A big company wanted to find someone to work for them. Lots of young college students came to ask {#blank#}1{#/blank#} the job, but only a small part of them were left. And this time, the company didn't plan to choose the right persons as usual.

    Here came the day when they took the final interview. A big box {#blank#}2{#/blank#} of papers was placed on the way to the interview room, and a few papers were lying around the box.

    The {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (one)student came. He hurried along the way to take the interview. "Who put this box in the middle of the road?" the student said to {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (he), but he did not try to move the box away. Instead, he passed around the box and continued his way.

    The second student came along and {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (do)the same thing. Then another came, and another. All of them complained(抱怨)about the box but6. {#blank#}6{#/blank#}of them tried to move it. What's worse, someone even stepped(踩)on the papers and left without {#blank#}7{#/blank#} (have)a look at the things on the ground.

    Half {#blank#}8{#/blank#} hour later, a thin young man with glasses came. He was also among those who were left to take the interview. He saw the box and the papers around it. Without thinking twice, he {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (stop)and began to pick up the papers and put them into the box. Then he managed to move the box to the side. To his great surprise, he found an {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (invite)under the box. On it were the following words, "Congratulations, young man! You are the right person we are looking for！Would you like to join us?"

    Sometimes, you see, helping others is helping yourself.

    Night after night, she came to help me sleep, even long after my childhood years.

    I don't remember {#blank#}1{#/blank#} it first started making me a little angry- my mom's hands pushing my hair that way. But it really made me {#blank#}2{#/blank#} ( comfortable), for they felt rough (粗糙的) against my young skin. {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (final), one night, I shouted at her, "Don't do that anymore. Your hands are too rough!" She didn't say anything, {#blank#}4{#/blank#} she never did it again.

    Years later, I missed my mother's hands and her goodnight kiss on my face. I'm not a little girl any more. My mom is {#blank#}5{#/blank#} her mid-seventies，and her rough hands are still doing things for my family and me.

    Now my own children have grown up. It was late on Thanksgiving Eve. As I slept in my bedroom, a familiar hand ran across {#blank#}6{#/blank#} (I) face to push the hair from my head. Then a kiss, ever so {#blank#}7{#/blank#}(soft), touched my brow(额头).

    {#blank#}8{#/blank#} (take) my mom's hand, I told her how sorry I was for the night I shouted at her. But my mom didn't know what I was talking about. She had forgotten it long ago.

    That night, I fell {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (sleep) with the new appreciation(感激) for my mother's caring hands. And {#blank#}10{#/blank#} guilt(内疚) that I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found.