |
A.ask for professional help |
B.be left alone |
C.stay with her best friend |
D.break the silence |
Four simple steps to be truly thankful
Thanksgiving is more than pie and turkey. It’s about helping and loving the family, friends and world around you. The following tips will help you show your thankfulness.
1. Family
A lot can happen in a year. Your family may have added some loved ones and lost some at the same time.
2. Friends
Do what you always do — throw a party. In college, Chicago natives Heather and Nosheen threw a dinner party for their friends on Thanksgiving and came up with HANTDE: Heather and Nosheen’s Thanksgiving Day Extravaganza.
“HANDTE is a reunion time that we all look forward to every year,” Heather says. “
3. Community (社区)
You could volunteer at a local soup kitchen or bring unused items to a food bank.
4. Self
A.Stop racing for the next raise |
B.Look back on your recent achievements |
C.Take the time to raise a glass during dinner |
D.You could also turn your celebration into a good cause |
E.We have jobs now and don’t see each other that much |
F.What started in their dorm room now is a yearly tradition |
G.Perhaps a family member is fighting against a deadly disease |
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