In fact, at the time they seemed to be ordinary events, but now everything seems different. I had spent 10 years away from the place where I was born. Even though I made the decision to leave my country by myself, I miss a lot of things now. The person that brought me the happiest memories is my best friend. She is the greatest person in the world, and I am not exaggerating(吹嘘). She is kind, funny, polite, and always willing to listen,  and has been a great friend. I always recall (回想) events from our childhood. I think about the school where we met in the first grade and went on until the 5th grade. I think about the talks we had and the things we did together. If someone wants me to describe our friendship, I'd say we have been close friends for 17 years and we never got angry with each other. It's amazing,  isn't it? I haven't been able to do that with anybody else. Sometimes I even feel guilty(有罪的). I miss her more than my own brothers and sisters. And of course besides those memories, my kids are number one in my life. I have plenty of beautiful memories with them, especially when they were born, which also turned out to be a sad moment for both of them, because they were premature babies(早产儿). Anyone, who has had an experience with a premature baby, can figure out what I mean.

    An old gentleman whose eyesight (视力) was falling came to stay in a hotel room with a bottle of wine (酒) in each hand. On the wall there was a fly which he took for a nail (钉子). So as soon as he hung them on, the bottles fell broken and the wine split all over the floor.

    When a waitress discovered what had happened, she felt really sorry for him and wanted to give him a hand.

    So the next morning when he was out taking a walk in the garden, she put a nail on the wall exactly where the fly had stayed.

    Now the old man entered his room. The smell of the split wine reminded him of the accident. When he looked up at the wall, he found the fly was there again! He walked to it carefully and hit it with all his strength.

    On hearing a loud cry, the waitress rushed in. To her great surprise, the poor man was there sitting on the floor, his face was pale and a lot of blood was running on his right hand.

    Once again, God seems to have put a homeless person in my path. Lately, I have regularly come into contact with people that I just can't ignore .

    His name is Mark and I was surprised to hear that he is only three years older than me. He looks so much older! He was on the counter, asking for money. I parked my car and plonked(砰地放下) myself down on the curb(路边) to talk. People were driving by and looking at us, but I didn't care.

He told me about his life. How much of his story I believe, I don't know. He told me he was dying—-that part I believe, for he could hardly walk and had trouble catching his breath.

    I asked what I could do to help him. He said all he wanted was a slice of pizza. I gave him $3, the only cash I had . He said he wanted to go to get the food himself, but he was stopped from the shopping center for begging. I said I would get it for him and asked if he wanted something to drink .

    Then he asked for a(n) ride to the trail in the woods where he had his tent. Usually I don't give rides to strangers, but this was just up the street, and quite honestly he had no physical threat to me. When we parted, he held my hand for a long time and we just looked at each other wordlessly for a few moments.

    At that time, he wasn't a homeless man and I wasn't a sufferer .We became just two souls making a human connection I don't know if I will ever see him again, but I know I will never forget him. God bless you, Mark, and your beautiful blue eyes and gentle soul.

    Hi! I'm Maria. I have two boys. Tom is three years old and Tim is one year old. My family moved into an apartment a few months ago. Our house is on the second floor. But our neighbour downstairs complains at least once a day and we have got her note, saying "Please stop running and jumping on the floor."

    Since then, I have to do everything to keep the boys busy or out of the apartment during the day, but this can't stop my kids from making noise. They are just children under the age of four. Now the lady downstairs often bangs the walls when my boys run and jump in the rooms.

    However, she often plays movies loudly late at night. The noise wakes up my children at night and makes them cry.

    At the same time, we have another problem. The person on the third floor often walks too hard and wakes up my boys at 5:30 a.m. , but I think we have to face it.

    Usually my boys are sleeping from about 8:30 p.m. to 6:00 a.m. the next day. At least they don't annoy the neighbour downstairs during the hours.

    My husband had just bought a new washing machine for me. I decided to use it and I washed a lot of things.

    Everything worked well, I got ready for school as usual.

    When the bell rang and the students came in, I greeted them and told them what we were going to do that day.

    When I turned around to write on the blackboard, the class broke out into a roar(大笑声).

    They laughed and laughed. They laughed so much, in fact, that I was afraid the headmaster would be in to see all this.

    I asked the class to stop, but the more I talked, the more they laughed. I decided to pay no attention to them, and continued to write on the blackboard. When I did this, they roared even more.

    Finally, the teacher who had the room next to mine came in to see what all the laughter was about. When he came in, he started laughing, too! "Good heavens," I said," Will someone please tell me what is so funny?" "Oh, God," said the teacher." You have a brown sock stuck to the back of your shirt!"

    So that's how I found my husband's missing sock.

   "Oh, well," I said to the class." Let's just say you have had an unforgettable lesson on static electric(静电)."