On our first anniversary, Jack bought a bottle of Casaque, an expensive cologne（古龙香水）for me. "We agreed to save the money for your postgraduate education", I said somewhat half-heartedly as I took it out from a beautifully-wrapped packet. "I am unable not to give something 1 to the world's most beautiful bride, honey!" I held it to my2, and smelled the most pleasant flavor I could ever3. Looking down at my4blue jeans and ugly, ragged tennis shoes, I wondered if I could ever be worthy of it. But I would 5. I used only a little of it every time 6Jack graduated and our life was financially easier. It's a 7the foolish love of a young husband.

       Then one day three-year-old Jim was sitting on the floor8the empty cologne bottle. His lips wet, he was making a(n) 9face. He drank my10cologne! "Jack, come quick," I cried, "can cologne11my baby? Jim drank the rest of it!" "It's mostly just alcohol, honey," Jack12me. Little Jim was fine, and my concern for my child was13. I now felt 14to see the empty cologne bottle.

      A few weeks later, Jack bought another bottle of my beloved cologne. I 15it as much as I had done to the earlier one. 16, it became three-quarters empty. I thought it best to buy another 17. But the shop assistant told me that there wasn't even a maker of that brand any more.

    Now I only use my special cologne on very important occasions, because there will be18to replace it when these last few precious19are gone. But from the bottom of my heart it's not three-quarters empty but still one-quarter full. Perhaps if I'm very careful, I can 20using it for the rest of my life.

    I believe in miracles(奇迹) because I've seen so many of them. One day, a patient was referred to me who was one hundred and two years old. 'there's a1in my upper jaw, " she said. "I told my own dentist it's nothing, but he 2I come to see you."

    Her eighty-year-old son accompanied her. He would3to add something, but she stopped him. She wanted to tell everything herself. I found a large cancer that spread over much of the4of her mouth. A careful examination later5that it was a particularly bad sort of cancer. During her next appointment, I explained to her the6of the problem. She clasped my hand in hers and said, "I know you're worried about me, but I'm just7."

    I thought otherwise(不同). After considerable8on my part, and kindness on her part because she wanted to9me, she agreed to have me refer her to a cancer surgeon. She saw him, but as I expected,10  treatment. About six months later she returned to my office, still energetic and11.

    “How are you?” I asked.

    “I'm just fine, honey, ” she responded12 high spirits. “When can I get started on fixing my dentures(假牙)?”

    Surprised to see her at all, I answered13, “Let me take a look in your mouth and we'll see about it.”

    I couldn't believe my eyes. The cancer that had14nearly the entire roof of her mouth was gone-only one small area of redness 15.

    I had read of such things happening, but had16seen them with my own eyes. That was my first miracle. Since then I've seen many others, because they keep getting17to see. In fact, miracles are daily events for me now. And people are a miracle,18through them we have a chance to know ourselves and to19the miracles of one another.

    Since my first miracle, I've come to understand that the place for a miracle is20we choose to find it.

Three years ago, when I entered my school for the first time, I was welcomed by students wearing white shirts with a badge (徽章) saying "Prefect" on them, who greeted me with the1"Welcome to Huaxia Middle School". I was immediately impressed and2 I could be one of them. Then next year, in the summer of 2016, my wish3 when I was selected to be a prefect. Just like the ones4 me, I was to stand at the school gate and 5 new freshmen.

    So, you may wonder, what 6 is a prefect? Prefects are student leaders in our school. They're usually top students7 from higher grades to help teachers run the school 8 of the classroom9 you're chosen to be a prefect, you need to be a nearly perfect student. Becoming a prefect wasn't10 for me. I used to be sensitive and 11 caring too much about what others thought of me. But since I was12 to become a prefect, I tried my best to be more brave and hardworking, making rapid13in a year.

    The biggest benefit of being a prefect is that it teaches me to be14 and set an example for lower grade students. I was a member of the school soccer team, but I wasn't a good 15 and felt embarrassed about my poor 16. After having some students from lower grades join our team, however, I knew that I had to set a good example. So, I kept practicing my skills and 17 greatly.

Being a prefect doesn't 18 mean I have a badge on my shirt. It also means that I have a hardworking attitude deep in my19"You can make it," I always remind myself. Becoming a prefect has20 me to work harder and become an even better person.

    Today my son didn't feel well and came home from school early. I decided to take him to lunch. On the way, he saw a woman pushing her cart along the street. He said to me, “Ma, she's wearing baseball cleats(夹板) as 1. I just wish I made enough money to be able to 2 a pair of comfortable shoes for 3 I see that doesn't have shoes.”

    We drove to a shopping center and he went inside. He 4 thought out what he'd get. He 5 the most comfortable and the longest lasting shoes that would keep her 6too. He 7 two pairs: athletic shoes and also boots for the winter, along with a six pack of socks.

    We drove back to find her and give her this 8. I had no intention of taking a 9, but I was holding my phone as I saw her reach up to 10 him. It choked me up and I couldn't 11 that moment. I opened the camera as quickly as I could and 12 it. It brought tears to my eyes as he hugged her and then helped her 13 the tags and put them on. He quietly got back into the 14 and he sat there for a minute or so. When he looked over at me he said, “Ma, today is her birthday. She was so 15.”

    He didn't ask questions or talk 16 about her situation. He simply 17. He took basically one week of his pay and made this lady's birthday 18. I challenge everyone to love a 19 with the 20 of a child. Show compassion and give what you can. It doesn't have to be a lot. 

    I used to hate running. It seemed too hard, and pushing outside my comfort zone was not what I was 1 to do. My husband Charles had been a serious competitive 2 for many years. After our marriage, he wouldn't 3 talking about how much he missed it. So he picked it up again, and after about a year, I started to 4 him at the track. Just a few weeks later, Charles 5 us both up for a five-kilometer race. I 6 about doing it. It was too soon.

But on race day, there I was. The gun 7. Thousands of runners pushed forward. The first kilometer was tough. "I don't think I'm gonna make it." I was already breathing 8 and painfully aware of the group of runners pounding past me. "No, you're doing great," said Charles. He was trying to encourage me, to get me focused on something else 9 my discomfort. "I can't," I said, barely audibly (听得见地). He tried a 10 way to persuade me. "Just make it to that house and let's see how you 11."

After another minute I saw the three-kilometer mark. All I could think of was that I was dying and that my husband made me 12. Miserable doesn't even begin to describe how I felt. "You'll be fine. You've got less than a kilometer to go." I rounded a corner, and saw both sides of the street 13 with people watching the race, all cheering the runners on. I willed my 14 to keep going. Then I looked up and saw the clock. The seconds ticking away gave me 15. I knew that if I 16finished this race I would achieve something. 17, I straightened up and kicked it. I had my arms held higher when I passed through the finish line. A volunteer18 a medal around my neck.

"You did great! I'm so proud of you!" Charles was 19 that I'd made it. "That was AMAZING! I want to do another race. This running stuff is amazing!" I proudly 20 my medal as we walked to the post-race festivities. My lungs and my comfort zone both expanded.

    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."