Jack Bruce,singer,songwriter and bassist（低音歌手）for legendary 1960s rock band Cream,died Saturday at 71. Bruce's family confirmed the1of the Scottish musician on his official website and Facebook page."The world of music will be a poorer place without2 ,but he lives on in his3 and forever in our hearts."

    Considered one of the greatest rock trios（三重奏）of all time,Cream was4by Bruce,guitarist Eric Clapton and drummer Ginger Baker in 1966.The5 produced such hits as "Sunshine of Your Love" “White Room” "Crossroads" and "Strange Brew",many of which Bruce wrote and 6 .He also helped7the memorable guitar riff（重复乐节）in "Sunshine of Your Love".

    The band members' infighting and drug use became almost as well-known as their musical talent,and the group8ways in 1968."Jack felt that he had been lost too9 from his ideals and wanted to10his musical and social roots,"according to his official biography.

    Born to11parents in Glasgow,Scotland,in 1943,Bruce played in various dance bands and jazz groups before joining the Graham Bond Organization in 1962,12he met Baker.He later13 John Mayall's Blues Breakers and met guitarist Eric Clapton,14the formation of Cream.

    After group 15 ,Bruce went on to record solo albums and front bands.He16 more than a dozen solo albums over the next four decades,including his latest,"Silver Rails"in March.Cream17 briefly in 1993 for the band's being introduced to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

    Baker expressed18on his Facebook page for the loss of a fine man.“My thoughts and wishes are with his19  at this difficult time.”

    Clapton,on his Facebook page,said Bruce "was a great20 ,and a great inspiration to me".

    It just seems right that homelessness is everywhere. But to a nine-year-old girl named Hailey Ford, she believes everyone should have a place to1 .

    She got the idea after 2a homeless man holding a piece of paper that said：“Hungry& Homeless” while out shopping with her mother. They gave the man a 3, but Hailey began thinking about how she could do 4 and continue providing food to the people in 5. Later she set up Hailey's Harvest, a garden with its own6. She grows fruits and vegetables, and 7her progress online.

    Harley soon realized that food was not 8.The inspiration behind the garden led Hailey to work on building mobile 9for the homeless in her community. In an effort to help, her mom Miranda10to apply for a grant.11 , many companies12 donate useful items to this amazing cause. Each environmentally friendly small home is13with a shingled roof, drywalls, wood siding, vinyl flooring, window curtains, a solar-powered lamp and most importantly, a14 on the front door.

    Hailey receive no 15for her hard work. The homeless, her mom said, are people she 16as her friends. It's that17, in part, that keeps her going and Miranda's selflessness comes from a place which seems 18 to most but seems completely natural to them. Though Hailey admits she gets19sometimes, she will continue her work because 20 can be better to change the world.

A Good Man

    It's a late Saturday afternoon in early March, and I am sweating in search of the only gift my son wants from Los Angeles: a 1 to the homes of the stars such as Brad Pitt and Jet Li.

    A cheerful taxi driver says, “No problem. Map sellers are everywhere!” When the taxi stops, a fellow 2 with a thin folded sheet and says: “Ten dollars.”

    Ten dollars! With absolute 3I inform him, “That's too much.” The map man leaves. I begin walking, certain I'll find a (an)4 star map soon.

    I am 5. There's hardly anybody on the street. There don't seem to be many real stores, just cars and bars. No maps. No stars. Blocks pass. The sun begins to sink. At the edge of West Hollywood6fellow wanders ahead, selling star maps to some teenage girls.

    Ten dollars7. Forget it. My son will 8.

    That night, I call my wife. “Did you get one of those maps to the stars? He's been talking about 9else.”

    This10is hard to ignore. It's late. At all-night markets: no maps. I head back to the hotel. Morning is coming. There will be one last11. After I check out, I take a taxi. But at nine in the morning, map sellers are 12 to be found.

    “You know,” says the driver, “The guys with the maps just aren't up yet!” He's right.

    “Forget it. Let's go to the airport.”

    “Well,” says the driver, “I could 13 you one if you like.”

    Sure. Trust this guy? I might as well throw cash onto the freeway. But exiting the taxi, I14 my last chance. I hand him $13 and my business card. Three weeks pass. I've15 on the star map. My son has stopped mentioning it.

