now? sadly, some of my favorite teachers have already passed away. suddenly i have an urge to visit them and say “thank you” to them, and also to my classmates and friends who took me home for a meal or overnight because my home was far from school.
i also remember the stranger who gave me a bicycle ride home when he saw me walking and crying alone in the dark. i was seven years old. though mother told me not to talk to strangers, i told him that i missed the bus home when he stopped to ask me. and the many kind strangers whom i met in china during 