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He lost his arms in an accident that took his father’s life. Since then，he has had to depend on the __26__ of his younger brother.__27__ writing with his toes，he was completely unable to do anything in his life. But when the two brothers grew up，his younger brother __28__ to separate from him，living his own life，as many normal people do. So he was __29__ and didn’t know what to do.
A __30__ disaster befell (降臨) a girl，too. One night her mother，who  __31__ from mental illness disappeared. So her father went out looking for her mother，__32__ her alone at home. She tried to prepare meals for her parents，__33__ to overturn the kerosene light (煤油燈) on the stove，__34__ in a fire which took her hands away.
Though her elder sister showed her __35__ to take care of her，she was determined to be completely __36__.At school，she always studied hard. Once she wrote the following in her composition: “I am __37__.Though I lost my arms，I still have legs; I am lucky.__38__ my wings are broken，my heart can still fly.”
One day，the boy and the girl were both invited to __39__ on a television interview program. The boy told the TV host about his uncertain __40__ at being left on his own.__41__，the girl was full of hope for her life. They both were __42__ to write something on a piece of paper with their toes. The boy wrote: My younger brother’s arms are my arms while the girl wrote: Broken wings，__43__ heart.       
It is true that __44__ can strike at any time. But if you decide to be strong，the hardship will __45__ to be a fortune on which new hopes will arise.

One day, a kind woman happened to say something that hurt her best friend of many years. She 1  immediately and would do anything to take the words back. What she said hurt the friend so   2  that this good woman was herself hurt for the   3  she caused. In an effort to undo what she had done, she went to an older, wiser woman in the village, explained her  4 , and asked for advice.
Listening to her, the older woman sensedthe younger woman’s worry and knew she must   5  her. She also knew she could never  6  her pain, but she could teach. She knew the outcome would only  7  the character of the younger woman. She said, “Tonight,   8  your best feather pillowsand put a single feather on the   9  of each house in town before the sun rises.”
The young woman hurried home to prepare for it,  10  the feather pillows were very dear to her.  11 , she labored alone in the cold. Finally the sky was getting   12 . She placed the last feather on the steps of the last house. Just as the sun rose, she   13  to the older woman.
“Now,” said the wise woman, “Go back and   14  your pillows with the feather you have put on the steps.   15  everything will be as it was before.”
“You know that’s impossible! The wind   16  away each feather as fast as I placed them on the doorsteps!” The young woman was surprised.
“That’s  17 ,” said the older woman. “Never forget. Each of your   18  is like a feather in the wind. Once spoken, no amount of   19 , no matter how heartfelt or sincere, can return them to your   20 . Choose your words well and, most of all, guard them in the presence of those you love.”

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Many years ago, whites ruled South Africa. Apartheid（種族隔離制度）was the   16  of the land. One evening, two middle-aged blacks met in a “whites only” section of Johannesburg. One of them had a permit to work in the area, the other did not, which   17  he could be put behind bars（關(guān)押）for staying in this zone.   18  they saw a policeman coming towards them, and   19 .
“Run!” whispered the man with the permit to his friend, “I’ll   20  .” They started running and the policeman began chasing them, shouting “stop, stop”. Finally he caught the second man.
“Did you think you could outrun me!” he snarled. “Show me your   21 ！”
The man, playing for time, began reaching in his pocket and finally took out his permit. The policeman was surprised and realized that he had been   22 . The man without the permit was now too far away to be caught.
“When you had a permit why did you run!” he shouted   23 .
“Doctor’s   24 ,” said the man. “He has asked me to run a mile every evening.”
“Oh, yes? ” Sneered the policeman. “Then why was your friend   25 ?”
“His doctor has also ordered him to run,” said the man.
The policeman became   26  with anger. “You think you’re very   27 , don’t you?” he snarled. “But tell me, if you were running   28  for your health why didn’t you stop when you saw me running after you? And don’t tell me you didn’t see me chasing you. I know you did!”
“Of course I   29  you were running after me,” said the man.
“Then why didn’t you stop?” asked the policeman.
“It was   30 of me,” said the man, “but I thought you too had been ordered to run by your doctor.”

