As a child, I started learning to play the piano, my favorite musical 1,but I was forced to give up when I started my middle school 2 I could concentrate more on my studies.

    It's one of my biggest 3 to stop practicing the piano when I recall sadly today. During the following years, I kept telling my piano teacher that I would 4. However, I didn't keep my promise because I was 5 with my study. 6 I lost touch with my teacher. Some years later, my teacher died. I was very sad because I lost such a good teacher. She was a very warm and gentle person. It hurts me to think she may have been 7 that I never returned. I haven't taken lessons since then but to be honest, I 8 to. Sitting at the piano, I couldn't help recalling many 9—times of my practising at home and playing before my teacher and one time my teacher 10 me after I played entire pieces of music wrong in front of her colleagues. I was so 11 that I could hardly say anything. But her 12 helped ease my shame. These memories, 13, good or bad, never caused my 14 for playing the piano again.

      This thought then led me to think that 15 is like music, and that we all try to play different 16 in the instrument of our life. Sometimes the pitch(音高) is 17 when we play it well, but sometimes we are out of tone. However, we all continue to create our own 18 style of music. No matter what style our music is, it is 19 that we sing the songs of joy, quietness and love. Though I may never make it back to piano lessons, it doesn't 20 that I've stopped making music.

    One evening after reading a story entitled "A Lady",I began to recall an important moment in my life.It was simple but so precious that it has1inside my mind for years.

    It was a very cold winter evening when a friend of mine got seriously2and was rushed to Westchester Medical Center,where she stayed unconscious for quite a while.Finally she was3.A friend and I decided to4 her,so we bought some flowers and were on our way.After quickly parking the car and signing in,we reached her 5but only a few minutes were6with her.Pretty soon after our7we were asked to leave by the nurses.

    We headed out to the car8did we know that we had to pay for parking.We had no money aside from a spare dollar or two9from our lunch money that day.We had no idea what to do,so I10to pay with whatever money we had,11of course,I was way off.

    A very sweet-hearted woman cleared her throat and said "Excuse me" in order to catch my12.She handed me a $20 bill.I13that she should give me her14and address and I will15pay her back.She refused.I thanked her for her16and told her how much it was appreciated.she turned to me and17with one sentence,“Thank you;being able to help you makes me happy,too.”Her words were so unusual that I was very18to hear that.

    What she did might be considered a small act of19but it is something I will never forget because it taught me that helping others could20both the givers and the receivers.

    It was on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the spring of 1949 that I learned an important life lesson about judging others by their physical appearance.

    As a senior at school, I worked part time as a salesman in1center. The job provided a pleasant working environment and a modest2.My weekly paycheck3a base salary and commissions (佣金) earned on the 4of radios and music related accessories(配件).

For maximum5at acquiring commissions, especially on sales of higher-priced items, two other teenage salesmen and I used the "up" system, taking turns greeting6entering the shop.

    On that7afternoon, a tall, unshaven man walked in wearing clothing more 48 for yard work than for shopping.

This slim8fellow was my "up", but after glancing at his9 quickly concluded my10would be more profitably spent with another apparently11customer, so I looked at my co-worker Norman and signaled that I was giving up my12to him.

    Norman13 as this unseemly looking fellow walked to the radio display, pointed at the Trans-Oceanic and asked whether he had six in14 Norman looked15 then turned and went into the storeroom. He immediately16 and said that there were six. Then the buyer opened his checkbook and waited for Norman to write the17.And I was asked to help carry the six Trans-Oceanic boxes to the back seat of the buyer's car18nearby.

    Ever since that notable afternoon, some19years ago, I have carefully20judging others only on their appearance.

    It was Mother's Day and I was shopping at the local supermarket with my five-year-old son, Tenyson. As we were1, we realized that only minutes earlier an 2woman had fallen over at the entrance and hit her head on the ground.3was with her, but there was blood everywhere and the woman was embarrassed and clearly in shock.4, a lot of people stopped to help out.

    5we were walking towards the scene, Tenyson became very6about what had happened to the elderly couple. He7to me," Mom, it's not much fun falling over in front of 8."Seeing that there was a flower stall (摊位) at the front of the supermarket, he added, "Why shouldn't we9the lady a flower? It will make her feel better." I was10that he'd come up with this11 idea. So we went over and told the flower seller12we wanted. "Just take it," she replied. "I13take your money for such a wonderful14."

    By now medical staff had arrived, and were15the injured woman. We gave the flower to the woman's husband and I told him it was16my son. At that, the old man started crying and said, "Thank you very much." He then turned to me, "You have a 17son. Happy Mother's Day to you."

    The man bent down and gave his wife the flower, telling her who it was from.18being badly hurt, the old lady looked up at Tenyson with19in her eyes and gave him a little20.

    In the early days of reality television（电视真人秀）,I would get emails about competitions . In 2005, one arrived named Country Pub .It offered a(n)1 for couples to compete to run a pub.

    My partner, Monica, and I filled in the 2, and luckily we were invited to a filmed interview,But at Christmas I got a call saying we weren't going to be 3 and would be kept on the reserve list .We forgot all about it. 4 a few months later we were told the first couple had5 out and they wanted us to step in.

    On voting night, we won after a close game. But the producer told me the lease （租约）, in fact,6 to someone else. Towards the end of filming, we were 7 with a contract（合同）offering us 8 as pub managers for salary of £18,000. We wanted it so badly that we 9 .

    The show called Nobody's Inn was 10 on ITV several months later, in June 2006. Many people 11 it, which made the pub more popular .

    However, the leaseholder never wanted us there at all. 12, we conflicted . He sent me to work behind the 13 at another of his places. Seven months later, we 14 . At the locals in Plymouth saw us off and some 15 couldn't hold back tears.

    By then, we had found somewhere else and 16 there at Christmas 2006. It was everything we wanted the 17 experience to be: we even won a Campaign for Real Ale award. In 2009, we moved to Monica's village. Nowadays we still run it, and keep in touch with some of the 18 from Plymouth.

    The dream we were chasing might have gone 19, but we wouldn't be where we are now20 a few months behind the bar of Nobody's Inn.

    I was a young newspaper reporter, and I wanted to succeed. My first 1 was in Latin America. It was almost my last job.

    I had not 2 to stay in the village of Zacate, 3 it had been raining hard for a whole day. So I had to stay there.

    I found people there full of 4 . This village was at the foot of a volcano (火山). It was becoming more 5. Men, women and children came to the square. A few helped each other and went out of town to get as far away from the volcano as possible, with large and full 6 in their hands. Suddenly, I felt a strong 7. The villagers in the square 8 as soon as they felt the earthquake.

    Suddenly, I saw black smoke 9 down the side of the mountain towards the village. Trees and grass 10 up in a second. The volcano was coming so 11 that in less than a minute the roads to the villages were 12 . All I could do was watch and 13. Suddenly, my landlord (房东) cried out, "Look!" He 14 to a small hill. The lava (岩浆) was not coming over it but 15 on each side of the 16, leaving the village center 17. For a time, at least, we were 18, unless the lava grew much and bigger.

    My landlord gave me a wet blanket to cover myself to avoid the 19 and we poured water over our heads to cool ourselves. We could hardly breathe (呼吸) because of the heat and the 20 of the burning houses. Thanks to my landlord, I survived the volcano.