My mom died when I was two years old. She died in an accident when 1 to visit her parents. I was in the backseat, and wasn't2. I don't remember anything about her. The only few things I know are from the3my dad tells me. I4with only my dad and myself. I love my dad, but sometimes it was5like being in elementary school when Mother's Day was coming, kids would decorate cards, and so on. Then to make it 6 there was “Tea Party with Mom” day for 2nd and 3rd grade when kids and their7would come during the school day and have8and snacks... except my dad would let me9those days, and we would do something 10together like going to Disneyland. I never exactly felt 11even though I didn't have a mom.

    My dad worked very hard. My mom died right as he 12from Harvard Law, and he tried to be both a good 13and a great dad, but also he tried to play both14as dad and mom. I remember all the other girls in my 2nd grade class had hair braided (辫子), and I15that too. So my dad would braid my hair every morning before 16 It makes me smile just to 17 it.

    I think about not having mother occasionally, and18it does bother me, like the19that on Mother's Day my dad and I visit my mom's grave, and bring her 20yellow roses.

    Maybe I don't have exactly what I want, but I have what I need.

    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.

    I was standing in the checkout line behind a woman who looked to be in her 60s. When it was her turn to pay, the cashier(收银员) 1 her by name and asked her how she was doing. The woman looked down, shook her hand, and said, “Not so good. My husband just lost his job and my 2 son is up to his old tricks again. The truth is, I don't know how I'm going to 3 the holidays. ”Then she gave the cashier food stamps.

    My heart 4. I wanted to help but didn't know how. Should I offer to 5 her groceries or ask for her husband's situation?

    6 I walked into the parking lot, I spotted the woman returning her shopping cart. I remembered something in my purse that I thought might help her. It wasn't a handful of cash or an 7 of a job for her husband, but maybe it would make her life 8.

    My heart beat faster as I 9 the woman. “Excuse me,” I said, my voice trembling a bit. “I couldn't help overhearing what you said to the cashier. It sounds like you're going through a really 10 time right now. I'm so sorry, but I'd like to give you something.”

    I took a small card out of my purse and 11 it to her.

    When the woman read the only two words on the card, she began to cry. And through her 12, she said, “You have no idea how much this 13 to me.”

    I was a little 14 by her reply. Having never done anything like this before, I didn't know what kind of 15 I might receive. All I could think to respond was, “Oh! Would it be OK to give you a 16?

    After we hugged 17, I walked back to my car and began to cry, too.

    The words on the card?

    “You Matter.”

    A few weeks earlier, a colleague gave a similar card as 18 for a project I was working on. When I read the card, I felt a 19 glow(光辉，喜悦)spread inside of me. Deeply touched, I came home and ordered my own box of You Matter cards and started 20 them.

    I became a gardener when I was twelve. My early 1 of gardening may not have come from my love for nature. It was to 2 my parents.

    At that time we had a big yard in which a beautiful maple tree stood. But my mother often looked with 3 at this work of natural art. Those golden leaves seemed like tons of rubbish to her, something else to 4. Seeing the neighbors busy with gardening, my father even thought it a waste of time.

    At that age, I always did something 5 to whatever my parents did! If gardening were something they found 6, I would plant a garden!

    I planted some lily seeds in the yard. But they failed to 7, I continued to plant sunflower seeds and roses. Wild 8 joy, I found the first rose bloom (开花). One by one, the flowers bloomed their heads off. 9, I was touched by this land of wonder.

    10, my parents showed no interest in my garden. My father even 11at me because he found it was 12 to move around my garden to the driveway. To my mother's 13, I put in her vase my real roses which in her eyes were simply weeds 14 flowers.

    Regardless of their 15, I kept on planting my garden and 16 to enjoy the pleasure of gardening. Plants make such good companions: they breathe, they bloom, they 17 to care and love.

    It has been many years since I made my first garden out of my desire to 18 my parents. Today I become known as Mrs. Green thumbs (手指), teaching gardening and hosting a gardening show, which makes my parents feel very 19. And now I could say it my affection for 20 that makes me a real gardener.

    Since I introduced animals into my child psychotherapy(心理治疗) practice, my life as a doctor has been full of wonders. One Friday afternoon Diane, a dark-haired five-year-old, who had 1 said a word to anyone outside her home environment, came to me for 2 help.

    When Diane and her parents were 3 in the waiting room, my dog, Puppy, and I walked out to 4 them. I noticed immediately Diane sat with her head down, her eyes directed toward the floor in front of her, making no move to 5.

    Puppy, walking ahead of me, made a beeline for Diane. Because Diane's head was 6, Puppy was just three feet from her when the girl finally 7 sight of him. Startled by the 8 sight, the girl's eyes became huge and then her mouth curved slowly into a smile. Puppy stopped 9 in front of Diane and laid his head in her lap.

    I greeted Diane, but she didn't 10. Instead, she began to silently pet Puppy's head, running her 11 softly over Puppy's ears and nose. Obviously she was still 12, but she was smiling and seemed to be enjoying her 13 with Puppy.

    Then I gave Puppy a hand 14 to go back into the inner office. As Puppy walked away, I watched Diane's face fall and her eyes take on a 15 look. I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't 16 you wanted Puppy to stay. All you have to do for him to come back is say, 'Puppy, come.'"

    After struggling inside, Diane called in a soft 17, "Puppy, come; please come." As Diane's parents watched in tears, I gave Puppy another signal and he ran over to the girl who 18 her chair and hugged Puppy tightly around the neck. Seeing this, I was 19, for Diane had taken the first step in her journey toward being able to interact(互动) with the world outside her home and Puppy had20his magic again.

    A pioneering dancer is proving that you can chase your dreams-even in a wheelchair. Since the age of three, Chelsie Hill had1of becoming a dancer. "The only thing that I2was dance," she told CBS News.

    That ambition nearly3one night in 2010. Hill,4a 17-year-old high school senior in Pacific Grove, California, was in a car accident that put her in the5for 51 days and left her paralyzed (瘫痪) from the6down.

    For most people, that would have7any hope of a dancing career. For Hill, it was the8. Far from being an obstacle (障碍), her wheelchair9her. "I wanted to prove to my community—and to myself-that I was still ‘10,'" she told Teen Vogue. "Whatever normal meant."

    Normal for her meant11so Hill did it in her wheelchair right12her nondisabled high school dance team. "Half of my13was taken away from me, and I have to move it with my,14," Hill told Today. "It definitely15a lot of learning and patience."

    After16, Hill wanted to expand her dance network to include17like her. She met people online who had suffered various physical injuries but shared her determination, and she invited them to dance with her. "It was such a(n)18experience." Hoping to reach more people in a larger city, Hill19to Los Angeles in 2014 and formed a team of dancers with disabilities she calls the Rollettes.

    "I want to20the stereotype (模式化观念) of wheelchair users and show that dance is dance, whether you're walking or you're rolling," she told CBS News.