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  The cheerful girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them: a circle of glistening white pearls in a pink foil box. “Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them” Please, mommy, please!”


  Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face. “A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $2.00. If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.”


  As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.


  Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere—Kindergarten, Sunday school, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.


  Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stopwhatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night when he finished thestory, he asked Jenny, “Do you love me”


  “Oh ye Daddy. You know that I love you.”


  “Then give me your pearls.”


  “Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess—the white horse from my collection.The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy” The one you gave me. She’s my favorite.”


  “That’s okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night.”And he 1brushed her cheek with akiss.


  About a week later, after the story time, Jenny’s daddy asked again, “Do you love me”


  “Daddy, you know I love you.”


  “Then give me your pearls.”


  “Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll. The brand new one I got for mybirthday. She is so beautiful and you can have the yellow 1blanket that matches her1sleeper.”


  “That’s okay. Sleep well, little one. Daddy loves you.”And as alway he brushed her cheekwith a gentle kiss.


  A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legscrossed 13)Indian-style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silenttear rolled down her cheek.


  “What is it, Jenny” What’s the matter”?


  Jenny didn’t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she openedit, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little 14)quiver, she finally said, “Here, Daddy. It’sfor you.”


  With tears gathering in his own eye Jenny’s kind daddy reached out with one hand to takethe 15)dime-store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled outa blue 16)velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had hadthem all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could giveher genuine treasure.



  Never Say Goodbye

  When I was ten I was suddenly confronted with the anguish of moving from the only home I had ever known. My whole life,brief as it was, had been spent in that big old house, gracefully touched with the laughter and tears of four generations.

  When the final day came, I ran to the haven of the small back porch and sat alone. Suddenly I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I looked up to see my grandfather. "It is not easy, is it, Billy?" he said softly, sitting down on the steps beside me.

  "Grandpa," I replied through my tears," how can I ever say goodbye to you and all my friends?"

  For a moment he just stared off into the apple tree. "Goodbye is such a sad word. It seems too final, too cold, for friends to use. We seem to have so many ways of saying goodbye and they all have one thing in common: sadness."

  I continued to look into his face. He gently took my hand in his." Come with me, my friend," he whispered.

  We walked, hand in hand, to his favorite place in the front yard, where a huge red rosebush sat conspicuously alone.

  "What do you see here, Billy?" He asked.

  I looked at the flower, not knowing what to say, and then answered," I see something soft and beautiful,Grandpa."

  He pulled me close. "It's not just the roses that are beautiful, Billy. It's that special place in your heart that makes them so. I planted these roses a long, long time ago-before your mother was even a dream. I put them into the soil the day my first son was born. That boy's name was Billy, just like yours. I used to watch him pick roses for his mother. One day a terrible war came, and my son, like so many sons, went away to fight a great evil. He and I walked to the train station together...Three months later a telegram came. My son had died in some tiny village in Italy.All I could think of was that the last thing I say to him in this life was goodbye."

  Grandpa slowly stood up." Don't ever say goodbye, Billy. Don't ever give in to the sadness and the loneliness of that word. I want you to remember instead the joy and the happiness of those times when you first said hello to a friend. Take that special hello and lock it away within you-in that place in your heart where summer is an always time. When you and your friends must part , I want you to reach deep within you and bring back that first hello."

  A year and half later, my grandfather became gravely ill. When he retuned from several weeks in the hospital, he wanted his bed next to the window, where he could see his beloved rosebush.

  Then the family was summoned and I returned to the old house. It was decided that the oldest grandchildren would be allowed to say their goodbyes.

  When it came to my turn, I noted how tired he looked .His eyes were closed and his breathing was slow and hard.

  I took his hand as gently as he had once taken mine.

  "Hello, Grandpa, " I whispered.His eyes slowly opened, "Hello, my friend," he said, with a smile.His eyes closed again and I moved on.

  I was standing by his rosebush when an uncle came to tell me that my grandfather had died. Remembering Grandpa's words, I reached deep within me for those special feeling that had make up our friendship. Suddenly, and truly, I knew what he had meant about never saying goodbye-about refusing to give in to the sadness.


  Never Say Goodbye


  If I could take this moment forever,


  Turn the pages of my mind To another place and time,

  将我心灵的记忆 倒回到另一个地点及时间,

  We would never say goodbye.


  If I could find the words, I would speak them,


  Then I wouldn't be tongue-tied,


  When I looked into your eyes,


  We would never say goodbye.


  If I could stop the moon ever rising,


  Day would not become the night,


  I wouldn't feel this cold inside,


  And we would never say goodbye.


  I wish that our dreams were frozen,


  Then our hearts would not be broken,


  When we let each other go...


  If I could steal this moment forever,


  Paint a picture-perfect smile,


  So our story stayed alive,


  We would never say goodbye.


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