Eight years ago, when Kyle Amber was five years old, he came face-to-face with a huge problem: His brother, Ian, ten, was diagnosed with leukemia(白血病). Their parents, Laurie and Henry, were spending much of their1with him in hospital. Kyle often felt alone and 2

    What could a kindergartner do? Not much, it seemed.3, Kyle was determined. He looked around and saw lots of kids being4for cancer and decided he could help them by helping the hospital, which was trying to5money for bone-marrow(骨髓)transplant.

    But how? Since Kyle's grandfather was in the printing business, he6bring decorative cards for Kyle, who7with the idea of selling them8. He made a large sum of momey-$80-for the hospital. His next9was a candy sale at this school, Palmetto Elementary, and it has turned into an annual10.

    And then people in Miami read about his efforts and were inspired to11to donate more money and toys, and things just snowballed.

    Within a year Kyle's idea turned into an official fund-raising organization called Kids That Care Cancer Fund. Today it is one of the12organizations in the country run by kids and13kids. It's hard to estimate just14the group has collected, says Laurie, but it is more than $100,000. As the Mayor of Miami wrote to Kyle, “ Your efforts have made a remarkable15in the lives of many suffering from this disease.”

    Never once has Kyle thought of16, because the smiles of the kids are too important. “ Basically, the entire feeling that you get is very17,” he explains. Helping other kids has taught him to be less18. And there's another thing he learns for sure: “ There is19going to be a time when you're going to have a very hard barrier,” he says. “20you overcome that, you can do anything.”

    I was 18 years old when Tim and I began to date.1 and quiet. I'd met his parents once before but hadn't ventured to say more than “Hello”. This particular evening we were taking them out to dinner for their anniversary and I wanted to make a good 2on them.

    Tim and his parents had arrived to pick me up. I 3 out of my home as soon as possible. My good impression began with “on time ”. I sat in the backseat 4 watching his father's eyes glancing into the rearview mirror to 5 me.

    They had already decided on their favorite 6 and that was fine with me, the 7 lighting would hide the rising flush(红晕) in my cheeks, and if anyone noticed, I could 8 it on the peppers. With9 table manners I managed to survive halfway through dinner.10 in the midst of conversation I 11 for my iced tea, raised the glass to my 12and very quickly discovered I had picked up the13glass.

    I quickly 14 the glass and set it back but it was too15 I had burnt my eyebrows, and curl over my forehead! I looked up slowly,16no one had seen me, but each face stared at me in 17 silence. Excusing myself, I ran to the restroom. Soon afterwards, Tim's mother arrived. “Everything will be just fine,” she said 18.

    Tim and I eventually got 19. We had a small ceremony afterwards held at the restaurant where this 20 occurred. This time, however, I didn't drink any candles.

    As my husband, Doug, stood on the busy New York city street to stop a taxi, I tried to protect my daughter from the cold December wind and rain. I put my head down to kiss her tiny face.

    1 and wet, my husband gave up his attempt to nag down a taxi. I knew the 2.Just after her first birthday, we were told our daughter Katie has a 3brain illness. Since that moment, Doung and I felt like runners in a marathon race where the finish line kept4 . We knew Katie was runn.ng out of 5. It had taken months before we finally had a name for the 6 ， but we were told only a few specialists in the world knew how to7 it. Now, as we finally found a brilliant doctor to 8 our girl, we were in a strange9 in the cold rain.

    Just at the moment, a middle-aged woman pulled over and said, “Pardon me? May I offer you a(n)10?”

    Before we could say anything, she continued, “It's really no11for me. Just get in.”

    It was then that I noticed her thick Irish accent, which 12me up like hot soup. We simply said, “Thanks! Roosevelt Hospital, please,” as we got in her car for the ride.

    “Are you going13the baby?” she asked us.

    I nodded my head, holding back my 14.

    At the hospital, we 15her a dozen times for the ride. As the woman hugged me, I16her face was wet with tears. She promised to17for us before she left.

    After three more visits to New York and two more 18surgeries (手术)，Katie is cured. But the 19 of the Irish Angel still rang as a constant reminder of a tiny ray of light that appeared in our20 days.

