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Unit 3 Getting along with others
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The insistent knock on the door brought me quickly from my kitchen. With my children down for a nap, I hurried to answer before they were all awakened. We had just moved here and I couldn't imagine who it would be. I opened the door and a crack revealed an old man dressed in dirty clothing.
“Can I help you?” I asked, hoping he had the wrong address.
“Would you like to buy some fresh garden vegetables?” His voice was trembling but his eyes were hopeful. I wondered if he badly needed the bit of money he was asking for his produce. “I'm Mr. Locket living around the corner. My wife passed away and my children live far away,” he added. Later we knew that the need for companionship had sent him door to door by means of selling fruits and vegetables and ours was the only door opened to him.
As days went on, Mr. Locket became a daily visitor. Every day he read books in our big chair with my children curled up on his lap. When they took an afternoon nap, he would rest his head on the back of the chair. In his quiet and gentle way, he endeared_himself_to each child. Gradually the name “Grandpa Locket” slipped into our conversations.
Three years later, we had to move to Ontario. He arrived as usual that morning. “Mr. Locket,” I tried to break the news in a gentle way, “You've become a treasured part of this family, but...” Tears glistened in the corners of his eyes.
“I promise to keep in touch with you and...” My throat tightened. He nodded and softly said, “Thank you for all your kindness to an old man. When I needed a family, you included me.” With tears, we all hugged him tightly.
About a year later, a small envelope from Mr. Locket's daughter was delivered to our home. She informed us that our dear old friend had died. “I'm so grateful for your loving care for my father,” she wrote, “I can see how much you meant to him, too.” Actually we're also grateful for the unexpectedlove that swept into our lives the moment we opened th