It was already half past seven and I was running late again for the dinner appointment with my wife, Eleanor. We had 1 to meet at the restaurant at seven o'clock. I felt a little uneasy, but to my2 ， I had a good excuse: A business meeting had 3and I'd wasted no time getting to the dinner.

    When I arrived at the4 ，1 apologized and told Eleanor I didn't mean to be late. She screamed, "You never mean to." Well, I 5tell she was angry. "I'm sorry but it was not6," I said. Then I told her about the business meeting.7, my explanation seemed to make things worse, which started to drive 8 mad as well.

    Several weeks later, when I9 the situation to my friend Ken Hardy, he smiled, "You10a classic mistake. You're stuck 11your own way of thinking. You didn't 12 to be late. But that's not the point. What is13in your communication is how your lateness affected Eleanor." He pointed out that I focused on the intention14Eleanor focused on the result. Thus, 15 of us felt misunderstood and crazy.

    Thinking more about Ken's words, I 16 recognized the root cause of such disagreement. It's the result of the action that really 17.I should have started the conversation by expressing18 my actions affected Eleanor and 19the discussions about my intention for later, much later and even never.

    Later on, after talking to Eleanor and really20her experience of the results of my lateness, I've managed to be on time a lot more frequently.

    It's always been a dream for Alex to take a trip with her mother, but it was a death in the family that1made them both realize how precious life really is.

    “After losing my grandma, I2that neither I nor my mum will3be here, and that I can't4the right time to come,” the 27-year-old girl told The Huffington post.

    “After a week of5, my amazing mum and I are off to travel around the United States. We will be travelling from New York to Los Angeles interviewing6who are changing the world for the better and7the dream I had for a very long time: to travel together with my mother. I have taken a month off work and we are on our way.8are waiting!” Alex said.

    So in August，Alex and her 63-year-old retired mother，Halina, traveled to the United States for a three-week 9that took them from coast to coast.

    Alex is the10of Looking For Heroes, a social media project, in which she photographs many of the interesting people she meets with,11unique tidbits (花边新闻) of their life stories at the same time. The 12mother and daughter traveled across the nation, visiting cities13Knoxville, Tennessee, New York City, Los Angeles and Washington. Along the way they took photos 14 famous backdrops (背景) in each city, making some15memories.

    Meanwhile, Alex16much from her mother. Her mother often said “My  17to young people would be to learn new things, and what you have learned will be your biggest 18in life. With age you stop19about things that don't matter. With your priorities (优先) changing, 20and health become the most important.

    An accidental injury taught me how to deal with my siblings (兄弟姐妹).

On a typical autumn 1 the eight people of our afterschool carpool (拼车)  2into a car built for seven. My brother teased me the entire way home. Hearing the 3 in the back of the car, my mother dropped us off first.

    As we4 the car, I ran after my little brother, planning on getting back at him. Because of my 5backpack, uncomfortable shoes, and terrible sense of balance, I fell on the hard pavement.6 whole carpool rushed to my aid. They lifted my weighty backpack,7 my fallen items, and helped me stand up. With tears in my eyes, I dragged myself into the 8

     “You realize I will 9you for chasing your brother after this, “my mom said to me in her most 10 voice. She would have been more 11 but she obviously didn't know how much I was12 I complained to her the pain I was feeling in my right13Then we went to the clinic where the bone doctor concluded that I had a 14 break in my right elbow.

    I got15 at school the next day because friends surrounded me carefully. But breaking my arm had more 16 than benefits. I was 17 to write with my left hand. I had to wrap my arm in a garbage bag before 18 and I had to go to the health centre instead of PE.

    19 it was an awful week, I think I deserved it20 plotting revenge (报复) against my brother. Since then, there hasn't been anything disharmonious among our siblings.

    A businessman, with a lot of money, was walking through a remote(偏远的) area. Upon1 this, a thief followed him, planning to2 his money at a certain time. The businessman(商人) noticed something was 3 and he started to pay much more 4to the thief.

    The businessman asked the thief if he5help find some water nearby, and when the thief went to6 the water, the businessman put all of his7into the thief's bag. Then the thief returned and told the businessman8the water was.9the businessman left to get some water, the thief quickly 10 the businessman's bag. Certainly, there was nothing that the thief 11

    The thief was12 but he still did not give up hope. After some time, the businessman returned and they both 13for a long time. Then the businessman got tired and 14 under a big tree. The thief again checked the businessman's bag and still did not find any money. So the thief 15 that the businessman did not actually have any money with him.

    Finally, they arrived at a city. When the thief went after a job and left his own bag behind, the businessman 16 in and took back all of his own money he had put there17When the thief came back, he was surprised to see that the businessman was 18some jewels with the money in his bag. The thief couldn't 19asking the question, “I didn't know you had money on the 20.” The businessman smiled to him, “Of course you didn't, because it is not yours.”

    Fifteen years ago, I took a summer vacation in Lecce in Italy. After climbing up a hill for a full view of the blue sea, I paused to catch my 1 and then positioned myself to take a photo.

    Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman approached from behind and 2 herself right in front of my 3. Like me, she was here to stop, sigh and appreciate the scenery.

    4as I was, after about 15 minutes, my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would 5 take, I was upset. Should I ask her to 6 so that I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure, I could have asked her, but something7 me doing so. She seemed so8in her observation. I didn't want to mess with that.

    Another 15 minutes passed and I grew more 9. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo10. And now when I look at it, I think her11in the photo is what makes the image12 The landscape, beautiful on its own, somehow comes to life and breathes13 this woman is engaging with it. This photo, with the 14beauty that unfolded before me and the woman who 15 it, now hangs on the wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her figure is captured (捕捉) and16 on a strangers bedroom wall? A bedroom, after all, is a very private space, in which a woman I don't even know has been kept forever. In some ways, she has been 17in my house.

    Perhaps we all live in each other's space. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to 18 us that we all appreciate beauty, and that we all share a common 19 for pleasure and connection.

    This photo is a reminder, a captured moment, an unspoken20 between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.

    It was early one hot morning in 2015 when, accompanied by my mother, I was1wheeled to the taxi stand. Three weeks earlier, I had2my left ankle at home. Now, I was on my way to being3 for an operation at the Philippine General Hospital.

    I was feeling 4as I'd never had surgery before and the thought of it5me. After waiting for6for more than 90 minutes, we were still standing there. It usually only takes a few minutes, but on this particular Sunday they would7 us either already filled with passengers or8to take us. Perhaps they weren't 9to carry my 10. My mother was starting to get frustrated as we were fast running out of time; our11was scheduled for 10:45am. Then a black SUV12 and stopped in front of us. The driver, taking a look at us, said, “You two look like you could use a13!” He told us he'd seen us earlier as he was taking his son to a14school activity. He was now returning home and saw that we were still there.

    With no questions asked, this good Samaritan welcomed us aboard and got us to the hospital. We arrived at 10:30 – just in time. He refused any15, saying people should help one another. He left with a smile.

    I was finally16. A long recovery process and physical therapy followed and now I am able to17again.

    To this day we have not18again this friendly driver who went out of his way, but his generosity towards us has19in our minds and taught me to keep watch for and help others 20.