“What does 'doing the right thing' mean to you”? One Friday, my teacher asked our class to think about the question. We would hand in an article on it by Monday, and be prepared to do the things we will1.

    The whole weekend, I was trying to think about something that would2my teacher and be easy to follow. I talked to my parents, called my grandmother and asked my neighbor. Everyone had good3 but I didn't think I could achieve them.

    On Sunday afternoon, my parents said they were going to my Aunt Mary's house. That usually4that I would have to play with my four-year-old cousin Andrea5we visited. I showed her a cartoon, and then I sat down and started to write my article.

    Soon I felt two 6 on me. It was Andrea. “What are you doing?” she asked. “I have to write an article about what 'doing the right thing' means to me.” I answered. Andrea laughed. “That's easy,” she said. “Doing the right thing means being7 to your family and friends. Never lie. Eat lots of fruit and vegetables. Take a bath when you're dirty.”

    I looked at my little cousin with great 8.Then I jumped up and gave her the biggest hug. Not only had Andrea answered a very difficult question for me, but I could9follow them. All I had to do was to be nice, not to lie, to keep myself clean and healthy. So when I wrote my article, I10the story about Andrea and how she had answered my question.

    Two weeks later, I received my article with an A+ and a little note written by my teacher: “Always do the right thing and give Andrea an A+, too!”

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    二十年前，我干的是开出租车的行当。流动的时间，让我遇到许多人，乘客们钻进车来，坐到我的身后，彼此素不相识，而这些人却给我讲述他们的生活。他们中有些人的生活让我感到惊奇，有些人的生活让我肃然起敬，有人带给我欢笑，有人令我哭泣。然而，最令我感动的一位，要数在八月的一个深夜载一位老妇人。

    当时我接到的电话来自僻静小镇的一座出租公寓。我想，可能是让我去那里接一些派对归来的人，或者刚同爱人打过架的人，或者时要去城镇工业区的某个工厂赶早班的工人。深夜两点半我赶到的时候，楼里漆黑一片，只有底层窗户照着一盏孤灯。像这种情况，很多司机基本上是先按一两下喇叭，然后等一会儿，倘若不见动静，就驱车离开。但我见过太多穷困的人们，出租车是他们唯一可用的交通工具。若不是嗅到危险的气氛，我总是会走到门前。

    这位乘客也许需要我的帮助，我心里这么想着。因此我走到门前去敲门。“请等一下。”应答的是一个虚弱、苍老的声音。我能听到在地板上拖动东西的声音。

    过了好一会儿，门终于开了。一位八十来岁的弱小老妇人站在我面前。她穿着印花连衣裙，戴着带有面纱的筒状女帽，仿佛二十世纪四十年代电影里的装束，看起来精致典雅。一个小型的尼龙手提箱立在她身旁。这座公寓看上去好像有多年无人居住。所有的家具都用蒙着布。墙上没有挂钟，柜子上也未摆放任何装饰物或家用器具。墙角放着一个纸箱，里面堆满了照片和玻璃器皿。

    “你能帮我把包拿到车上吗？”她说。我把箱子搬到车上，又回来搀扶老妇人。她挽住我的胳膊，我们慢慢走到车旁。她不停地感谢我的好心。“没什么，应该的，”我对她说，“我这样对待我的乘客，也希望他人能如此待我母亲。”“噢，你真是个不错的小伙子。”她说。当我们坐进车里，她递给我一个地址，然后又问道：“我们可以从市中心穿过去吗？”“那不是最近的路。”我立马回答她。“噢，没关系的，”她说，“我并不急着赶路，我这是要去临终关怀院。”我从后视镜看了看。她的眼睛在闪烁着光。她继续说着：“我的家人都不在了，医生说我的日子不多了。”我静静地伸手关掉了计时器。“您想让我走哪条路？”我问。

    我默默地驱车，驶向她给我的那个地址。这是一座低矮的楼房，就像一个小康复中心，门廊的下面有一条车道。我们的车刚刚停定，就有两个护理人朝我们走过来。她们热心关切地留意老妇人的一行一动。看样子是在早就等着她的到来。我打开车尾的行李箱，把她的小手提箱提到门口。这时，老妇人已经坐进轮椅里了。

    “我该付你多少？”她问，一面说着，一面伸手进钱包。

    “哦，不用了，”我回答她。“这怎么行呢，你也要挣钱啊，”她说。“我可以载其他乘客的呀，”我回应她。此时，我什么也没想，弯下身去，给她一个拥抱。她紧紧地抱着我。“谢谢你！谢谢你给我这个个老太婆带来愉快的时刻。”我紧紧握下她的手，然后消失在凌晨的微光中。在我身后，一扇门关上了。

    那天我没有再载其他乘客。我漫无目的地在路上开车，陷入沉思之中。我简直都没法开口对人讲话。假设老妇人遇上的是一位脾气暴躁的司机，或者是非常不耐烦的想尽快下班的驾驶员呢？