I was assigned to take care of this patient a couple of weeks ago and began to grow closer to her. Communicating with her was 1 because everything she wanted to say to me had to be written on a notepad. As a nursing graduate, I was able to2her mind by observing even a slight 3 in a patient's facial expression.

    One day, when I was checking the patient, she 4 me on the shoulder to show me a note, “Do you think I could be let go5 the hospital in a month to see my niece get married? Taking her hand in mine, I told her that I could not 6 her, because I did not want to leave her a 7 sense of hope.8, I made her believe that I would be there with her every step of the way toward9. Hearing that, the patient gave me a 10 and a hug.

    Day by day, I built her 11 by walking around the floor with her. As I did this, I could see before my own eyes that her health was 12 improving and able to walk more steadily. On her last day in hospital, just before her niece's 13, she wrote me one last note, “I couldn't have done this 14 you; I love you.” After kissing goodbye, I had a strong sense of achievement. I realized that moments like this were 15 I woke up early for 16 in the hospital and spent long hours with her. I truly felt, and her 17.confirmed, that I was an 18 part of this woman's recovery. My experience with this patient shows me that this career allows me to touch the 19 of people in ways that people in other20 will never get to experience.

    I was a lovely child with a loving family. I was not a (n) 1, but a leader in school. But what made me special was not seen from the outside: I was 2 about life. My best character was my personality.

    At age twelve, my life had a breakdown. It was then that I developed OCD (强迫症). I was no longer the 3 girl. I finally told my mother I was suffering from depression. I started taking medicine. 4, the medicine did help. But one thing didn't 5: I still was overwhelmed with depression. I still was 6 sad and I started to believe that my life no longer 7.

    Thinking my life no longer had 8, I decided suicide was the solution. I wrote a note to all my friends and family, expressing I was 9 for leaving them. As I was folding the note, my eyes fell on a photograph. It was a little girl wearing a carefree smile.

    It took me a few minutes to 10 who the girl in the photo was. I 11 couldn't believe that smiling child was me! It seemed my younger self had sent me a 12. Right then and there I knew I couldn't 13 myself. Once I had been a strong girl, and I had to be like that again. I swore I wouldn't only 14 my medicine. I would fight the depression with my 15, too.

    It's been two years 16 I recovered. The real reason I'm 17 is that I refused to let depression 18 my life. I learned a lifelong 19: Never give up. Life is good. Everyone has 20 in life, but everyone can survive. I am living proof of that.

    Todd Jones is a 15­year­old student from Washington, D.C. In a chat room called Webfriends, he started talking to someone 1 to be a 13­year­old junior high school student in Texas named Josh. For several weeks, they chatted online about their hobbies and quickly 2. Then Josh started telling Todd about his 3. He said that his father had lost his job and his grandmother was very ill. 4 money was urgently needed, he wondered if Todd could help. Feeling bad for his new friend, Todd transferred(转账) $50 to Josh's bank account.

    Two weeks later, Josh asked Todd for $50 to help pay for school supplies like notebooks. 5, Todd sent the money. Over the next month, Josh asked Todd for money five times, for a total of $300. Gradually, Todd was beginning to feel 6 of his chat room friend. He turned to Bob Howard, a cybercrime specialist at the police department. After some checking, Howard discovered that Todd's chat room friend was not 13­year­old Josh from Texas but 38­year­old David Klein from New York. As it 7, Klein had made friends with more than twenty middle school students in different chat rooms, using a different 8 each time. By claiming to be poor or ill, Klein had 9 more than $3, 000 from these students.

    Howard urges everyone to be 10 when they visit chat rooms: "Never send money to someone you meet online or meet online friends in person."

    Confidence has nothing to do with your figure. I learned this recently.

    Every day I'd look in the mirror, hate what I see, and repeat the words1, "I am beautiful." Sometimes I'd even grit my teeth (咬紧牙关) to2the words out. But I3saying it, no matter what.

    It was at the4of my friend that I began this5. He said he wanted to be friends with me because of my6and gentle character. Besides, he also saw me as beautiful and it7him that I couldn't see it in myself.

    For a long time, I had8that my weight made me a second-rate person. Years of being fat and years of being9had caused me to build a cocoon (茧) around myself. I10thought that if I stayed quiet, maybe I would be safe. I put myself in layers of11, my heart breaking a little more with each wedding invitation. I12hoping for my true love, believing I wasn't good enough.

    It wasn't until I met him that I was determined to be happy on my own and things began to13. He pointed out my14personalities and excellent qualities and made me repeat them out loud. I laughed at first because it felt15, but I kept at it every day.

    Then one day, a(n)16thing happened. Staring into the mirror, I realized with a(n)17that I believed it! He wasn't18and it was true-I'm beautiful! The layers of my cocoon suddenly disappeared. And nowadays, I learn to love myself and keep19no matter what my dress size is. Indeed, confidence comes from20.

    A pioneering dancer is proving that you can chase your dreams-even in a wheelchair. Since the age of three, Chelsie Hill had1of becoming a dancer. "The only thing that I2was dance," she told CBS News.

    That ambition nearly3one night in 2010. Hill,4a 17-year-old high school senior in Pacific Grove, California, was in a car accident that put her in the5for 51 days and left her paralyzed (瘫痪) from the6down.

    For most people, that would have7any hope of a dancing career. For Hill, it was the8. Far from being an obstacle (障碍), her wheelchair9her. "I wanted to prove to my community—and to myself-that I was still ‘10,'" she told Teen Vogue. "Whatever normal meant."

    Normal for her meant11so Hill did it in her wheelchair right12her nondisabled high school dance team. "Half of my13was taken away from me, and I have to move it with my,14," Hill told Today. "It definitely15a lot of learning and patience."

    After16, Hill wanted to expand her dance network to include17like her. She met people online who had suffered various physical injuries but shared her determination, and she invited them to dance with her. "It was such a(n)18experience." Hoping to reach more people in a larger city, Hill19to Los Angeles in 2014 and formed a team of dancers with disabilities she calls the Rollettes.

    "I want to20the stereotype (模式化观念) of wheelchair users and show that dance is dance, whether you're walking or you're rolling," she told CBS News.

Yardley has a long history as a community that cares. For the past four decades, the members of St Andrew's community service center have been selfless,1meals for elderly and shut-in residents in the region every month.

Barbara enjoyed this2twice. "When I broke both my legs, the service center fed my husband and me in such abundance (丰富) that with great gratitude I had to say3," she says. "My husband —4asked me to break my legs every month because he5the food." When he passed away, the cards and calls were "6", Barbaba says. They helped her know she was never7.

A disaster happened, ending their proud 37-year8of making meals together, but it didn't break the spirit of 9far from it. Instead, the volunteers in the service center took to10in their homes, Soon, volunteers were 111000 meals each week. And many ingredients in those meals were12. In spring. St Andrew's provided seeds — tomatoes, beans, basil, and more — to Yardley residents to13at home. The gardeners then brought their vegetables back to the center to14with it.

What a spread of 15! That's what makes Yardley charming!