One of the most famous Americans in the 19th century was Conwell. One day, a penniless young man went to him saying he wanted to1 a college. Then Conwell decided to build a university for 2 but deserving students. He would 3 a few million dollars. For Dr. Conwell, and anyone with real 4 in life, nothing could stand 5 of his goal.

    Several years earlier, Dr. Conwell was deeply 6 by a true story. It was about a(n)7 in Africa who sold his only land and was 8 about looking for diamonds everywhere but in vain.9he broke down completely and threw himself into a river and 10 Meanwhile, the new owner of his farm in his yard picked up a(n)11looking rock about the size of a country egg and put it on his cap as a sort of curiosity. An jewellery expert passing by spotted the true value of the 12 The farm 13 to be the Kimberly (金伯利) Diamond Mine, the richest the world has 14 known. So we can know that the15farmer was actually standing on it until he sold his farm.

    Everyone is in the middle of our own “Acre of Diamonds”16 we would realize it and develop the ground we are standing on before going off! Dr. Conwell told this story many times and attracted enormous audiences. With talents in speeches he 17 the money to start the college Temple University in Philadelphia.

    When Conwell talked about we being on our own “Acre of Diamonds”, he 18 it. This story does not get 19 -- it will be true forever.20 does not just come along - it is there all the time - we just have to see it.

When Karen found another baby was on the way, she tried to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new 1 And day after day, night after night, Michael2 to his sister in Mommy's stomach.

    The pregnancy 3normally but illness arose during 4

Finally, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in serious condition and was taken to the intensive care unit at a Hospital in Tennessee.

    The days 5 by. The little girl got worse. The doctor said there was little hope. Be 6 for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a cemetery about a 7 service.

    Michael, however, kept 8his parents to let him see his sister, “I want to sing to her.” However, kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.

Karen decided to take Michael whether the hospital9it or not. If he didn't see his sister right then, he may never see her 10 She dressed him in an oversized operation suit and marched him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket.

    The head nurse 11him as a child and shouted, “Get that kid out of here now. No children are allowed.”

The mother rose up strong in Karen and the usually mild-mannered lady 12 steel-eyed right into the head nurse's eyes, “He is not leaving until he sings to his sister.”

Then Karen 13Michael to his sister's bedside. He looked at the tiny baby losing the 14 to live. After a moment, the 3-year-old began to sing:

     “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.”

    Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond. The pulse rate became15

    “Keep on singing, Michael,” encouraged Karen with 16 in her eyes.

“You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away.”

As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's 17 became smooth.

    “The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my 18”.

Michael's little sister began to relax.

    “Keep singing, Michael.” Tears covered the face of the bossy head nurse.

    “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.…”

    The next 19....the very next day...the little girl was 20 enough to go home.

    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.

    It was quite a bad time for me. I was in low 1 and felt tired physically. Probably   2 this I hadn't shaved (剃须) for a few days 3 because I had been doing some repairs at my daughter's house, I was 4 quite scruffily (邋遢的). Boarding the 5 to go home, I saw it was almost 6 so I found a rail to rest against.

    That was when a young woman, siting with her child, stood up and 7 me her seat. “Wow!” I thought, surprised. Out loud I said, “Do I look that old and tired?” She 8 to me with; a smile. You look like you've had a tough day." I thanked her sincerely and stayed where I was standing.

    A moment later a man 9 from his seat at the back of the bus and made his way 10 towards me, walking past several people on the way. He told me that he had a serious alcohol addiction 11 and wanted to ask my advice. We 12 about life for a few minutes and then he went back to his seat.

    13 him go, I also looked at the bus-load of people 14 me and his seat. He hadn't 15 to talk to those strangers. He chose to talk to this stranger for whatever it 16 to him and whatever comfort it brought him. Why?

    That's when it 17 to me that he must have thought that I had been where he was. I probably 18 a man who would understand a difficult life. I was a little sad at first, but then I was inspired by the 19 that even when we are at our lowest we can still 20 others if we look like we might be able to meet them where they live or walk a while in their world.

    Back in 1981 I was working at the University of Bonn in Germany. I 1 some time off in early May to 2 a friend in Viterbo, in central Italy.

    The train stopped in Rome. I was 3, as my hotel was close to the railway station. The next morning, I 4 to visit as many of the famous Roman landmarks as possible.

    The following day I headed back to the 5, planning to take a short ride to Viterbo. When I arrived at the station and tried to 6 the correct platform, I quickly realized that the station was 7 for an upgrade (升级). For a moment my mind went 8. My biggest 9 was my luggage—my suitcase and hand luggage were heavy, so I couldn't 10 about easily. I dragged my suitcase about 100 meters to a nearby worker. A tall man of about 50 years of age was working there and I 11 myself and asked where the nearest station was. I was sure that he did not understand me 12, but he could easily guess that I was looking for a station. He 13, but I did not understand.

    He smiled and said something, which I 14 meant "Come along!" He opened the door of his car, motioned to me to get 15 and then drove for a few minutes to the next station. I got out, unloaded my luggage, then shook his hand with 16. He smiled back and drove away.

    There was no time for us to 17 names. I understood that he was in the 18 of his work. I was 19 so much by his generosity (慷慨) that I have never forgotten him. He was working and could have easily 20 me but, instead, he chose to help.

    Thank you, Mr Italy!

    I was touched so much. A while back, my three-year-old son and I settled back for his goodnight1. We lay down in his little bed and he said, "Daddy, when I get big can I live with you?" I assured him he could live with me2he wanted to.

    A moment later he said, "When you die you're going to feel3on your face and it will be me touching you." Then he4,"I will kiss you." He moved over, kissed me. I was aware of tears suddenly welling up in my eyes. I didn't want to explain5I was crying; as I opened my eyes to look at him, he was already6.

    I spent some time looking at him,7the minute and wondering about the depth of the8I'd had. It occurred to me that I didn't remember having much of this kind of9time with my father, and that this was a time that would be10short-lived. This time of11that forms a three-year-old's life, would soon be12. What will remain, however, will be the13of this short while reoccurring in my mind non-stop. It made all of the difficult14of being a father worthwhile.

    Sometimes, being a committed (承担义务的) father can feel like you're15the doorkeeper, driver, and16in the house. Then you will have "a17", one like this in which your child expresses18, pure, and unconditional love for you.

    When your kids have19home and you look back at these years, all of these will be strung (绑) together to20the memories of their lives with you.