There was a little boy. He got angry1. His father gave him some nails(钉子) and told him, “2 you get angry, put a nail into the wall.

    3the first day, the boy put 37nails into the wall. The next day, he put in4 nails. A few days later, he found it5 easier not to get angry. Before long, the boy was happy every day.

    Then, his father asked him to6 a nail each day when he wasn't angry. After some time, 7the nails were gone.

    Then the father took the boy to the wall and said,” Well done, son. But, look, the wall is8of holes(洞). When you say things angily, they leave a scar(疤痕) in people's9. No matter how many times you say sorry, the scars are10 there just as the holes in the wall. Please hold back your anger. Think before you say angry things to your friends.

    During the Warring States Period (475-22IBC), there was a man called Yue Yangzi. One day he saw a piece of gold on the road. He picked it up and 1 it home. But his wife was not 2 and said, "I hear that a great man doesn't drink a thief's water or accept alms(施舍物) .What do you think of the action of keeping others' thing for yourself?" Yue Yangzi felt sorry 3 what he had done, so he put the gold back to the place where he found it.

    The next year, Yue Yangzi decided to go to a faraway school to improve himself. A year later, he came back home 4. "Why have you returned?" asked his wife in surprise, "You've 5spent one year studying with scholars (学者们)." "I come back because I 6you very much."

    Without saying anything, his wife took a pair of scissors and went to the loom(织布机)at which she had worked. 7 the half done cloth, she said, "The cloth is woven from the best silk. Now 8 I cut it ,all my previous（先前的）work will be wasted. It's the same as your 9.You can learn a lot only by working hard. Now, you've stopped half way. Isn't it the same as cutting the cloth on the loom?"

    Yue Yangzi was moved by 10she said. He again left home to visit scholars. Several years later he became a learned man.

    When I was in the seventh grade, I volunteered about thirty to forty hours a week during the summer at a local hospital in my town. Most of the time I spent there was with Mr. Gillespie. He never had any1, and nobody seemed to care about his condition. I spent many days there     holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done. He became a close friend of mine, even though he replied to me with only a very 2moving of his fingers. Mr. Gillespie was still in a coma(昏迷).

    I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I 3 back, Mr. Gillespie had gone. I didn't have the courage to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear they might tell me he had died.

    Several years passed. One day, when I was at the gas station, I noticed a familiar face. When I realized who it was, my eyes filled with 4. He was alive! I asked him if his name was Mr. Gillespie, and if he had been in a coma about five years ago. With a(an) 5 look on his face, he replied, "Yes". I explained how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital. With tears in his eyes, he gave me the warmest hug (拥抱)I had ever 6.

    He began to tell me how, as he lay there in a coma, he could 7 me talking to him and could feel me holding his hand the whole time. He thought it was an angel, not a person, who was there with him. Mr. Gillespie firmly 8 that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive.

    Then he told me what happened to him to put him in the coma. We both cried for a while and exchanged a hug, said good-bye and went our separate 9ways.

    Although I haven't seen him since then, he fills my heart with joy every day. I know that I made a difference between his life and his death. More 10, I will never forget him and what he did for me: he made me an angel.

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