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Even though it was only October，my students were already whispering about Christmas plans. With each passing day everyone became more____ waiting for the final school bell. Upon its____  everyone would run for their coats and go home，everyone except David.
David was a small boy in ragged clothes. I had often____ what kind of home life David had，and what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so____for the cold winter months without a coat，boots，or gloves. But something made David____.I can still remember he was always____a smile and willing to help. He always____ after school to straighten chairs and mop the floor. We never talked much.He____ just simply smile and ask what else he could do，then thank me for letting him stay and slowly____ home.
Weeks passed and the____ over the coming Christmas grew into restlessness until the last day of____ before the holiday break. I smiled in____ as the last of them hurried out of the door. Turning around I saw David____ standing by my desk.
“I have something for you，”he said and____from behind his back a small box.__ __  it to me，he said anxiously，“Open it.” I took the box from him，thanked him and slowly unwrapped it. I lifted the lid and to my____ I saw nothing. I looked at David’s smiling face and back into the box and said，“The box is nice，David，but it’s____.”
“Oh，no. It isn’t.” said David.” It’s full of love. My mum told me before she died that love was something you couldn’t see or touch unless you know it’s there.”
Tears filled my eyes_____  I looked at the proud dirty face that I had rarely given____ to. After that Christmas，David and I became good friends and I never forgot the meaning____the little empty box set on my desk..

The story I’m going to tell truly happened in my life.
The other day, I met a man outside the gym who       a movie star. He was handsome and smiling. His upper body was muscular（肌肉發(fā)達的）and he       to be on top of the world.
“How are you?” I       with a smile. “I’m doing really well,” he replied in a cheerful voice. His enthusiasm and big smile        the parking garage.        as he walked up, I       his long legs were thin and I saw he had a silver cane (手杖). “Why do you need that cane?” I couldn’t        thinking he had a minor injury. “I have MS,” he answered in a        voice too, as if his broad smile       left his face. Multiple Sclerosis（多發(fā)性硬化癥）is a very serious disease and often painful. I looked at him from my little red sports car and said, “You        it very well. You seem like a happy man       the MS.” Without losing a bit of his smile he replied, “I am a happy man,” and then added, “I’d be even happier if I had that sports       .”
It was ironic (諷刺的). Just       we spoke, I’d been sitting in that little sports car, feeling sad about my painful shoulder over the last 11 months as I was       after an operation. Here’s a man with a       far tougher than mine, but his positive attitude made him feel no less happiness. He went on with his       of life as usual, which moved me deeply.
It was also a wonderful reminder of that old       , “I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.”       your problems, just keep in       that none of us goes through life       and you should make the most of what you have, like the man with MS. Count your blessings.

“Where is the bus? Why is it always late?” I asked myself. I was going to be late      the manager wasn’t going to be pleased. “Thank God, here it is!” The bus came round the corner and I got on. Ten minutes later I was walking into the       where I work. “Twenty-five past nine. I       the manager doesn’t notice.” But I was not      .
“Smith!” shouted the manager. “Late again. What’s your       this time?” “I am afraid the bus was late, Mr. Brown.” “­       up earlier tomorrow! Anyway, go to your place at the counter(柜臺). We’ll be opening in a few minutes.”
My first customer was a pretty girl wearing a red dress.      her was a young man of about 25. He seemed very     , and every few seconds he looked towards the main entrance. The girl drew some money and      about opening an account. I gave her necessary       and she went out.      , I noticed a tall man by the door, carrying something      with brown paper. Turning to my next customer, I was frightened to see a gun sticking out of his coat. The next moment a loud noise      my ears. Everything went black. I was falling… It seemed to be a long time       I opened my eyes and I found myself in bed!      shaking from the memory of this terrible dream, I got dressed and ran out of the house.      , the bus wasn’t on time, and I got to the bank at 9:25.
“Smith!” the manager cried out in a voice like thunder. “      of your excuses! Start work at once!” To my      , the first customer was a girl      a red dress and behind her stood a man carrying something wrapped in brown paper. The      ! Sometimes life is full of coincidences (巧合)!