    Abbaye, a master artist, was ready to retire in 1392.One day, Bartoli, a rich Italian merchant, 1him saying, “Could you 2 my portrait on my banquet room wall? It's 20 feet tall.”

    “I'm ready to retire，” Abbaye shook his head, “so I'm not 3.” But seeing the disappointment in Bartoli's eyes, he 4 his mind.“Well, there's a possibility if you can find it in your 5to allow me to explore the6of my abilities.Furthermore, only I can see your 7.So I insist that while I work your portrait I stay 8—even from you！”

    “No problem，” Bartoli agreed, though he thought it was 9.“Anything you wish, but it must look realistic.”

    Immediately the master artist 10 a high curtain in front of the wall, through which Bartoli couldn't see at all.

    A week passed.“How is it coming？” asked the 11 Bartoli.

    “It's coming quite well.You see, a masterpiece 12 quite a while at least.” Abbaye answered from behind the 13.

    Another three, four weeks passed and 14 half a year went by.Bartoli lost his 15.“Today I must see it！” he shouted.

    Stepping from behind the curtain 16 surprised by such anger, Abbaye said calmly, “That's fine.You needed only to request it.” And he 17 aside the 20­foot curtain.

    Bartoli stared at the masterpiece and then his mouth 18 open.He was obviously so angry that his eyes 19 red.So what was wrong? Abbaye had drawn to his heart's20 for 20 feet tall.Perhaps Bartoli couldn't tolerate his abstract expression, which Picasso would have been proud of.

    I often show my students inspiring videos to start their day. I never know which ones will make a huge impact, 1 I know they always reach the kids on some level. I recently showed my kids a video, where the 2 was “I am enough.”

    When the 3 was over, I had each child say out loud, “I am enough.” It was 4 to see their backs straighten and their faces 5 as they declared this for themselves.

    I posted about this on my Facebook page and how 6 I felt to get to work with such openhearted, amazing kids. A friend of mine 7 the post, watched the video, and felt moved. So moved, 8, that a few days later I went to my mailbox and9 a beautiful ring stamped with “I am enough.” It was such an unbelievable gift of kindness and I 10 how this simple video was going.

    The following day I was leaving my classroom, and I 11 my warm-up white board had been changed. Instead of the instructions I had for the following morning, one of my students had written, “I am enough. You are enough. ”I 12 the addition of “You are enough” 13 it shows they are not only thinking about their value but the value of others. How 14 is that?

    I also received an email from one of the 15 of my students. She told me she found a picture of hearts and the 16, “I am enough, you are enough'' on her daughter's desk. I couldn't 17 this simple saying was reaching so 18 and so far. It made my heart filled with 19 thinking how blessed I am to get to 20 with these kind little souls every day.

    A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox (儿童玩耍的沙场).  In the process of creating roads in the soft sand, he 1 a large rock in the middle of the sandbox.

    The boy 2 around the rock, managing to move it from the sand. With a little bit of 3, he pushed the rock out of the sandbox by using his feet. When the boy got the rock to the edge of the sandbox, 4, he found that he couldn't 5 it up and over the little wall. The rock was too 6 for his small body.

    As he 7 to accept his failure, the little boy dug, pushed and dragged, but every time he thought he had made some 8, the rock rolled and then fell back into the sandbox. The little boy 9 again and again, but his only 10 was to have the rock roll back.

    11 he burst into tears. All the time the boy's father 12 from his living room window as the story continued. At the moment the tears fell, a 13 voice rose above the boy's head. It was the boy's father. 14 but firmly he said, "Son, why didn't you use all the 15 that you had?" Defeated, the boy replied with tears, "But I did, Daddy, I did! I 16 all the strength that I had!" "No, son." 17 the father kindly. "You didn't use all the strength you had. You didn't  18 me to help you." With that the father picked up the rock and 19 it from the sandbox.

    Do you have "rocks" in your life that need to be removed? Are you discovering that you don't have the strength it takes to lift them? There is one who is always available to us and willing to 20 you with the strength you need.