When Mrs. Green told her pupils to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful, she thought how little these children in a(an)1neighborhood, had to be2 for. Most of the 3 would draw pictures of turkeys (火鸡) or of Thanksgiving tables full of everything4 to eat. That was what they believed was 5 them.

    What made Mrs. Green 6 was David's picture. David was so disappointed and likely to be 7 close in his shadow as they went outside for breaks. David's drawing was8 this:

    A hand, whose hand? The class was strongly attracted by his image. “I think it must be the 9 of God10us food,” said one student,

    “A 11 said another, “because they 12 the turkeys.”

    “It looks more like a policeman, and they13 us.” “1 think,” Lucy said 14 “that it is 15 to be all the hands that help us, but David could only draw one of them.”

    Mrs. Green had almost forgotten David in her16at finding the class so responsive(共鸣的). Having the others working on another project, she bent over his 17and asked whose hand it was.

    David whispered, “It's yours, Teacher.”

    Then Mrs. Green 18 she had taken David by the hand from time to time; she often did that with the children. But that it should have19 so much to David . . .

    Perhaps, she thought this was her Thanksgiving, and everybody's Thanksgiving—not the things given to us, but the small 20 that we give something to others.

    Joe Simpson and Simon Yates were the first people to climb the West Face of the Siula Grande in the Andes mountains. They reached the top 1 ， but on their way back conditions were very 2. Joe fell and broke his leg. They both knew that if Simon 3alone，he would probably get back 4. But Simon decided to risk his5and try to lower Joe down the mountain on a rope.

As they6down，the weather got worse. Then another 7occurred. They couldn't see or hear each other and，8 ， Simon lowered his friend over the edge of a precipice（峭壁）. It was9 for Joe to climb back or for Simon to pull him up. Joe's 10 was pulling Simon slowly towards the precipice. 11 ， after more than an hour in the dark and the icy cold，Simon had to 12. In tears，he cut the rope. Joe 13 into a huge crevasse（裂缝） in the ice below. He had no food or water and he was in terrible pain. He couldn't walk，but he 14to get out of the crevasse and started to 15 towards their camp，nearly ten kilometers 16.

    Simon had 17the camp at the foot of the mountain. He thought that Joe must be 18 ， but he didn't want to leave 19. Three days later，in the middle of the night，he heard Joe's voice. He couldn't 20 it. Joe was there，a few meters from their tent，still alive.

    I believe in my mother very much, and my belief began when I was just a kid. I dreamed of becoming a 1 then.

    My mother was a servant. Through her work, she 2 that reliable people spent a lot of time 3 than they did watching TV. So she 4 my brother and I could only watch two TV programs every week. We had to read two books each week and 5 our book reports to her, 6 she would mark them. Years later we realized her marks were a 7 --she was illiterate (不认识字的).

    When I entered high school I was an A-student. But I wanted the fancy 8 and to hang out with other guys. I went from being an A-student to a B-student then a C-student. One night my mother came home from work and I 9 about not having an Italian shirt. She said, "I'll give you all the money I 10 this week, and you can buy the family food and pay the bills.11 there is some money left, you can have all you want."

    I was very 12 with that arrangement but once I allocated (分配)the money, there was 13 left. I realized my mother was a financial genius and was able to have a(n)14 over our heads. I also realized that 15satisfaction wasn't going to get me anywhere.

    I went back to my 16 and became an A-student again, and eventually I17 my dream and became a doctor.

    My mother is a woman with 18education who can only take her position as a parent to 19 the lives of us. There is no job more 20 than parenting(养育) and it's just what I believe.

    The Youth Commission meeting only just started; I didn't even want to think about the piles of homework sitting on my desk at home. I didn't wanted to 1 the youth involvement in the annual holiday parade in the meeting, much less 2 the speech of Ray D.

    Ray D. came to every meeting of the Youth Commission. The local papers 3 him as "a thorn in public official's side-open, honest and overactive." He gave himself the 4 of "Citizen Ray" and even wore a baseball cap with this name printed on the front. He came to the meetings and 5 unsafe bike lanes and noise complaints, 6 they had nothing to do with our 7 and we could do nothing about them. He always went over the two-minute limit for guest speakers, and would not stop 8 until one of us told him his 9 was up.

