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¡¡¡¡I was born in a large family. As they worked very hard to make a living, my parents didn't have much time to take care of us children, least of all me who is their fifth child. In my childhood I always tried to draw my parents' attention to me in as many ways as I could think of. Finally I found that to pretend illness was perhaps the most useful trick. One day I really caught a cold, but I took it lightly and was even happy about it because I thought my parents would therefore pay more attention to me. Two weeks later my cough grew from bad to worse and my mother, suspecting it was pneumonia, took me to a hospital run by some missionaries. The priests there were very kind to me, giving me loaves of bread, milk, toys and books. As a young child I really wished I could stay in the hospital for good. There had been such a wonderful time.
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¡¡¡¡I was once so ill in hospital that I didn't believe I could ever live through my hospital days The very thought of that experience still chills me even at this writing It was on a hot after noon that the terrible accident happened I was then seven years old a naughty and curious boy and I went to a nearby construction site to look for something in the debris considered useless to the something in the debris considered useless to the construction workers Just as I was digging a big and thick brick crashed on my head I fell down and immediately lost consciousness The next thing I knew was that I was lying in a ward with my aching head bandaged up My mother was beside me wiping tears on her face I asked her what had happened to me but she told me not to ask questions Then she told me I had just had an operation on my head to save my life I t was from her that I knew I had been in a critical situation. Then I felt a splitting headache and lost consciousness After four months of treatment I regained my health but the accident has lift a scar on my scalp if not a scar in my heart.
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¡¡¡¡To earn some extra money I found a job as the private tutor of a junior high school student when I was a sophomore in a university two years ago. My campus is in the suburbs of Taichung while the student was living in the downtown area of the city. To save time, I always rode a motorcycle to teach except on rainy days. One day, the sky was overcast with the promise of rain, but I said to myself, ¡°Never mind. It would not rain.¡± So I rode my motorcycle as usual to teach. Then to my dismay, the rain did come and in beating drops before I could make it to my student's home. I felt very tired after I came back and went to bed early. At midnight I felt very uncomfortable. When my roommates found I was running a high temperature, I was rushed to a hospital nearby. The nurse assigned to take care of me took my temperature and found that it was 39.5C. ¡°You need to stay here longer than usual,¡± she said, shaking her head. At first I found life in the hospital boring: no laughter and no friends to chat with. But the second day my girl friend who knew I was ill came to keep me company, singing for me and telling jokes to make laugh. ¡°Laughter is the best medicine, she always said. Under her careful care I checked out the third day and went to school again.
