“Who did this？” asked my teacher. Thirty children tried to think about not only what they had done， but also what our teacher may have found out. “Who did this？” asked my teacher once more. She wasn't really asking， she was demanding an answer. She seldom became angry， but she was this time. She held up a piece of broken glass and asked， “Who broke this window？”

　　“Oh， oh，” I thought. I was the one who broke the window. I had not done it intentionally. It was caused by an errant throw of a baseball. I was working on my knuckleball. It needed more work. Why did it have to be me？ It wasn't really my fault. If I admitted guilt， I would be in a lot of trouble. How would I be able to pay for a big window like that？ I didn't even get an allowance. “My father is going to have a fit，” I thought. I didn't want to raise my hand， but some force much stronger than I was pulled it skyward. I told the truth. “I did it.” I said no more. It was hard enough saying what I had.

　　My teacher went to one of our library shelves and took down a book. She then began walking towards my desk. I had never known my teacher to strike a student， but I feared she was going to start with me and she was going to use a book for the swatting.

　　“I know how you like birds，” she said as she stood looking down at my guilt-ridden face. “Here is that field guide about birds that you are constantly checking out. It is yours. It's time we got a new one for the school anyway. The book is yours and you will not be punished as long as you remember that I am not rewarding you for your misdeed， I am rewarding you for your truthfulness.”

　　I couldn't believe it！ I wasn't being punished and I was getting my very own bird field guide. The very one that I had been saving up money to buy. The money I feared would be going to the school to buy a new window. I wore out that book trying to match the live， flying birds to their depictions in that field guide. The book is gone， so is my wonderful teacher. All that remains of that day is my memory and the lesson my teacher taught me. That lesson stays with me every day and it will echo forever.

　　“這是誰干的？”老師問。三十名學生都設法去回想他們做了什么。“這是誰干的？”老師又問了一遍。其時，她并不是真的想問，她只是想要一個答案。她很少生氣，但這一次她真的生氣了。她舉起一塊打碎的玻璃問道：“是誰打碎了這塊玻璃？”

　　“呃，天哪，”我暗自想道。我就是那個打碎玻璃的人。但我并不是有意要那么做的。只是因為把棒球扔錯了地方。當時我正在練習投不旋轉球，還需要更多的練習。為什么偏偏是我呢？這并不是我的錯啊。如果我承認了，我就會有很多麻煩。我哪里有錢來賠償這么一大塊玻璃呢？我甚至連零用錢都沒有。“爸爸一定會大發雷霆，”我想。我并不想舉手，但有一種比我自身更強大的力量抬起了我的手。我講出了真相。“是我干的。”我沒再說別的。承認這件事是自己做的真的相當困難。

　　老師走到圖書館的一個書架旁取下了一本書，然后向我走來。我從不知道老師會打學生，但我害怕我會是她動手打的第一個學生。“我知道你很喜歡小鳥，”她看著我那張充滿了愧疚的臉，說道，“這是一本關于野生鳥兒的指導書。它是你的了。反正學校也該買本新的了。只要你記住我獎勵你不是因為你做錯事，而是因為你誠實，你就不會受到懲罰。”

　　這真是難以置信！我不僅沒有受到懲罰，還擁有了自己的野生鳥兒指南。那可是我一直攢錢想買的書啊。這錢我本來還擔心會賠給學校去買一塊新玻璃呢。

　　我努力想找到書中描述的那些活的飛翔的鳥兒，所以那本書都被我翻破了。現在這本書和我的那位好老師都已經不在了。剩下的只有我對那天的記憶以及老師對我說的話。那個教訓永遠都會在我的腦海里重現。

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