    After countless nights of staying up to finish my 10 because of meetings that ran 11, largely due to distractions provided by Citizen Ray, I began to hate his 12. Why did he waste his time with the Youth Commission, when we couldn't 13 him with all of his issues? 14, we planned youth forums and relayed information about the town government to our peers; we didn't fix problems or give out building permits that he seemed to 15.

    It took me several months to 16 understand the motivations of Citizen Ray. Most people in their late seventies are 17 to leave the workplace and live in the relaxation provided by 18. Ray D., however, considered participating in the public good as his duty as a(n) 19. His efforts should be admired, not hated. After all, Ray is motivated, dedicated and ambitious. His persistence and 20would prove valuable in any field of study or work, and I realized I should value his presence.

    A kind－hearted stranger donates kidney to save a mum's life after seeing Facebook plea(请求). Stacey Hewitt, from Redcar, received the kidney from donor Louise Drewer, of Scunthorpe, who became the first British woman to donate a kidney to a 1 as a result of Facebook. A mum suffering kidney failure has received a transplant 2 her dad's making a plea onFacebook. Stacey Hewitt, 26, was facing a bleak(暗淡的) 3 so her father Darren 4 the SOS in the search for a donor.

    Louise Drewery, 37, was so 5 by the message that she decided to go under the knife—becoming the first British woman to donate a kidney to a stranger as a result of a Facebookplea. The transplant was a(n) 6 and Stacey could feel the 7 immediately. She said: "It's amazing and I can't 8 Louise enough.

    Before the operation, Stacey was 9 tired and could only walk short distances as her kidneys failed. Without a transplant she would have become very sick and 10 lifelong dialysis(透析).

    Darren's Facebook message said: "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, is there anyone out there that would like to donate a kidney to help my daughter？" He added: "She has kidney disease and needs a transplant as soon as possible. She is the mother of our three－year－old grandson and finds it hard to 11 properly because of the illness."

    The message soon spread. 12 the reaction, Darren said: "Within seconds my inbox went mad." Mum－of－two Louise said one of the reasons why she 13 to help her was that she was worried about Stacey's son Alfie. "When I saw the message, I knew that 14 I could help, I would."

    After 13 months of 15, it was concluded that Louise, of Scunthorpe, Lincolnshire, could donate a kidney to Stacey, who lives 70 miles north in Redcar.

    Stacey's 16 parents visited Louise before the transplant, with Darren calling her "an absolute 17". The operation was 18 at the Institute of Transplantation at Freeman Hospital in Newcastle.

    Professor Derek Manas, director of the institute, said: "A lot of people just want to give to humanity and it has opened my 19. It's amazing that people are20 to do this."

    It was our first Thanksgiving in the new house and I wanted everything to be perfect. But my plan for everyone to do some preparation work had been1by my husband's business trip. Even worse, a project for me that week had2two days of planned vacation. By Wednesday, my task of a table with fresh flowers,3drinking glasses and various homemade desserts had already4, I just hoped that I'd find a clean tablecloth and eight5forks.

    In my perfect Thanksgiving, there wouldn't be any orange in my salad because It hadn't made the grocery list. There would be no perfect family photos to record that day because I hadn't got the broken camera6. Someone had brought home the wrong toilet paper, which was the last straw that made me7.

    I don't remember what my son asked me as he was doing some cleaning,8I do remember twisting into that mean-and-tight mom-face before making an9. This combination of noise and anger is a universal signal to kids everywhere that they might as well10me. But he didn't.

    Instead of disappearing from view, my second-grader turned11the cleaning machine and walked across the room to12me. He never said a word. He just13his arms around me, making me feel14of myself until today.

It turned out a(n)15Thanksgiving. The people I loved gathered around my table and dined just one choice of the pie. My dad used a mismatched fork without16. My daughter drew a picture of us where everyone smiled.

    My son took a(n)17to teach me that sometimes we need a hug most when we are18huggable. This is the best gift you can give: One size19all and no one ever minds if you20.