Growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He is very lame and short. When we walk together, he will hold my arm to keep balance and people will stare at him. I will be uneasy in the United Nations? Want to pay attention If he notices or is disturbed, he never reveals it.

It's difficult to coordinate our steps-he stumbled and I was impatient-which is why we didn't talk much all the way. But when we set out, he always said, "You set the pace. I will try to adapt to you. "

We usually walk to or leave the subway, which is how he goes to work. In spite of the bad weather, he went to work sick. He almost never misses a day, even if others can't go to the office, he will go. Something to be proud of.

When there is snow or ice on the ground, he can't walk even with help. At this time, my sisters or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, new york, on a children's sleigh and send him to the submarine? Entrance passage. Once there, he will hold on to the handrail until he reaches the lower steps, and the warmer tunnel air keeps it from freezing. In Manhattan, the subway station is the foundation of his office building, and he doesn't have to go out again until we pick him up in Brooklyn.

Now that I think about it, I wonder how brave an adult needs to bear such insults and pressures. And how he did it-without pain or complaint.

He never describes himself as an object of pity, nor does he envy people who are luckier or more capable. What he is looking for in others is a "kind heart". If he finds it, the owner is good enough for him.

Now that I have grown up, I believe this is the proper criterion for judging people, although I still don't know what a "kind heart" is. But I know I don't have time myself.

My father can't take part in many activities, but he still tries to take part in some way. When a local baseball team found itself without a manager, he told the team to move on. He is a knowledgeable baseball fan and often takes me to Ebitz Baseball Field to watch Brooklyn Dodgers games. He likes to go to dances and parties, where he can sit and watch and have a good time.

Once, there was a fight at a beach party, and everyone punched and kicked. He is not satisfied with sitting and watching, but he can't stand alone on the soft beach. Frustrated, he began to shout, "I will fight whoever is willing to fight with me!" "

Nobody knows. But the next day, people made fun of him and said that this was the first time that a boxer was asked to give up even before the game started.

I now know that he participated in some things through me, his only son. When I play ball (badly), he also plays ball. When I joined the navy, so did he. When I came home from vacation, he made sure that "I went to his office. When introducing me, he really said, "This is my son, but it's also me. If things were not like this, I would do the same. "These words have never been said out loud.

He has been dead for many years, but I often think of him. I don't know if he feels that I don't want to be seen while we are walking. If he did, I'm sorry I didn't tell him how sorry I am, how unworthy I am, and how sorry I am. When I complain about trifles, when I envy others' good luck, when I have no "kindness", I will think of him.

At such times, I will put my hand on his arm to restore my balance and say, "You set the speed, and I will try my best to adapt to you."

annotate

Lame v.

2. inwardly.

Squirrel v. peristalsis

Step 4 leak it out

5. coordinate v.

Step 6 adjust it to suit

7. Dirty and annoying

Sled.

9. hurry up

10. Handrails; railing

Basement; basement

12. Marvel Comics v.

13. The theme … makes … experience.

14. contempt, contempt

15. slam (with fists)

16. push v.

satisfactory

18. frustration.

19. admit defeat

20. Boxing match

2 1. alternatively

22. Make sure that

23. enviable.

When I was growing up, I was always ashamed to be seen with my father. My father is short and has a serious disability on his leg. When we walk together, he always keeps my balance by holding my arm, which always attracts some strange eyes and makes me feel ashamed. But if he noticed this, no matter how painful he was, he didn't show it.

When walking, it is difficult for us to coordinate with each other-his steps are slow and mine are restless. So we seldom talk along the way. But before every trip, he always said, "You go your way, and I'll try to keep up with you."

We often commute from home to the subway station where he works. He has to go to work even if the weather is bad. He almost never misses a day, and he tries to go to work even if others can't. Really proud!

Whenever the earth is frozen and snowflakes are flying, he can hardly walk without help. At this time, my sisters or I will pull him through the streets of Brooklyn, new york with a children's sleigh and take him to the subway. As soon as he got there, he grabbed the handrail until he reached the lower step, because the air in the passage there was warmer and there was no ice on the ground. In Manhattan, the subway station is on the basement of his office building, and he doesn't have to go out until we meet him in Brooklyn.

Now every time I think about it, I wonder how brave it is for an adult man to endure the insult and pressure of faith! I am surprised that he can do it without any pain or complaint.

He never said he was poor, nor did he envy others' luck and ability. What he expected was a "kind heart". When he got it, people were really kind to him.

Now that I have grown up, I understand that "a kind heart" is an appropriate criterion for evaluating people. Although I don't know its exact meaning yet, I know that I also lack kindness sometimes.

Although my father can't attend many activities, he can't attend to some extent. When a local baseball team finds that it lacks a leader, it becomes a leader. Because he is a baseball fan and has rich baseball knowledge, he once took us to Ebitz Baseball Field to watch the Brooklyn Ghosts game. He likes to attend dances and parties and is willing to sit and watch.

I remember a seaside party, and no one fought, no one punched and kicked, and no one pushed. He didn't want to sit there as an audience, but he couldn't stand up on the soft beach. So, disappointed, he shouted, "Who wants to sit down and fight with me?"

No one responded. But the next day, people made fun of him and said that this was the first time to persuade boxers to give up before the game started.

Now I know that he did something through me, his only son. When I was playing ball (although I was not good at it), he was also playing ball. When I joined the navy, so did he. When I went home to rest, he insisted that I go to his office. When introducing me, he really said, "This is my son, but it is also myself. If not, I will join the army. "

Father has been away from us for many years, but I often think of him. I don't know if he realizes that I don't want others to see me go with him. If he knows all this, I feel sorry now, because I have never told him how guilty I am, how unfilial I am and how regretful I am. Whenever I complain about trifles, envy others' good luck and lack "kindness" to myself, I will think of my father.

At this time, I will hold his arm to keep my balance and say, "You go your way, and I will try to keep up with you."