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The sun was shining when I got on No.151 Bus. We passengers sat jammed together in heavy clothes. No one spoke. That’s one of the         rules.          we see the same faces every day, we prefer to       behind our newspapers. People who sit so close together are using those thin sheets of newsprint to keep their         .
As the bus came near the Mile, a       suddenly rang out “       !This is your driver speaking.” We looked at the back of the driver’s head. “Put your papers down. All of you.” The      came down. “Now, turn and face the person next to you. Go         .”
Surprisingly we all did it. Still no one smiled. I faced an older woman, her head wrapped in a red scarf(圍巾).I saw her       every day. Our eyes met We waited for the next       from the driver. “Now repeat after me. Good morning neighbor!”
Our voice were       .For many of us, these were the         words we had spoken that day. But we said them together, like       ,to the strangers beside us. We couldn’t help       .There was the feeling of relief(解脫), that we were not being held up（搶劫）. But more, there was the sense of ice being       . “Good morning ,neighbor.” It was not so        after all. Some of us repeated it, others shook hands ,many laughed. The bus driver said nothing more. He didn’t        to. Not a single newspaper went back up. I heard laughter, a warm sound I had never heard before in        .
When I reached my stop, I said         to my seatmate, and then jumped off the bus. That day was        off  better than most.

It was during those hard days in a small community． Food was in short supply． I used to stop by Mr．Miller's stand for      
One particular day, while Mr．Miller was        some potatoes for me I noticed a small boy      admiring a basket of green peas． Soon I was also       to the fresh green peas．
The boy left． Mrs．Miller _     to me and said, "There are two other such boys in our     _, all from poor families． Jim always offers to     our produce for their marbles（彈珠）． He somehow makes them believe he likes red marbles      ．Sometimes he even sends them home with some peas for     ．" I left the stand,       with this man．
Years later, I went back to visit some       in that community and while I was there I learned Mr．Miller had died． I agreed to       my friends to see Mrs．Miller． Upon our arrival, we offered whatever words of       ． Ahead of us were three young men． They moved to the casket（棺�。�． Mrs．Miller's eyes followed them       each young man placed his own      hand over the cold pale hand and then left．
Our turn came to meet Mrs．Miller．I told her who I was and mentioned the     of the marbles． She said, "Those three young men were the boys． They told me how they      Jim's kindness．"
"We've never had much     ," she said, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the       man．" Then she lifted her husband's lifeless fingers．     beneath the hand were three shining, red marbles !

There was a woman named Japan Atsuko Saeki living in the city of Fujisawa．When she was a teenager, she    of going to the United States．Most of what she knew about American       was from the textbooks she had read．“I had a        in mind: Daddy watching TV in the living-room, Mummy       cakes and their teenage daughter off to the cinema with her boyfriend．”
Atsuko   __to attend college in California．When she arrived, however, she found it was not her        world．“People were struggling with problems and often seemed       ,” she said．“I felt very alone．”
One of her hardest        was physical education．“We played volleyball,” she said．“The other students were         it, but I wasn’t．”
One afternoon, the instructor asked Atsuko to        the ball to her teammates so they could knock it       the net．No problem for most people, but it terrified Atsuko．She was afraid of losing face     __she failed．
A young man on her team        what she was going through．“He walked up to me and      , ‘Come on．You can do that．’”
“You will never understand how those words of         made me feel…Four words: You can do that．I felt like crying with happiness．”
She made it through the class．Perhaps she thanked the young man; she is not      ．
Six years have passed．Atsuko is back in Japan, working as a salesclerk．“I have       forgotten the words,” she said．“When things are not going so well, I think of them．”
She is sure the young man had no idea how much his kindness        to her． “He probably doesn’t even remember it,” she said．That may be the lesson．Whenever you say something to a person cruel or kind—you have no idea how long the words will    ．She’s all the way over in Japan, but still she hears those four        words: You can do that．