Some years ago when I was in my first year in college, I heard Salome Bey sing for the first time. The moment was exciting. Salome’s       filled the room and brought the theater to life. I was so       that I decided to write an article about her.
I       Salome Bey, telling her I was from Essence magazine, and that I wanted to meet her to talk about her career .She       and told me to come to her Studio next Tuesday. When I hung up, I was scared out of mind. I       I was lying. I was not a writer at all and hadn’t even written a grocery list.
I interviewed Salome Bey the next Tuesday. I sat there      , taking notes and asking questions that all began with, “Can you tell me…?” I soon realized that       Salome Bey was one thing, but writing a story for a national magazine was just impossible. The       was almost unbearable. I struggled for days       draft（草稿）after draft. Finally I put my manuscript（手稿）into a large envelope and dropped it into a mailbox.
It didn’t take long. My manuscript      . How stupid of me! I thought. How could I      
in a world of professional writers? Knowing I couldn’t       the rejection letter, I threw the unopened envelope into a drawer.
Five years later, I was moving to California. While       my apartment, I came across the unopened envelope. This time I opened it and read the editor’s letter in      :
Ms Profit,
Your story on Salome Bey is fantastic. Yet we need some       materials. Please add those and return the article immediately. We would like to       your story soon.
Shocked, it took me a long time to      . Fear of rejection cost me greatly. I lost at least five hundred dollars and the chance of having my article appear in a major magazine. More importantly, I lost years of       writing. Today, I have become a full-time writer. Looking back on this      , I learned a very important lesson: You can’t       to doubt yourself.

As I held my father’s hands one night, I couldn’t help but notice their calluses(老繭）and roughness. His hands tell the story of his life as a      , including all his struggles.    
One summer, I remember, a drought (旱災(zāi)）hit Ontario, turning it into a      desert. On one of those hot mornings I was picking sweet corn with my dad to fill the last      from the grocery store. Fifty dozen was all we needed, which       took twenty minutes. That morning, however, the process didn’t      quickly. After forty minutes of aimlessly walking in the field, we        needed twenty dozen. I was completely frustrated and      . Dropping the basket heavily, I declared, “If the store wants its last twenty dozen, they can pick it themselves.” Dad      , “Just think, my little girl, only ten dozen left for each of us and then we’re      .” Such is Dad—whatever problem he      , he never gives up.
    , the disastrous (災(zāi)難性的) effects of the drought were felt all over our county. It was a challenging time for everyone,       Dad remained optimistic. He     to be grateful for other things like good health and food on our plates. Only then did I truly begin to      Dad and his faith that guided us through the hard times.
Dad is also a living example of real      . From dawn to dusk, he works countless hours to      our family. He always puts our happiness       his own, and never fails to cheer me on at my sports games      his exhaustion after long days. His loving and selfless nature has inspired me to become more sympathetic (同情心的) and      putting others first.
Dad, the life      I have learned from you will stay with me forever. You are my father, teacher, friend and, most importantly, my hero.

For several years, we lived at the end of a long Texas country road. Every evening when I was away from home on business, my little boy would ask permission of his mother to take his black       and his daddy’s walking stick, to make the half-mile       from the house to the fence which       the beginning of the dirty driveway.
One day, I was busy with my business and was       for about an hour, completely forgetting about the       little boy down the road who might be       for his daddy.
On my way home, the rain was so thick that I could not       ten feet in front of me. All I could       was finishing my journey and getting out of the rain.       , the downpour began to abate(減弱). It was only a drizzle(細雨) by the time my car turned the last       and approached the final street between me and a warm home and nice meal.
     , I caught sight of my little boy, who was       an umbrella in one hand, a walking stick in the other, and was wearing the biggest and most beautiful smile ever to lighten the       of a little boy.
As I stopped the car and       the door, he ran into my arms and held me long and hard. He was wet and       with cold, but he never      the rain, nor the hour-long wait. He simply said, “Daddy, I missed you. I am so glad you are home.”
Last year, we       to a wonderful new home provided for a special season in our lives. We no longer have a long country road.       , I have never forgotten the rainy day and the little boy and his black dog. Often, perhaps a thousand times, that       has occurred in my mind.     all events in our lives, it happens once, and must be treasured.