Everyone wants to win a first-place blue ribbon, to be the best in something. Even kids in Kindergarten want that blue ribbon. In sports, I was never a blue-ribbon person. In a race, I was always  36 . In baseball I was likely to be  37  on the head or drop the ball. During the spring of my kindergarten year, our class had a field trip to a park in a town about twenty miles away. Making that drive now is no big  38  but when you’re six and you’ve lived in a town of 300 people all your life, going to a big town of a couple of thousand people is really something.
I don’t remember too much about it. But there was one that I will never forget —the __39__ race. The parents tied our feet together. One little boy got me for a  40  . He was the second most   41 boy in our class so he usually won at everything and I knew that with me tied to him he didn’t have a chance. And I’m sure he knew he was in trouble. The gun sounded and we were off. Some couples were falling and stumbling all around us,  42   we stayed on our feet and made it to the other side.  43  , when we turned around and headed back for home, we were in the lead! Only one couple had a chance to win, and they were a good several yards behind us.
A few feet from the finish line, disaster struck: I tripped and fell. We were   44  enough that my partner could have easily dragged me across the finish line and won. But he didn’t. Instead he stopped,   45   down and helped me up — just at the other couple crossed the finish line. As a result, we received a small red ribbon for coming in second.
I still remember that moment when the young boy decided that helping a friend get on her feet was more important than winning a blue ribbon. And 13 years later, I still have that little ribbon because it’s a   46   that a friend like this boy is one who really   47  .  

When I was young I loved taking part in high school musicals．I loved to   36   in front of hundreds of people．In one production, I auditioned（試音）like  37   else. My music teacher was   38  that I would get a particular part in the music drama. The part I thought I had was a   39 lead who sang some of the most beautiful love songs.
But one day the show director pulled me aside. I was   40 to be offered the leading role. To my disappointment, he said, “Bob, I found a boy with an excellent voice. I need to give the   41 to him.”
From that moment on I began hating music class. I  42 that I didn’t like what we were singing. My music teacher didn’t know why. She   43 me in front of the class and told me I had changed. She didn’t know what I had been told. But when they  44 the finalists, I was given a  45 role. For some time my pride was  46 with having to do something I didn’t think I should be doing. But I did it. The minor role I had   47 to be much more fun than I had expected. My performance even   48 my brother who was also in the audience.
Life is really like a   49 and although we do not audition for the role, each of us is   50 by the director to play a certain part in it. The  51 is that we sometimes don’t like the part we are given. Like me in high school I became   52  -–if I couldn’t be the lead, I wouldn’t show up for rehearsal（彩排）.
Then we wonder why we feel so   53 . Sometimes we don’t even feel like we are a part of the “Big Show. ” Everyone does indeed have a role. Some are in front of the curtain, some are behind, but all are  54 for the show to go on. All   55 to success no matter how minor the part is.

An 80-year-old man was sitting in his house beside his 45-year-old son. Suddenly a crow landed in front of the window. The father 16 his son, "What is that?" The son replied, "It is a crow."17 a few minutes, the father asked his son a second time, "What is that?" The son said "I just 18 you that it’s a crow." After a little 19 , the father again asked his son, "What is that?" That time a(n) 20 tone could be heard in the son’s 21 . "It’s a crow, a crow!"
A little later, the father went to his room and 22 with an old diary which he had 23 for many years. After opening the right page, he asked his son to 24 it. When the son read it, tears came to his eyes." Today my 25 was sitting with me on the sofa.
When a crow was 26 by the window, my son asked me 23 times what it was, and I 27 to him all 23 times that it was a crow. I hugged him 28 each time he asked me the same question. I did not feel 29 answering the same question." If your 30 become old, don’t treat them or look 31 them as a burden(累贅). Instead be warm and 32 to them. From today on say this to yourself, "I want to 33 my parents happy forever, for they have 34 for me ever since I was born, and they have always showed their 35 love to me."

When I came to my new school three years ago, I was surprised at how lonely I felt. Then one of my classmates invited me to her house for a dinner 36 . I was a little anxious, but finally I gladly 37.
Not really knowing how 38  the bus ride should be, I 39  when I saw the landmarks 40 on my friend’s hand-drawn map. But when I got close enough to the 41 , I found none of the streets were shown on the map. I was 42  on a busy road with cars driving past without a person in sight. I had no43  when the next bus would come, 44  when a bus did come by, I 45  got on. I told the bus driver where I wanted to go and he said that I had caught the 46  bus, but he let me stay on. After he had finished his scheduled bus route, he 47 to help me out. I gratefully showed him my little hand-drawn map but 48  did not help much.
He finally 49  me off at a main road to catch a different bus and was 50  that he could not help me more. After a few minutes of walking, I noticed a bus pull up beside me. It was the 51  bus driver. He explained that he didn’t want to leave me there 52 . He sent out a call and someone radioed back, saying that the bus I needed to catch was about ten minutes away. At last I made it to the dinner party 53  I was over an hour late.
I am forever thankful for the 54  that this bus driver had for me. His act of kindness left a 55 on my heart.

