I entered St Thoma's Hospital as a medical student at the age of 18 and spent five years there. I was an unsatisfactory student, for my heart, as you might have guessed, was not in it. I wanted, I had always wanted to be a writer, and in the evening, after my high tea, I wrote and read. Before long, I wrote a novel, called "Liza of Lambeth", which I sent to a publisher and was accepted. It appeared during my last year at the hospital and had something of a success. It was of course an accident, but naturally I did not know that. I felt I could afford to give up medicine and make writing my profession; so, three days after I graduated from the school of medicine, I set out for Spain to write another book. Looking back now and knowing as I do the terrible difficulties of making a living by writing, I realize I was taking a fearful risk. It never even occurred to me.

    The next ten years were very hard, and I earned an average of £100 a year. Then I had a bit of luck. The manager of the Court Theatre put on a play that failed; the next play he arranged to put on was not ready, and he was at his wits' end. He read a play of mine and, though he did not much like it, he thought it might just run for the six weeks till the play he had in mind to follow it with could be produced. It ran for fifteen months. Within a short while I had four plays running in London at the same time. Nothing of the kind had ever happened before. I was the talk of the town. One of the students at St Thomas's Hospital asked the famous surgeon with whom I had worked whether he remembered me. "Yes, I remember him quite well," he said. "One of our failures, I'm afraid."

One cold evening in November, I was walking in the street with my 7-year-old daughter Nora. {#blank#}1{#/blank#} Nora stopped and said to me, "Look, Daddy! The poor man is sitting inside a cardboard(纸板) box over there. I think he must be cold and hungry. Can we take him home?"

I don't remember how to reply to her at that time—— {#blank#}2{#/blank#}something like, "That wouldn't really help him." I might make my daughter feel better by {#blank#}3{#/blank#}him an apple. At that time, I found my daughter was no longer a little kid and that she had grown up. A few days later, a newspaper  {#blank#}4{#/blank#} that some volunteers tried their best to help others in different ways every Sunday. I decided to join them with my daughter Nora. She was excited about it.

When Sunday came, we got to an old people's home. We first cleaned the floor and then took out the {#blank#}5{#/blank#}. After that, we talked with the old people there. Nora learned a lot during the visit.

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I'd like to share my first experience of being home alone now.

A group of students visited their teacher after leaving school for many years. All of them talked about {#blank#}1{#/blank#}(problem) in their work and lives. It seemed that they were not satisfied with themselves. 

Then {#blank#}2{#/blank#} teacher went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and many kinds of cups — china, plastic and glass. He told them {#blank#}3{#/blank#}(help) themselves to the coffee. 

When all the students had a cup of coffee in their hands, the teacher said {#blank#}4{#/blank#}(slow), "Have you noticed that all the nice-looking and expensive cups have been taken and the common ones have been left behind? Maybe it is not wrong to choose the best things {#blank#}5{#/blank#} yourselves. However, it is the source(根源) of all your trouble. Does the cup itself add anything to the coffee? Of course not. It is just a tool to hold {#blank#}6{#/blank#} you drink. "

"It was coffee that you really wanted, not the cups, {#blank#}7{#/blank#} you all went for the best cups and then began to watch others' cups. Life is the coffee while jobs, money and the social positions are the cups. Coffee is {#blank#}8{#/blank#}(important) than cups. The cups don't decide what your life is. " All the students understood {#blank#}9{#/blank#} the teacher said. 

Sometimes if we pay attention to the cups, we will not enjoy the coffee. The people {#blank#}10{#/blank#} are the happiest in the world may not have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything.