Last Monday, a strong man growing a beard(胡须) arrived at Mr. Li's gold shop by taxi. He told the driver to1. He went into the shop and said, “Hand over your money!”

     Mr. Li was busy putting some goods(货物) on the shelf and he didn't hear him clearly. He turned and asked, “2can I do for you, Sir?”

   “I told you to give me your money. I have got a gun in my handbag!”

 Mr. Li gave him all his money. While the strong man was putting the money into his handbag, Mr. Li took out his own gun from behind. Seeing this, the strong man ran out of the shop with Mr. Li 3 him.

    The strong man jumped into the waiting taxi as Mr. Li shouted, “It's a robbery(抢劫)! Stop!" The taxi driver thoug ht Mr. Li wanted to 4 him. So he jumped out of his taxi with his hands5_. Then the strong man 6 with his gun in his hand and pointed it at Mr. Li.  Mr. Li pointed his gun at the strong man, too. For almost a minute, they stood face to face and gun to gun, but 7of them fired, because they had toy guns.

    Suddenly the strong man 8 his gun and ran down the street away. He stopped a passing car and asked for a ride. The two men in the car were9 to take him along. They were policemen. They gave him a ride straight to 10.

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    One evening as I was leaving the store, I noticed a man with a very old sleeping bag going through the garbage can nearby. He pulled out fast food trash bags and inspected all that was in the thrown away bags, but he never stopped anyone to beg for money or anything else as they entered or left my store. After he went through the entire trash can, he carefully cleaned up the area and wrapped up the food he found in the dirty hamburger wrapper. My heart literally hurt for him.

    I decided to help him. I got out of my car and asked him if I could buy him something to eat. He thanked and, followed me to the fast food place around the block. I bought him the biggest meal they had on the menu. He didn't ask for anything and the only request was a big glass of hot sweet tea to go with his meal. When I brought him the food, he was so thankful. He told me how much he appreciated the meal.

    I wanted to give him some money. He shook his head. I asked him if I could buy a few meals and put it on a gift card for him. He agreed.

    As I handed him the gift card, he broke down crying. He told me that he prayed for me today. I wasn't sure what he meant （I was guessing he was praying for me for what I did for him ）so I thanked him.

    "NO, I prayed that God would send someone to buy me a hot meal today……and be sent you!" Tears traced down his checks.

    I didn't know what to say……I always pray over my food, but I've never prayed for a meal. I've never doubted that I wouldn't be able to eat……Tears began to fill my eyes. Oh my……how blessed am I…Maybe God used me to answer this man's prayer.

Everybody has a story though I didn't know his, but I had done what God wanted me to. God put him in my path……I knew he did. I took him to my office.

    Once upon a time,there was a large lion.He felt ashamed because,as1a large lion,he was scared of2.

    Some animals knew the lion was afraid of chickens.They didn't help the lion.They3him,instead.The lion was4when the other animals did that.He knew that an elephant,Ernest,was a wise animal.So he decided to go and have a5with Ernest.He wanted to ask Ernest for advice.

    The lion met the elephant in a big yard.6he was talking to the elephant,

    He found him kept flapping(拍）his great7.

    “What's the matter with you,Ernest?”asked the lion.

    “I'm sorry,”said Ernest.“But I get so worried when some mosquitoes(蚊子）8around my ears.They often bite me.I can't9them because they fly fast.I'm really afraid of them.”

    When the lion knew the elephant were afraid of mosquitoes,he felt much10.

    Because he was not the only large animal that was afraid of small ones.

    My name is Helen. I am 13. My1is on October 25th. I 2in America with my parents and my brother Frank. I 3 in a middle school with Frank. My favourite 4are music and art. I like listening 5music and talking with my friends when I am 6. I don't like history because it's 7.

    I always have meals at school. I have good eating 8. For breakfast, I 9to have two pieces of bread and a glass of milk. And for lunch, I like to eat chicken, rice10vegetables. I think they are 11and can make me strong. For dinner, I 12eat a small bowl of tomato and egg noodles. 13are delicious.

    To keep fit, I always 14some time playing sports. I often 15early in the morning to run in the park. And in the afternoon, I often play ping-pong with my classmates after school.

    I lost my sight when I was four years old by falling off a boxcar in a freight yard in Atlantic City, and1on my head. Now, I am 32. I can vaguely remember the brightness of sunshine and what color red is. It would be wonderful to see again But a disaster can do strange things to people.

    At the time, I was bewildered and afraid, but I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me, a potential, which I didn't see. And they made me want to fight it out with2

    The hardest3I had to learn was to believe in myself. That was basic. If I hadn't been able to do that, I would have collapsed and become a chair rocker for the rest of my life. When I say believe in myself, I am not talking about 4 the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. That is5of it, but I mean something bigger than that: a confidence that I am a real,6person; that somewhere there is a special place7I can make myself fit. It took me years to discover and strengthen this confidence. It had to8the most elementary things.

    I can still remember once, when a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was laughing at me, and I was9

    "I can't use this," I said.

    "Take it with you," he urged me "and roll it around."

    The words10in my head: "Roll it around, roll it around" By rolling the ball, I could11where it went. This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought12: playing baseball.

    At Philadelphia's Overbrook School for the Blind, I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it groundball.

    All my life. I have13ahead of me a series of goals, and then tried to reach them one at a time I would14sometimes anyway, but on the average, I made progress.

    I believe in life now. I don't mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me more15what I had left.