Who knows the text and translation of "not on my block" in Chapter 7 of Volume 2 of College English Precision 3rd Edition?

People thought Ethel Armstead must have been crazy to confront young men selling drugs outside her house. But Ethel had had enough. She plucked up the courage to go out and talk to the gang. Here's the story of what happened.

1 Get Off My Block by Lynne Rossellini Ethel Armstead fell in love with the gray townhouse immediately. The house has an extra bedroom and a large backyard where her young grandson and granddaughter can play. That marble porch would be the perfect place to sit and enjoy the shade on summer evenings.

2 But on the first night after moving in, when Armstead came home from get off work, she found a group of fierce-looking people sitting on the steps in front of her house.

3 She was taken aback and said, "Please forgive me, I live here." The group of seven young people stood up reluctantly and stared at her with cold and ruthless eyes. Once inside, Armstead locked the door and looked out the window. She was surprised to find that the young men were sitting on the steps of her house again.

4 Over the next few weeks, Armstead learned that her house had been used by drug dealers to hide drugs under the front steps when it had been vacant for long periods of time. Drug dealers ply their trade on porches as a steady stream of cars and pedestrians pass by. Drug addicts were injecting drugs on the path behind the house and urinating in the backyard.

5 Armstead had no illusions about the people who occupied her front door. During the ten years she lived in the crime- and violence-ridden Oliver section of East Baltimore, she would lie in bed hearing the sound of gunshots as the drug war raged almost every night. But (in) this house, having a drug dealer hanging out on her porch was the worst part.

6 Sometimes she had to call the police several times a day, pleading with the police to disperse the drug dealers. But once the police car disappears on the street corner, the drug dealers will come back one after another.

7 As a mother in her 50s with grown children, Armstead never imagined having to fight this battle. But this isn't the first time she's risen to an unexpected challenge. In the mid-1990s, when her own daughter became addicted to drugs and her young grandchildren needed adoption, Armstead took the three boys and one girl into her care.

8 One night in September 2000, about a month after she moved into her new home, Armstead prayed to God: "I'm going to talk to those guys tomorrow. Please help me. . ”

9 The next day, she went straight to the leader of the group, a young man wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. Armstead's insides were lurching, but she knew she mustn't show fear.

10 "This is my place," she said quietly and gently, with a fake smile on her face. "I don't have to say 'please' when I enter my house."

11 She told the young man that she didn't want him and his friends to do anything in front of her grandson again. Selling drugs in front of my granddaughter. They had to leave her house, the vacant house next door, and that corner.

12The man was silent. Armstead's heart jumped into his throat. Then the man nodded. The gang left. But after a few days, they came back. Armstead repeated her request. I said it again on the second and third days.

13Then, an interesting thing happened. The group began to obey. They moved on to the next block. When winter came, they cleared the snow from the road in front of her house, and they came to visit her when she was sick. Soon, they started calling her "Auntie."

14 Her grandchildren and granddaughters can now play ball in the street. Sometimes, those young people also play with them.

If any of the children talked back to their grandmother, a young man would say, "You can't talk like that. She's your grandmother!"

15 Armstead kept "whispering" and warning them. Easy money is dangerous. "You will be beheaded!" she told them. "Let's do something serious!"

16 People told her that she was really stupid talking to those thugs like that. Especially after another aunt who took a stand was killed just five blocks away. This aunt's name is Angela Dawson. She fought a single battle against another gang of drug dealers - and lost. The Dawsons' house was set on fire, killing Angela, her husband Carnell, and their five children, a tragedy that shocked the nation. A man from a neighboring area has been charged. Armstead didn't know Angela Dawson, but she knew her children. After the deadly fire, she became more careful—but she didn't stop.

17 And she doesn’t limit herself to talking. She has been a driving force behind the community organization Baltimore United for Leadership in Development (BUILD). Together they drove drug dealers away from a vacant lot and built a children's playground there. They started an after-school program at the school to keep kids off the streets. They prompted the city and local churches to step up efforts to rebuild abandoned houses.

18 Not long ago, Armstead happened upon one of the gang that used to hang out on her front steps. "Hi, Mom!" the man yelled, hugging her tightly. He told her that he had found a job, and then added: "I really want to thank you for those words you whispered to us."

19 Armstead had a profound impact on her. modesty. She just said: "It makes me happy to know that my words have convinced at least one young person."