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God’s in My Basket 　　看似平淡无奇的故事，却隐含着感人的力量，朴实的行为闪耀着人性的光辉。 　　It’s been many years since I was in secondary school， but one assignment has stayed with me always. My class was supposed to write about someone over 70， so I decided to visit a nursing home. I went to the office and explained my assignment. The director told me to go to Room Six. The room had a bed， a chair and a picture of a rose on the wall. An elderly woman was in the chair， knitting diligently. 　　When I knocked， she looked up and squinted（眯着眼睛看）. “Yes？” 　　“I’m supposed to write an essay for school...” I said nervously. 　　“Come in.” She stopped knitting and patted the bed. “Sit here.” 　　I sat down， and the woman returned to her knitting. “What are you making？” I asked. 　　“God’s in my basket，” she answered. 　　I spoke a little louder， “What are you knitting？” 　　She stopped again， smiled and repeated， “God’s in my basket.” 　　I looked around the room， then peeked（偷看；窥视） into her basket， just in case I might catch a glimpse of God. 　　“Oh， he is there，” she said. “I prayed for him to come， and he has.” The woman returned to her knitting and didn’t say another word. Finally I thanked her and left. 　　“What did you think of her？” asked the director of the nursing home. 　　“She says God’s in her knitting basket，” I said. “I think she’s a little crazy.” 　　“She was when she first arrived，” the director said. “Her husband had died， and she was alone. I suggested she pray for peace， and she did. A few months later an aide（助手）taught her how to knit. In six months she was knitting socks for everyone. At the Christmas fair she sold over $1000 worth of socks， sweaters and blankets. She even taught knitting in school as a volunteer. She became the most popular person in the neighborhood.” 　　“What about now？” I asked. 　　“Well， now she’s in her 90s and sick. But she can still knit， and she is at peace. And she says only one thing：God’s in her basket.” 　　Weeks later I received a package. Inside was a beautiful