Bob is six years old. He is old enough to go to school. On the first day, his teacher teaches him three words, “I, you, he”. Then the teacher says, “I am your teacher. You are my student. He is your classmate.” When school is over, Bob goes home. His mother asks him, “What does your teacher teach you today?” Bob says with a smile, “Listen, Mum and Dad, I am your teacher. You are my student. He is your classmate. His mother says, “No, dear. You're wrong.” Then she says, I am your mother. You're my son. He's your father. ” The next day, Bob's teacher asks Bob to make sentences with(用……造句）“I, you and he”.

     Bob stands up and says, “I'm your mother. You're my son. He is your father.” All the students in Bob's class laugh (笑).

    As my husband, Doug, stood on the busy New York city street trying to stop a taxi, I tried to protect my daughter from the cold December wind and rain. I put my head down to kiss her tiny face.

    Frustrated and 1, my husband gave up his attempt to flag down a taxi. I knew the feeling. Just after her first birthday, we 2that our daughter Katie had a rare brain illness. Since that moment, Doug and I felt like runners in a marathon race where the finish line kept disappearing. We knew Katie was running out of 3. It had taken months before we finally 4 a name for the illness, but only a few specialists in the world knew 5 to fix it. Now, as we finally found a brilliant doctor to save our girl, we were in a strange 6in the cold rain.

    Just at the moment, a middle-aged woman pulled over and said, "Pardon me? May I offer you a ride?"

    7 we could say anything, she continued, "It's really no trouble for8. Just get in."

    It was then that I noticed her thick Irish accent，which9 me up like hot soup. We 10 said, "Thanks! Roosevelt Hospital, please," as we got in her car for the ride.

    "Are you going 11 the baby?" she asked us.

    I nodded my head, holding back my tears.

    At the hospital, we 12 her a dozen times for the ride, as the woman hugged me. I noticed her face was wet with tears. She promised to pray for us before she left.

    After three more visits to New York and two more 13surgeries，Katie is cured. But the 14of the Irish Angel still rang as a constant reminder of a tiny ray of light that appeared in our15days. We would pray for her just as she did for us.

    Most parents send Care packages(包裹)and gifts to their Children when they're away at university. Terri Cox, from Leonardtown, Maryland, isn't one of those 1.

    A few weeks ago, Terri sent her son 18-year-old Connor, who's now 2 at Westminster College in Pennsylvania, a package. 3 Connor first got the package, he thought it was a usual gift filled with necessities(必需品).

   "I was 4 because it's like Christmas when you get gifts from 5 especially when you're in College," he said. But as Connor 6 the package, he found the things inside were quite different from what he had 7 It wasn't a gift or a Care package. It was something he'd 8 while at home for the Christmas Break- his rubbish.

    The box was filled with trash(垃圾)-everything he was too 9 to take out when his mother had asked him to over Christmas.

    In fact, Connor didn't do all of his 10 at home at all. So Mom Terri got the idea to post his rubbish to him to 11 him. Connor didn't understand 12 his mom did this to him until he gave her a Call." 13 isn't usually strict, and I didn't see this as a Big punishment(惩罚). It was more of a(n)14 reminder(提醒)that I have duties(职责). And we have a good laugh on the phone," he said.

    Connor later said that the rubbish he had 15 in the Box was only a part of what he was asked to take out. Where was the rest? They were hidden in his Bedroom drawers(抽屉).

    Thinking what happens to rubbish if left for a long time, let's hope Terri find the rest fast.