On Sunday I had my own Father's Day celebration. Suddenly I 1 about my dad a lot. My dad is 2 the kindest man in the world. He would never 3 anyone in trouble.

    Every Thursday night, my dad would 4 Shreveport, to a church there. I always drove the car for him.

    Although this happened many times, I 5 one incident on one of those trips to Shreveport. That time on the 6 , my dad saw a hitchhiker (搭便车的人 ). Dad asked me to pull the car over and offer him a 7. Dad asked him his name and address, told him ours, and talked to him about all sorts of things.

    At first the hitchhiker was hesitant (迟疑的 ), but he changed his 8 as he could tell we were really listening to him. I did know that it was quite 9 outside and the hitchhiker was very happy to be able to get a lift in our warm car.

    We 10 another forty-five minutes and learned that the hitchhiker was 11 many difficulties in life. Dad told him to keep his head up and said that 12 would become better for him soon. He 13 into his pocket and handed the hitchhiker a twenty-dollar bill, leaving only a ten-dollar bill for himself. The hitchhiker then became very 14 .

    I was always told never to 15 a hitchhiker and yet my dad did it every time he saw one. Dad always gave them money 16 he did not have much of his own.

    From that I've learned a lot about my dad and 17 . I've learned that if you come from a place with 18 , you will show a lot of kindness to people who are 19 . Just one single kind act may 20 someone's life.

My Emotional (感人的) Experience in Jaipur

    I came to India in February 2016 to complete a volunteer practicum requirement with some friends. It was really an unforgettable experience!

Before we set off, I thought it would be a hard job,1 that I could not adapt to the poor living conditions. After arriving in Jaipur, we went straight to the hotel that the Center had 2 for us; a relief to us as we were tired from the 3. During the following days we were 4 to the city and had Hindi lessons with our guide Ravi.

    On our fourth day in Jaipur we were taken to the head office. There we were 5 for the Child Development Program and over the course we 6 two studies related to child work and child rights. We focused on the experiences of the children who were working and the 7 that pushed them into work. The experience was entirely new for me and I learned so much through the 8. The best part of the work, however, was 9 being in the communities and interacting with the children and their parents. I was 10 to a way of life completely different from my own. In spite of the poor living situations, people in Jaipur were 11. We found that the parents communicated openly with each other and they were always12 to share their own thoughts and feelings with their children. I could13 that people in Jaipur have positive relationships with their family and community members. Talking with the people there and hearing their stories was something that had a strong effect on my worldview, continuing to 14 how I understand everything around me now. I have been 15 by the people that I met through this experience.

    On the weekends I spent time in Jaipur16 the city and shopping. We were 17 enough to be there during Holi, an exciting and colorful celebration in February end or early March in India! We really 18 every minute of the life in Jaipur!

    Generally, my practicum experience with Volunteering India was extremely 19. I know that I will be thinking about everything that I saw, learned an 20 in India and look forward to the day that I can return to this amazing country.

    It was three in the afternoon. I was putting my baby to sleep 1the phone rang. It was a little girl asking for the Goldstein family. “ 2 ” I said, “you've got the wrong number.”3 the phone didn't stop ringing. Each time it was the voice of a little girl. She was 4one call after another, each time asking for the Goldstein family. My baby wouldn't stop crying. I started to become 5  I left the phone off the hook(挂钩) for about an hour,6that this would make her lose7. But hardly I put the phone back on the hook when she8again. I started to cry. After about the tenth call I told her that if she called one more time I would call the 9.

    At 6:30 pm, the phone rang for about the 25th time. I picked it up, but remained10  and I could hear the same voice of a girl. What kind of 11would allow her to do this all the afternoon! I12to speak to her mother. To my 13  she called her mother to the phone. I told the mother what her little girl had been doing to me all the 14  The mother assured(向—保证) me that this was the15phone call her daughter had made that day. “My daughter's teacher gave all the girls in the class the phone number of their new teaching assistant. The entire class of 30 girls was told to call the new assistant to 16 what time their class would be. The teacher must have given them the wrong number by mistake!”

