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Your True Stories, in 100 Words
Reader's Digest Editors
Updated: Dec. 02, 2020
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HALLIE BATEMAN FOR READER'S DIGEST
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Learning is sweet
As a first grade Reading Recovery teacher, I had to do assessments at the beginning of the school year to determine which students qualified for the program. Part of the assessment was having them read a sheet with randomly ordered upper and lowercase letters. One of the students I was testing came to a lowercase “m”. He looked and looked at it. Finally, he turned to me and said, “I have seen that letter on M&M’s, but I don’t know what it’s called.” —Submitted by Heidi Bailey, Tremonton, Utah. Read these quotes that prove teachers are the best mentors.
Fueling the fire
My three-year-old daughter was trying to roast a marshmallow for the first time. Her first and second attempts ended in flames. Both times, I took the scorched marshmallow off of the roasting stick and threw it into the fire. The third time, I helped her a lot more and, together, we achieved a perfectly toasty golden brown. Once it was cool, I handed her the marshmallow which she promptly threw into the fire. No one had told her she was supposed to eat it. —Submitted by Lou Roess, Parachute, Colorado. Here are more cute, funny mistakes kids have made.
The long and the short of it
I am an 84-year-old gentleman who stands 5’4” tall from the basketball-crazy state of Indiana. Recently, my wife and I were having dinner at a local restaurant. Our waiter was a young man, around 6’8”. Naturally, I asked him if he played basketball. He looked down at me, replied, “Yes, I do,” and then asked me if I played miniature golf. —Submitted by Paul Kinghorn, Rising Sun, Indiana
illustration of a school bus with pigs as passengers
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The wild bunch
While at a motel in North Dakota, I went to breakfast and sat by a gentleman who was on the phone. I overheard him say that he had “lost time yesterday” because his “passengers got cranky” so he “stopped at a truck stop and hosed them down with cold water.” Then I noticed a school bus in front of the motel that hadn’t been there the day before. When the gentleman ended his call, I asked him if that was his bus. “No,” he replied. “I’m in the back with a semi load of pigs.” —Submitted by David Flemming, Hermantown, Minnesota
Truth in advertising
In front of the grocery store, a bubbly Girl Scout stood beside a table full of cookies. “Please buy some cookies from me!” she begged. “How much are they?” I asked. “They’re $5 a box, except these two kinds over here. They’re $6 a box.” Figuring there must be something special about the two $6 boxes, I asked why that was. “Well, this box is gluten-free,” the little girl replied. “What about the other box?” She beamed, “Oh, those are overpriced!” —Submitted by Kathryn Thayer, Spokane, Washington. Gotta love the honesty! These funny cartoons about money and politics will make you laugh.
A very special finish
My son, Mark, volunteered to help Cherie, a young runner at a local Special Olympics. Cherie was happy and enthusiastic. Mark encouraged her, kept her calm, and helped her know when it was time to line up for her race. When the starting pistol sounded, she took off like a lightning bolt, leaving her fellow racers behind. As she neared the finish line, she stopped, turned around and motioned for the other runners to hurry. She waited for them so they could all cross the finish line together. —Submitted by Debra Holley, American Fork, Utah
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A soldier’s surprise
It is spring of 1943 during World War II. Standing among hundreds of new soldiers at Camp Grant, in Illinois, my father, Sam, just 18 years old, waits as a truck slowly drives by. A full field pack is randomly tossed to each soldier. “How strange,” my father thinks, as he sees his last name, Litrenti, marked on each item in his pack. “How did they know it was me when they tossed the pack?” He was impressed! Beating all odds, my father was tossed a field pack from World War I—his own father’s. —Submitted by Gail Litrenti-Benedetto, Park Ridge, Illinois.