The elderly Chinese man in the small booth (售票口) behind the thick glass shook his head. I didn't need to know a word of Chinese to understand there were      beds available for the Thursday night train from Beijing to Shanghai. I had a Friday morning
    with my college friend. I must be on that train. Desperate times      desperate measures. So I squatted(蹲下). I assumed that this was the international      for “Are there any hard seats available?”
    , there were. It was seat 109. Very quickly, I found it. The Chinese man sitting in it, however, seemed to beg to differ.
I panicked. I am a man who usually avoids conflicts(沖突) and so I      my seat, as if still looking, to buy myself more time. I had two options: The first is to be a      and ask for what was rightfully mine. The second was to   23  and spend the next 13 hours staying in a corner.
Well, nine out of ten times I choose the second option. But at that moment, every square inch of          had already been claimed. There wasn’t      a corner in which to cower(退縮). So, I mustered up(聚集) some      and presented the man with my proof of ownership. He looked at my ticket and     .
About midnight my     became heavy and I was ready for the lights to dim and my date      
Ms ZZZZ to start. But the room      bright and hot. I tried to persevere and was even able to work     into a sleeping position.
It is here I must admit: I have a     bladder (膀胱). The man next to me drank a Coca-Cola, a bag of milk and a bottle of water and      the course of 13 hours he did not move once. I drank      but finally, I made my way to the bathroom at 3:02 am.
After waiting in a thick cloud of cigarette smoke, I finally used the bathroom. The philosophy(原則) of my sleeping      was right: if you get a seat on a train, don’t move.

A daughter thought life was unpromising(無(wú)前途的) to her and complained to her father about it. She did not know how she was going to      and wanted to give up. She was      of fighting and struggling. It seemed as if one problem was just solved before a new one     .
Her father, a cook, took her to the     . He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high
   . Soon the pots came to the     . In one he placed carrots, in the second he placed eggs, and the last he placed ground coffee beans. He let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
The daughter sucked her teeth and      waited, asking repeatedly what he was doing. In about twenty minutes he turned off the      He fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then he spooned the coffee out and placed it in another. Turning to her he asked, “Darling, what do you see?”
“Carrots, eggs, and coffee,” she replied.
He brought her closer and asked her to      
the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. He then asked her to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the     , she observed the hard-boiled egg! Finally, he asked her to taste the coffee. She smiled      she tasted its rich flavor. She humbly asked, “What does it mean, Father?”
He explained that each of them had faced the same     , boiling water, but each     differ-
ently. The carrot went in      and hard. But after being subjected to the boiling water, it      and became weak. The egg had been     . Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior. But after sitting      the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique,     . After they were in the boiling water, they had     the water.
“Which are you?” he asked his daughter. “When adversity(逆境) knocks on your door,    do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?”

Some years ago I was offered a writing assignment that would require three months of travel through Europe. I had been      abroad a couple of times, but I could hardly      claim to know my way around, the continent.     , my knowledge of foreign languages was      limited to a little college French.
I     . How would I, unable to speak the language,      familiar with local geography or transportation systems, conduct interviews and do
    research? It seemed impossible, and with considerable      I sat down to write a letter rejecting the     . Halfway through, a     
ran through my mind: you can't learn if you don't try. So I      the assignment.
There were some bad     . But by the time I finished the trip, I was an experienced traveler. And ever since, I have never hesitated to head for even the most      places, without guides or      advancebookings, confident that somehow I will     .
The point is that the new, the different, is almost by definition     . But each time you try something, you learn, and as the learning     , the world opens to you.
I've learned to ski at 40, and flown up the Rhine River in a(n)     . And I know I'll go on doing such things. It's not because I'm braver or more daring than others. I'm not. But I'll accept worry as another name for      and I believe I can      wonders.

　　Mrs. Green was over seventies, but she still drove her old car like a woman half her age. She loved driving very fast, and was proud of the　　that she had never, in her thirty-five years of driving, been punished　　a driving offence(犯規(guī), 犯法).
Then one day she nearly　　her record. A police car　　her, and the policeman in it saw her　　a red light without stopping. Of course, she was stopped. It seemed　　that she would be punished. When Mrs. Green came up to the　　, he looked at her seriously and said that she was　　old to drive a car, and that the　　why she had not stopped at the red　　was most probably that her eyes had become weak　　old age, so that she had simply not seen it.
When the judge had finished what he was　　, Mrs. Green opened the big handbag she was　　and took out her sewing. Without saying a word, she　　a needle with a very small eye, and threaded it at her first attempt.
When she had　　done this, she took the thread out of the needle again and handed　　the needle and the thread to the judge, saying, “Now it is your　　. I suppose you drive a car, and that you are quite sure about your own eyesight. ”
　　The judge took the　　and tried to thread it. After half a dozen tries, he had still not succeeded. The case against Mrs. Green was　　, and her record　　unbroken.

