My husband, Tom, has always been good with animals, but I was still amazed when he befriended a female grouse (松鸡). It's 1 for a grouse to have any contact (接触) with people. In fact, they're hard to spot, 2they usually fly off when they hear humans approaching.

    This grouse came into our lives in 3. Tom was working out in the field when he 4 her walking around at the edge of the field. She was 5 unafraid and seemed to be 6 about what he was doing.

    Tom saw the 7 bird several times, and she got more comfortable around him. We quickly grew 8 of the bird and decided to call her Mildred.

    One day, as Tom was working, Mildred came within a few feet of him to watch. Tom 9 he didn't see her and kept working to see what she would do next.

    Apparently, she didn't like to be 10. She'd run up and peck (啄) at Tom's hands, then 11 off to see what he would do. This went on for about 20 minutes, until Mildred became tired of the 12 and left.

    As spring went and summer came, Mildred started to 13 more and more often. 14 Mildred felt comfortable enough to jump up on Tom's leg and stay long enough for me to get a  15 of the two of them together. This friendly grouse soon felt 16 not just with our family, but with anybody who walked or drove by.

    When hunting season started, we put a 17 at the end of our driveway asking 18 not to shoot our pet grouse. My father, who lived down the road, 19 warned people not to shoot her. 20, hunters would stop and take pictures, because they had never seen anything like her.

    Charlotte Whitehead was born in England in 1843, and moved to Montreal, Canada at the age five with her family. While1her ill elder sister throughout the years, Charlotte discovered she had a(an)2in medicine. At 18 she married and3a family. Several years later, Charlotte said she wanted to be a4Her husband supported her decision.5, Canadian medical schools did not6women students at the time. Therefore, Charlotte went to the United States to study7at the Women's Medical College in Philadelphia. It took her five years to8her medical degree. Upon graduation, Charlotte9to Montreal and set up a private10 Three years later, she moved to Winnipeg, Manitoba, and there she was once again a11doctor. Many of her patients were from the nearby timber and railway camps. Charlotte12herself operating on damaged limbs and setting13bones, in addition to delivering all the babies in the area.

    But Charlotte had been practicing without a license. She had14a doctor's license in both Montreal and Winnipeg, but was15. The Manitoba College of Physicians and Surgeons, an all-male board, wanted her to16her studies at a Canadian medical college! Charlotte refused to17her patients to spend time studying what she already knew. So in 1887, she appeared to the Manitoba Legislature to18a license to her but they, too, refused. Charlotte19to practice without a license until 1912. She died four years later at the age of 73.

    In 1993, 77 years after her20, a medical license was issued to Charlotte. This decision was made by the Manitoba Legislature to honor “this courageous and pioneering woman.”

    Sudha Chandran, a classical dancer from India, had to have her right leg cut after a car accident. She was also cut off on her bright1road.

    However, she didn't stop 2 In the painful three months that3 Sudha met a doctor who had a(n)4on her leg. So eagerly she wanted to go back to dancing after she had been fitted with a man-made5Sudha knew that she believed in herself and she thought she could 6her dream, so she began her brave journey back to the world of  7— learning to balance, bend, stretch, walk, and turn.

    After every public recital (表演), she would ask her dad about her8.“You still have a long way to go” was the9she used to get in return. In January 1984, Sudha made a historic comeback by giving a10recital in Bombay. She performed in11a great manner that it moved everyone to12and this performance pushed her to the number one position again. That evening when she13her dad the same question, he didn't say 14He just touched her feet as a praise.

    Sudha's comeback was so touching that a film producer decided 15 the story into a hit film,16has moved more and more people.

When someone asked Sudha how she had17to dance again, she said quite 18“YOU DON'T NEED FEET TO DANCE.” Nothing is 19 in this world. If you have the will to win, you can20 anything.

    As I was sitting in a coffee shop in a town, a man entered and sat beside me.

    He 1 his order saying, “Two cups of coffee, one on the wall.” I heard this order with 2 and observed that he was served with one cup of coffee but he 3 two. The waiter 4 a piece of paper on the wall saying A Cup of Coffee.

    5 I was still there, two other men entered and 6 three cups of coffee, two on the table and one on the wall. The waiter did the 7; he pasted a piece of paper on the wall saying, A Cup of Coffee.

    It seemed that this gesture was a 8 in this town.

    The next day while I was 9 my coffee in the same coffee shop, a man 10 entered. As he seated himself, he looked at the 11 and said, one cup of coffee from the wall. The waiter served the poorly-dressed man with 12. The man had his coffee without paying. The waiter took 13 a piece of paper from the wall and threw 14 in the dust bin.

    I was deeply moved by the great 15 for the needy shown by this town. Coffee is not a necessity of life. 16, when we take pleasure in any blessing, maybe we need to think about those who cannot 17 to have it.

    I also admire the waiter, who is playing a 18 role to get the communication going between the affording and the 19 with a smile on his face. The poorly-dressed man entered the coffee shop without having to 20 his self-pride. He simply looked at the wall, placed an order for himself, and enjoyed his coffee with dignity.

    Christmas 1940 makes me misty-eyed every time I think about it. In the hard times, people1one another. We2food, clothing, bedding and household items and gave them to the needy.

    That Christmas we students found ourselves3toys we collected and loading packages for4.As we presented the gifts, we saw5in many faces, especially those of the children. We had a few more6to make on Christmas morning. The air was heavy and frozen to the bone. For several hours, we knocked on doors. But as the cold hours passed, our7gradually faded. When we8headed home, someone9a small house down a canal bank. None of us knew who lived there,10we wondered if there were11.We still had a doll, two trucks, some small toys, chocolate Santas and a box of groceries. We decided to make one last visit. When we knocked on the door, a young woman answered it, looking at us12.Three small children watched from behind her skirt—a little girl of about 2, and boys perhaps 4 and 5 years old. “Merry Christmas,” we13as we bent down and handed the gift-wrapped packages to the children and the box of groceries to the 14, whose eyes widened15.She slowly smiled, then quickly said, “Come in.” The room was16as the children looked at their mother, wondering if the gifts were really for them. The little girl17her doll, and the boys grasped the trucks as they sought a(an)18.She put her arms19them and said in a20voice, “I told you Santa Claus would come.”

    My dad came to America from Greece at the very young age of fourteen. He 1 an average of fourteen hours per day, six to seven days a week, for over thirty-five years.

    Because of his 2 work, he owned many restaurants in New Jersey. He was 3 his achievements and what he could 4 for his family.

    When I was graduating from college, Dad told me he decided to 5 the restaurants and retire (退休). "If you are graduating, my 6 is over. I have 7 my children and provided for all of you. I am going to 8."

    "Great, but what will you do? I 9 know you cooking in the kitchen and serving customers. I can't imagine you doing anything else," I said.

    "I am going to play golf!" he 10.

    "Golf? You have never played golf. I never heard you mention golf," I was 11.

    And then Dad 12 to play golf. He taught my brother and me the 13 and shared his interest with us. Dad would look at us and say, "If you live your life as you play the game of golf, you will be 14."

    He repeated often, "When you get to the green, stay focused (集中精力的) and hit straight down the fairway (平坦球道). Don't 15 anything else, and just know where you want to put the ball. Do this and you will 16 your goals."

    Dad wanted us to have 17 and to stay focused on them to achieve 18. He also wanted us to 19 ourselves and take time to have fun with friends and family.

    Dad retired at the age of fifty-six and played golf every day until his death at the age of eighty-six. What a 20 role model!