One day I visited an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting. I was expecting a quiet 1 of the splendid artwork.

    A young 2 viewing the paintings ahead of me 3 nonstop between themselves. I watched them a moment and decided the lady was doing all the talking. I admired the man's 4 for putti ng up with her 5 stream of words. Disturbed by their noise, I moved 6.

    I met them several times as I moved 7 the various rooms of art. Each time I heard her continuous flow of words, I moved away   8.

    I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a purchase 9 the couple approached the 10. Before they left, the man 11 into his pocket and pulled out a white object. He 12 it into a long stick and then 13 his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.

“He's a 14 man.” The clerk at the counter said. “Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age. During his recovery, he made a promise his life wouldn't change. So, as before, he and his wife come in 15 there is a new art show.”

     “But what does he get out of the art”. I asked “He can't see.”

“Can't see You're 16. He sees a lot, more than you and I do,” the clerk said, “His wife 17 each painting so he can see it in his head.”

    I learned something about patience, 18 and love that day. I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without  19 and the courage of a husband who would not  20 blindness to change his life. And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away, their arms intertwined.

    Traveling in Vietnam was like visiting a mysterious neighbor. You have lived next door to each other for years but know very 1 about what happened on 2 side of the fence.

    I travelled there last August. A(n) 3 180-kilometre trip from a Chinese border town to Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam, 4 an adventurous eight hours. That's 5 the country still doesn't have a modern expressway system. The major passage going through the country is only a two-way road. 6, many areas are mountainous.

    Vietnamese drivers are 7 and fearless. They compete with each other at full speeds no matter how scared the8feel. When the bus shook us violently for the hundredth time, the driver made a 9 to make us feel better. "See, this is just a(n)10Vietnamese people give you, a free massage(按摩) service."

    It was midnight11I reached that hotel. Switching on the television, I was12by something: All the13in the TV plays spoke in the same voice. 14, modern Korean plays and historical Chinese plays are 15 with the Vietnamese. But it seemed they didn't have enough16to dub(为……配音)all these programs. So, the same boring woman appears17 every TV play to speak for the roles. The next morning when I opened the window, I found myself in a huge "18". The buildings in the streets were 19 in all kinds of colors you can imagine. Vietnamese are allowed to20their houses as they like. Each one was different. The large number of colors brought the city alive.

    I believe different people have experienced different adolescence, I must admit I was still an angry1in my first year of college. My 2 was that my parents didn't please me at all.

    Our finances were 3so I chose to go to a (n)4college and take a bus to classes every day. One day I had a(n)5fight with my father, We both explode into shouts,6 out of the house and missed my bus to school.

    I rushed all the way to school. As I7across the campus toward my class, I suddenly I realized didn't have the 8 that was due: a thought card. My professor asked us to 9 an index card with our names and the dales every Tuesday.10 what was to be on the rest of the card, we could write a thought, a question or something else.

    Now, outside the door, ten minutes later. I took an index card.11 to write something on it, I could only think about the 12 I'd just had with my dad. I wrote “I am the son of an idiot!” then13 into the room, and handed it to our professor.

    Next day, our professor 14 the thought cards and I 15 that he wrote, “What does the 'son of an idiot' do with the nest of his life?” The professor's innocent-seeming question16me to the issue: whose problem is it?17, my thinking began to shift, I realized that I had created a life18 I was not a central figure!

    The 19 of growth wasn't easy or fast. Years later, from a 20student, I became a successful student and then a successful teacher.

    From the first week of high school, my best friend, Trisha, was always going out with the popular girls. 1 I thought, “It's okay; she's just making new friends.” But soon I realized that Trisha wasn't interested in me anymore. I'd 2 my best friend. It really hurt.

    One day, I told Trisha that we should 3 pretending（假装）to be friends when we really weren't anymore. I wasn't trying to make her mad, 4 she was. After that, Trisha started talking about me behind my back, telling people that I was 5. Some of our friends 6 with her. I felt like she was taking them away from me.

    The more I thought about it, the 7 I got. Finally, I 8 a picture of Trisha and drew lines on her face. I wrote, “I 9 this person” across the bottom. And then I did something I'll always 10: I put it on a website I thought was 11. I thought people would see it, and it felt good to vent（发泄）.

    A week later, Trisha's mom saw the 12. She called my mom, who made me take it off the website right away. However, it was already too 13. Lots of people had seen it, and I was in a lot of 14.

    That whole day, I felt 15. I had to say sorry to Trisha face to face. She said she accepted my apology, but I felt she was16 angry with me.

    Posting that picture was one of the worst 17 I've ever made. I realize now I could have found a much better way to deal with my 18. If I'd just told Trisha how much I 19 her, maybe things would have turned out20. It's too late for me to change things, but I hope you'll learn from my mistake.

    It was raining outside and I was preparing my breakfast at home. 1, a bottle of orange juice slid (滑) from my hand and fell to the floor. Glass and juice 2 everywhere. I looked at the 3. Then my eyes were filled with tears. They came from a(n) 4 acceptance that “Today is just not my day”.

    It was a bad day for me 5 things had to be done. I drove into town. In the few minutes it took to the bank, I made a 6. Though I had a bad day, I would be 7 not to pass it to anyone else. I would be happy and 8.

    Standing in line, I was silently talking to myself. For the 9 time that day my eyes were filled with tears as I 10 how disconnected (隔离的) I felt from others. Then a 11 drew my attention. “Young lady,” she was saying.

    I 12 and saw the bank teller, an old lady with a gentle smile. Her eyes showed 13 as she softly said, “I don't 14 what is happening inside of you, but please believe me when I tell you that everything will be okay.”

    And then she did something quite 15. My hands were resting on the counter and she placed her hands 16 on top of mine. The 17 was quick but electric. And in that moment my world changed.

    In the moment of her touch my self-doubt 18. I found understanding and acceptance. I knew that 19 was being passed through the heart of this old lady directly into my heart. Then I 20.