A Lesson in Caring
It was a cold evening. My daughter and I were walking up Broadway. I didn’t notice a guy sitting inside a cardboard box. But Nora    . She wasn’t even four, but she      at my coat and said, “That man’s cold. Daddy, can we take him home?”
I don’t remember my    . But I do remember a sudden     feeling inside me. I had always been delighted at how much my daughter noticed in her    , whether it was birds flying or children playing. But now she was noticing     and beggary.
A few days later, I saw an article in the newspaper about volunteers who picked up a food package from a nearby school on a Sunday morning and     it to an elderly person. I signed us up. Nora was     about it. She could understand the importance of food, so she could easily see how     our job was. When Sunday came, she was ready, but I had to     myself to leave the house to fetch the food package. On my way to the school, I fought a(n)     to turn back. The Sunday paper and coffee were waiting for me at home. Why do this?    , we phoned the elderly person we’d been appointed. She    us right over.
The building was in a bad state. A silver-haired woman in an old dress received us. Nora ran inside. I     followed. However, when we talked, I was moved by her struggle against the hard life and realized what our little help meant to her. When the time came to say goodbye, we three hugged. I walked home    , touched.
Professionals call such a     “a volunteer opportunity”. They are opportunities and I’ve come to see.     else but as volunteers do you have the opportunity to do something     that’s good for others as well as for yourself? Nora and I regularly serve meals to needy people and     clothes for the homeless. Yet, as I’ve     her grow over these past four years, I still wonder – which of us has benefited more?

I moved to Chicago ten years ago. As I was new to the area, I had     friends and seldom went out to parties. But a month later, I was invited to a party and there I     an elderly couple.
The wife and I     for a long time. She told me how     she was about her husband who was     a heart operation. At that time I was working as a researcher in the same     where the husband would be going for his operation,     I told her to take down my phone number and     me to let me know when he was there.
She phoned a few weeks later as     and told me that her husband was admitted to the hospital and     waiting. I told her that I would go and check on him every day while I was at    . I thought that if it was my dad, I would do the same, so I decided to give them some    .
Weeks turned into months and it just became my     to see them and keep track of how things were going before, during and after the heart operation. Sometimes I'd bring a     for him to read, or some food that we would share    . As time went by, it seemed like I became part of the    . Even after the husband returned from the hospital, we still often     each other on holidays.
Now, ten years later, I     my own family. Since our parents don’t     close by, this couple has become my son’s “l(fā)ocal” grandparents. My wife and I often feel truly     to have this couple as our “l(fā)ocal” parents! Sometimes family comes out of the most unexpected place.

While I was on my way into Wal-Mart, I was greeted by a woman working at the door. Before I wanted to buy what I wanted, I had a(n)     to make, and I was stopped by the woman, who wanted to    my bag. Usually I would have got angry, because I knew I didn’t steal. I had just noticed someone ahead of me being not so nice. That person treated this lady as if she was    . The person had just snatched(攫取) a bag back from her and stormed off    even saying “thank you”. I could say that this lady looked    , but she was still trying to make ends meet. I could tell this woman was    by what had just happened, and no one knew how many people had been    her that way all day long.
What if she was a grandmother who had to    her grandchildren, because the parents had just lost their life in an accident? What if her husband was seriously     and they couldn’t afford the medical expenses?
All she wanted was to do her    well. All she wanted was to    customers as she was trained. All she needed was to be    . I wondered whether I could be someone that she needed.
I looked her in her eyes as she scanned my bag, and then I smiled and said, “Your hair is beautiful!” Her face     and she told me how easy it was to manage her hair. She handed my bag back, and told me the customer service desk was straight down on my left. I said “Thank you!”

More Than I Had Dreamed Of
From the time I was seven, I had a dream of becoming a member of the Students Union. I always       my school leaders for taking responsibility for all of us. So I dreamed of being a leader.
Years flew by, and soon I was able to participate in the elections,       I would win. But the reality struck that I hadn’t had a chance. I wasn’t pretty. Girls across the school hardly knew me. I just did not have what it       to win a school election. I was       .
As I cried in my room that evening, I       took a deep breath and decided I wouldn’t stop dreaming. I decided that I would       elections again in my final year at school—and I would win.
I recognized that my       had a lot of things in their favor. What were the       that would work in my favor? I had good grades, and I was friendly and helpful. And my biggest         was the faith I had. I would not allow my       appearance to hold me back from putting my best foot forward. That evening, I       my election plans a whole year in advance.
I realized that girls would have to get to know me and recognize that I had the ability to       them. I loved making friends and I liked being helpful,       I decided that perhaps I could use these qualities to work to my advantage. In order to learn how to present a great election       , I also attended a course on effective public speaking.
The day after the election, when the principal(校長) announced I won the second highest number of votes, the students      . That joy on the faces of all my friends showed me that my victory was        theirs.
Suddenly, I realized that I had       much more than I had dreamed of. I had made many new friends and had helped people       the way. I had won the       and love of my school-mates and they knew me as somebody who would stand by them. I was able to put a smile on their faces and        their day.