    Then one afternoon, sticking out from under piles of flyers, there it is: a big white envelope. There is a small note. I can hardly read it16 I make out a few phrases一“forgive17 “taxi's been down” and, finally, “here's map for your son.” There's no return address. It's signed, “kind regards, M.”

    I hold the note in my hand18 what my son said to me when I got back from Los Angeles.

    “Did you meet any 19 Dad?” he asked.

Now I know what to tell him.

    “Yes, I did. I met a guy named M.”

    If you never 20 anybody, you'll never find the good guys.

    My dad and I were enemies. And I was not the only one in the family that made him 1. When he and mom argued, they would make the house a 2 place. They would 3 for hours over the stupidest things.

    My brother and I would clearly get out of their 4, trying to keep their yelling at a distance. Often we'd 5 up in the backyard with the cats which were afraid that dad might 6 them.

    My mom was the 7 person, who was kind, and easily gave you 8. It wasn't that hard to side with her against dad. The 9 didn't change until I was 18 and had a job. My dad was so much older than mom and had become weak 10 could still act up. I was so hating him that I planned for an 11! After one year, I told mom we were all, 12, going to get free of dad. I got her to agree to 13 with us.

    Nobody ever actually said to my dad, “You can't 14,” but it was understood. He stayed behind, alone in the house. From that time on, he seemed to age 15 into a fearful and lonely old man.

    Two weeks later, my dad was hit by a car. In the 16, for the first time, I felt sad and guilty that he was badly hurt and in 17. I had been so angry and so busy 18 everything for my mom, my brother and me but left out the person who needed 19 most. In fact, some people simply don't know how to be their best selves. If nobody 20 to help them get free, there's no way for them to change.

    When I was young, I read only comic books. My mother, who was a keen reader, tried to get me to read regular books, but they seemed 1 to me. Why would anyone want to read a book without pictures, I wondered? It would be 2 watching a movie with your eyes closed. And novels seemed to be too 3! In my mind, a comic book was a roller coaster ride 4 a novel was five hours in rush hour traffic.

    Whenever she saw me with a comic book, my mother would complain, which totally 5 my comic book reading experience. One summer, she even 6 me. "If you don't read at least one book this summer, we're not going to go on our camping trip," she said. What could I do? I had been looking forward to that 7 for months!

    "Fine," I 8, "I'll read one book. "9, my mother took me down to her evil dungeon (地牢), the local 10, where the librarian 11 The lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, the first book of The Chronicles of Narnia by C. S. Lewis. I unwillingly 12 the book while my mother and the librarian exchanged a(n) 13 glance.

    When we got home, I cracked the book open and started reading. I 14 I'd read the first few pages then skip to the end because I knew my mother would 15 me about it. Imagine my 16 when my mother called me to dinner and I was halfway through the book! 17 a comic book was a roller coaster ride, the novel was all the rides at Disney world rolled into one!

    I 18 reading the entire The Chronicles of Narnia series that summer, which I consider the 19 of my great friendship with books. Now I read an average of one book a week, and sometimes my wife 20 that I read too much!

I recently read Pablo Picasso's quote, "I'm always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it." It reminded me of myself—and how I do, learn, and improve. I recalled one of my earliest memories of doing before learning: baking scones(烤饼) when I was 10 years old. I wanted to bake scones for my mom.

I always sat at the kitchen table when my mom baked, and I had observed her process numerous times. She always used a recipe book and followed the process carefully. As I started to try, I didn't know I shouldn't handle the dough (面团) with my hands too much once I had added the baking powder(发酵粉). However, I knew exactly how to roll out the dough and use a cookie cutter to cut the scones, because I had repeated it in my mind hundreds of times.

As my mom arrived home, the smell of freshly baked scones welcomed her into the kitchen. They were baked to golden brown perfection—flat, as a result of over-handling the dough, but they tasted OK. My mom praised me for my attempt, rather than blaming me for the state of the kitchen, which was a surprise! That night she told my dad how proud she was, and what a good job I'd done. Over time, she taught me the finer tricks of baking and cooking.

My habit of doing before learning still stands me in good stead. Whatever computer program or application I have to learn, I do so by simply starting to use it. I learn as I go on, and I've often been able to help others because I've gone through the process of learning from beginning to end. What I discovered from my experience is the wisdom to know when it's OK to do and then learn, and when it's probably better to learn and then do!