Many years ago, when I was in high school and working on weekends, I lost my wallet. After adding gas to my old car, I paid, and　　my wallet at the gas station. I hadn’t even had time to　　I had lost it when my phone rang. A man asked me if I had lost my wallet. I　　my purse and to my　　, I had. He asked me to　　him what was in it. I did so. He then told me where to　　my wallet.
When I reached his　　, I noticed his wheelchair and a slope(坡道)going up to the house. I thought that it might have been　　for him to lower his body and pick up my wallet. I knocked on the door and he told me to come in. I　　him for finding my wallet. While I didn’t want to insult(侮辱)him by offering　　, I really felt like　　something. So I asked him if there was anything I could do to repay his　　, and he said, “Just pass it on. ”I said I would be　　to do that. I was raised to be honest in any case and I would have done so, 　　promising this fellow I would, but I wanted to　　his kindness, so I promised I would.
Ten years later I found a　　lying on the ground. It　　me several days to find the owner. He lived in another state, about 60 miles away from where I found the wallet. When he　　me back, we　　to meet, so I could return his wallet. He was actually　　all his money was still in the wallet and he tried to hand me a $20 bill. I told him, “Thanks, but just pass it on. . . ”

School was over and I was both mentally and physically tired. I sat at the very front of the bus because of the       to get home. Sitting at the front makes you       out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies.
Janie, the driver, tried to     the uncomfortable atmosphere by striking the match of a conversation.
I tried to mind my manners and       listen, but I was too busy thinking about my day. On this day,     , her conversation was worth listening to.
“ My father’s sick, ” she said to no one in      . I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes. With a sudden    of attitude and interest, I asked, “ What’s wrong with him?”
With her eyes wet and her voice tight from      the tears, she responded, “Heart trouble.” Her eyes     as she continued. “I’ve already lost my mum, so I don’t think I can     losing him. ”
I couldn’t respond. I was shocked . My heart       for her. I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great       my own mother was thrown into when my father died.
I saw how hard it was,       still is, for her. I wouldn’t like anyone to go through that .
Suddenly I realized Janie wasn’t only a bus driver. That was just her job. She had a    world of family and concerns too. I had never thought of her as anything but a driver.
I suddenly felt very   . I realized I had only thought of people as     as what their purposes were in my life. I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver. I had judged her by her job and      her as unimportant.
For all I know, I’m just another person in       else’s world, and may not even be important. I should not have been so selfish and self-centred. Everyone      a place to go to, people to see and appointments to     . Understanding people is an art.

A few years ago, my younger brother and I went to Norfolk, Virginian by plane.       , before we took off, we heard the pilot’s voice throughout the plane, “sorry, ladies and gentlemen. We have no       on the plane. We have a generator(發(fā)電機(jī)), and we are going to        the engines with it. We will        in the air and head to Norfolk, and see what happens. ”
See what happens? We are going to get up in the air, and see what happens? At this point, one woman started crying. “Oh, no! We are going to       ！” There were sighs of desperation and       spreading throughout the plane, and we hadn’t even        yet. Thirty minutes passed and we were still        there. Then the voice of the pilot came over again,“ Ladies and gentlemen, I know you are       , so we are. We only have one engine going right now, and it is working double time. ”
There was crying       we had walked into grave. But, the pilot told us our one engine was working double time, and his        was to get up in the air and see what happens! Then we did. We got up in the air and         happened. We arrived in Norfolk and everyone        for still being alive.
Although I do sincerely like to have a plan        “see what happens”, which really isn’t such a bad life strategy, all too often, I would see people pursuing their goals        with inaction just because they don’t have        success. Actually, success will never be guaranteed. The       thing that you can do is just get up in the air, and see what hap­pens.
If you are planning to learn a new skill, get up in the air, and see what happens! It might not be as       as you thought. You might be smarter than you thought. It could be        ! So don’t stay there trying nothing just because there is no        of guaran­teed success.