It was a sunny winter day. I had gone down the tower when a blind man came toward me. He kept close to the wall, touching it lightly with his arm. I stood still and looked at him walking toward the tower.

    "What does a blind man want to climb up the tower for?" I wondered (疑惑), Thinking of some terrible reasons, I thought I should1him.

    He went up slowly and2from time to time. I followed him a few steps behind. When he got to the first corner of the bell tower, I came close to him. "Excuse me," I said as politely as I could, "but I wonder3you came up."

    He smiled, "Perhaps climbing up the tower. You have noticed—and yet, not being blind, perhaps you won't—how the sun shines into the tower4the windows here and there, so that one can5the cool steps suddenly become quite warm, even in winter. But behind the wall there is shade(阴影). There is no place so good as this for feeling the difference between light and darkness. Though I'm blind, I also want to feel the6brought by the sunlight. In fact, it isn't my first time to be here." He said and seemed as7as a child.

    I had never thought that even a blind man could have his way to8the beautiful life. But we often paid no attention to its value because we never9it.

    We went down the10together and I left him. From then on, I began to treasure what life has given me.

    A teacher once told each of her students to bring a clean plastic bag and a bag of potatoes to school. For every person they didn't want to forgive(原谅) in their lives, they chose a potato, wrote the person's1and the date on it and put it in the plastic bag. Some of their bags were very2.They were then told to carry this bag with them3for one week. They would put it beside their bed at night, on the seat when sitting in a car or on a bus , and next to their desks at4. The5carrying the bag around with them made students get to know what a weight they were carrying in their minds. They had to pay attention to(注意) it all the time so that they wouldn't6it or leave it in embarrassing(尴尬的) places. As time passed by, the potatoes went7and smelt terrible. Too often we think of tolerance(宽容) as a8to other people, but it clearly is for9! If we choose to keep our sadness and hatred(仇恨) in our hearts, we will have to10them around all our lives.

    Last Friday, I was just in France to visit my 96-year-old grandmother who is very dear to me 1lives alone. I don't visit her very often, so every time I go to see her, 2of us think that it might be the3time we see each other. Last time I visited her in December of 2014, I did some video interviews about her life. I asked her 4 it was like to grow up with her father in the 1920s, to live with two young children, with her husband 5 in a prisoner's camp (集中营) in Germany. I also asked her about her greatest 6. I learned a lot of amazing new things about her that I never know before.

    This year, I did not really have questions to ask. I only wanted to tell her how loved she is. So, I cooked for her and read stories. I gave her a foot massage (按摩). 7 leaving, I wanted to leave something 8 behind besides the memory of our time together. So I wrote her five different love and thank notes to let her know how much she means to me. I 9 them in different places where I knew she would 10find them. One of them was under her pillow. 11 one was hanging from the lamp shade by which she reads in the evening. Another one was by her toothbrush. One was in her mailbox which she has to check every day. And the last one was in her car. She still 12to the nearby village a couple of times a week!

    I knew that these cards would surely cheer her up after I left. Really she called me as I was catching my plane back to the US. She said," I found your three cards! By the time I discovered the third, I was laughing out loud! They did me so much good. Thank you so much!" I smiled to myself, 13she still has two more to go! It is Sunday today, so my guess is that she hasn't 14her mailbox or driven her car! I can 15 how happy she will be when she finds them.