Monty Roberts often let me use his house to hold fund-raising events to raise money for young people in need.
The last time I was there he   36  me to a group of people by saying, “I want tell you   37  I let Jack use my house. It   38  a story about a young man. When he was a high school student, he was asked to write a paper about his   39 .”
“That night be wrote a seven-page paper   40  his goal of someday owning a horse ranch （大牧場）. He wrote about his dream in great   41  and he even drew a picture of a 200-acre ranch, showing the   42  of all the buildings, the stables（馬廄）and the track. Then he drew a detailed plan for a 4,000-square-foot house that would   43  on a 200-acre ranch.”
“When he received his paper, he found that there was a big red ‘F’ on the front page with a note   44 , ‘see me after class.’”
“The boy went to see the teacher after class and asked, ‘Why did I receive an F?’”
“The teacher said, ‘This is a（an）  45  dream for a young boy like you. If you __46  this paper with a more realistic goal, I will reconsider your   47  .’”
“Finally, after a week, the boy handed in the same paper, making no   48 . He stated, ‘You can   49  the F and I’ll keep my dream.’”
“I told you this story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square-foot   50  in the middle of my 200-acre ranch. I still have that school   51  .”
He added, “That   52  teacher came to my ranch. Before leaving, he said, ‘During those years I   53  a lot of kids’ dreams.   54 , you didn’t give up yours.
Don’t let anyone steal your dream. Follow your   55 , no matter what.

It was only a few weeks after my surgery. I went to Dr. Belt’s office for a   36 . It was just after my first chemotherapy treatment(化療). My scar was still very tender.(疼痛的)   37 . I was taken to an examination room to have my blood   38 , again—a terrifying process for me, since I’m so frightened of   39 .
I lay down on the   40 . Then Ramona entered the room. Her   41  smile was familiar, and   42  in contrast to my fears. I’d first seen her in the office a few weeks earlier. She wasn’t my   43  on that day, but I remember her because she was laughing. What could she   44  find to laugh about at a time like this? So I decided she wasn’t   45  enough about the whole thing.
But this day was   46 . Ramona had taken my blood before. She   47  my fear of needles, and she kindly   48  the medical equipment under a magazine. As we opened the layers of bandage, the   49  scar on my chest could be seen.
She gently   50  over and ran her hand across the scar,   51  the smoothness of the healing skin. I began to cry gently and quietly. She brought her warm eyes to mine and said, “You haven’t   52  it yet, have you?” And I said, “No.”
I continued to cry gently. In   53  tones she said. “This is part of your body. This is you. It’s okay to touch it.” But I couldn’t. So she touched it for me. The   54 . The healing wound. And beneath it, she touched my heart.
That night as I lay down, I gently placed my hand on my chest and I left it there   55  I fell asleep. I knew I wasn’t alone.

In the middle of the night, Peter's wife suddenly fell ill. She couldn't help crying, “Oh， my stomach! Get the  1 !”
Peter, awaking from a deep sleep, thought his wife was only having a   2  dream.
“Stop that noise,” he said to her. He turned over and tried to go to   3  again, but his wife still cried out, “Oh, help！help！ I'm sure I'm   4  .”
Peter got out of bed and started   5 , but he could not find him any clothes.
“Where is my shirt?” he asked. His wife was   6  ill to tell him, and she could only cry, “Oh, my   7   stomach!”
As soon as he had put his clothes   8 , he said, “Now, my dear, are you quite   9 that you need the doctor? Surely you can wait   10  morning, can’t you?”
“No, I can't. Go, go, go,” his wife shouted, “  11  you will find me dead   12  the morning.”
So Peter went out into the dark street. He had only gone a few meters   13  he heard his wife calling him again．
“I’m   14  again now, and I shall not want the doctor.” she said softly.
Hearing this, he started running as   15  as he could towards the doctor’s. When he arrived there, he knocked at the door loudly enough to wake   16  around.
The doctor put his sleepy head out of the bedroom window and said, “Er? Who’s there?”
“Oh, Doctor.” Peter called up to him, “I have very   17  news for you. My wife   18 ill with a terrible stomachache. I was on my way to bring you to her, but she called me back to say the trouble had suddenly  19  her. So you need not come. Go back to   20  now, and sleep well!”