    Until about 9:00 pm, the phone 17rang from time to time. Each time, it was a little girl wanting to know what time the class was! Some girls, even after hearing they had the wrong 18  would anyway ask if I knew the time! I would just19  It had turned into a joke now! I would never have thought that an entire 20 of girls, all with the same voice, was calling me!

    As a teenager, I was pretty lazy when it came to doing things for my family. I worked hard at school, and sometimes looked after my younger sister. Still, I found myself regularly resisting the urge to1out at home with even the simplest things.

    Every Wednesday afternoon, for example, my mother 2 me to another town for a piano lesson. During my two-hour lesson, she'd rush to the nearby store and buy a week's worth of3. Given the fact that my mom had driven me twelve miles there, twelve miles back,4for my lesson, and bought me a candy bar, you'd think I'd be very5 to help her bring the groceries into the house.6 I wasn't. I generally just brought in an armload and left the7 for Mom as I ran to my room, shut the door, and started studying.

    Don't get me wrong: even back in my room, I felt8about not helping my mother more. Deep inside, I wanted to change my9. But I also realized that once I did change, there'd be no going back.10I took on more responsibility, my parents would start11more of me. At age fifteen, I sensed that this one small change would 12 something much bigger: my personal change from a cared-for, spoiled (被宠坏的) child to a more13caring and giving young man.

    I'll never forget the Wednesday when I made a(n)14to jump in and see what happened. Returning home from the15I disappeared into my room, as usual. But once inside, I felt that deep and burning16.Throwing my school books on the bed, I suddenly opened my door and17back to the garage to help my mother. How happy I felt that day!

    Surely, over time, I continued to help out with more housework. The neat thing was, the more I helped out, the18I felt about myself and my place in my family. As Mom and Dad realized they could 19on me more, our trips became far less stressful, too. In short, it was a win-win situation for everyone.

    Sometimes the little things we put off doing the longest20 out to be the simplest things to complete. And feeling happy beats feeling guilty any day.

    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!

A Welcome Gift

    Dario and his mother loved their new apartment. The living room was large enough for their piano. That night, the two of them 1 side by side at the piano. They played jazz music to celebrate their new home. The loud 2 filled the room and made them feel very happy.

    The next morning, 3, their happiness disappeared. Someone had left a 4 under their door during the night. One of their neighbors had written to complain about the sound of the piano. Dario's mother asked the building superintendent (管理员) if he knew anything about it. But he said that they were all 5 people and he couldn't imagine any of them had done that. Later that morning, Dario suggested that they write a letter to their 6 and apologize for their playing.

    "Maybe we could go and 7 everyone in person." his mother said.

    "What if we invited them to come here for a 8 instead?" Dario asked.

    They both loved the 9. Over the next few days, they sent out invitations and prepared desserts 10 their guests. They decorated the apartment with streamers (彩带) and party lights.

    Finally, the day of the party 11. Some guests brought presents. Others brought flowers. Some even brought desserts to 12. One woman, Mrs. Gilbert, 13 Dario's mother with a book of piano music by Chopin.

    "I heard you playing the other night," she said. "The sounds woke me out of bed. I 14 that you might play like this every night. So I wrote a short note. I hope you don't think I disliked the playing."

    Dario's mother smiled at Mrs. Gilbert. "I think maybe we 15 you an apology." she said. "I didn't 16 how late it was when we were playing. Maybe we should play some quieter music at night.

    "You play, you play!" Mrs. Gilbert said. "I like what you play! Just not so loud at night." She pointed to the book she had given them. "These songs are not such 17 music."

    "These songs are beautiful music." Dario's mother said. "We will be 18 to play them in the evening."

    "And we won't play so loud or late!" Dario said. He was already looking forward to 19 the new music. More than that, however, he was happy to see the big smile on his mother's face. It gave him a feeling of 20 and made him feel that they were home at last.