Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.

    I am one of those unfortunate people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the spot I was heading for.

    I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit that they didn't know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite direction to that in which you should be going.

    If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.

    Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.

    Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.

    I grew up in a small town. My father1chickens and ran a construction company. I was210 years old when my dad gave me the3of feeding the chickens and4up the stable（笼子）. He believed it was5for me to have those jobs to6responsibility. Then, when I was 22, I found a job in Natchbill at a country music club7the Natchbill Palace, I washed8and cooked from 4:00 pm to 9:00 pm and then9to sing until 2:00 in the morning. It wasn't long before I became known10a singing cook.

    I had been rejected so many times by record11that it was hard not to be discouraged. One night, a12executive(主管) from a company named Warner Brothers Records came to hear me sing. When the show was13, we sat down and talked and after she left, I said to14it was one more rejection. A few weeks later, my manager received a phone call—Waner Brothers15to sign me to a record deal.16after, I release(发行) my first record in June 1986. It17over 2 million copies.

    My best efforts had gone into every job I've ever held. It was the18of responsibility that made me feel like a man. Knowing that I had done my19filled me with pride. I still feel that way today, even though I have become a well-known20.

    I was six years old. It was Halloween. The school was having its annual Halloween parade(游行) to 1 it. All the kids would march a few 2 through the neighborhood.

    “Just buy him a costume,” my father said. “ It doesn't cost much.”

    But no, my mother decided, 3 it was my first parade, she would 4 me a costume: the mummy(木乃伊), my favorite scary character.

    She 5 white rags(布片) and old towels and wound them 6 me, holding them in place with safety pins. Then she arranged the rags with toilet paper and tape. It took a long time, but I was still 7 enough to see the result. When she finished, I could 8 wait to look in the9 I was a mummy! I moved back and forth in front of it 10.

    “Oh, you're very scary.” my mother said.

    She drove me to school. We started our parade. The more I walked, the 11. the rags got. Then, about two blocks out, it began to 12 The next thing I knew was that the toilet paper was beginning to dissolve (溶解).13 the rags became even looser and fell to my ankles, wrists, and neck and you could see my undershirt and under pants, which made me extremely 14.

    “Look at Charley!” the other kids screamed. They were 15. I was burning red. I wanted to escape, but where did you go in the middle of a parade?

    When we 16 reached the schoolyard, I was all wet, with a mess of rags and toilet paper pieces. The parents were waiting there with 17, starting to take photos of us. I saw my mother first. As she spotted me, she 18 her hand to her mouth. I burst into19.

    “You20 my life!” I cried.

    In 1993, Greg Mortenson travelled to northern Pakistan to climb K2, the world's second highest mountain. Instead of reaching the top, he became so1that he had to come down. Some porters took him home to Korphe, their village, and 2him.

    While he was recovering, Greg3the village children writing their lessons outside in the dirt. The village had no4 and couldn't pay $l a day for a teacher. Greg decided to pay the village back by raising money to build a school and5a teacher.

    Back home in Montana, Greg wrote many6to celebrities（名人）and business people.7, he received just one reply and one check for $100. Then he wrote 16 grant proposals（补助金申请）— all were8. Finally he started9his things, but only raised $2,000.

    Then an elementary school class in Wisconsin10a project called Pennies for Pakistan. They11$623 in pennies to CAI — Central Asia Institute, founded by Greg. After that, adults began to take a(n)12in his project.13, Greg raised $12,000 and in 1996, CAI14its first project — the school in Korphe.

    Over two decades, CAI's15have expanded into other areas of Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Tajikistan, many of them too dangerous or remote for other organizations to reach. CAI has16the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. Hundreds of new requests for17still cross the organization's desks every day. It looks forward to18these future projects, because Greg and CAI truly19the surest path to peace is through20. With education they can change the world, one child at a time.

Jake and Max Klein are twin brothers who have a passion for volunteering. Their family have always done community 1 .At a young age, they chose to 2 family's gifts at their birthday parties, but asked them to donate money to a charity. When they were seven, Jake and Max were interested in 3 with a family friend at the local homeless shelter to help cook. 4 ， he turned them down because they were too 5 and they had to be fourteen to cook. This led them on an endless 6 to come up with a way to help other kids who were also facing a 7 challenging: wanting to help but 8 because of their age.

So, Kids That Do Good was 9 to "show ways to kids or adults, at any age, they could join the community and make a 10 .The small 11 has grown into a large website that brings thousands of 12 visitors each year. Jake and Max say that their website brings 35,000 unique viewers, of those viewers, Kids That Do Good has 13 kids to 16,000 organizations.

Jake and Max are 14 with school and after-class activities and other community service promises. Kids That Do Good also has blog posts that advise kids on 15 their own charitable event.

"Oswa kitonga?" – "Did you get the vaccine (疫苗) yet?"

My 1 of Lingala-the language spoken in the northwest of the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC)-is still very poor, but the most important 2 I have already learned. The children proudly 3 me their fingernails, which have been painted black to 4 them as already vaccinated. 5 I move on, they are still calling for me: "Mundele, mundele!" This is the way I am 6 everywhere these days. "Mundele" means "white" in Lingala and after all, it doesn't happen very often that a mundele arrives in this 7 of the deep Congolese forest.

A severe measles(麻疹) epidemic has been8 in the DRC since early 2019. And, as of early March 2020, 334,578 people have been sick and 6,338 have died. The number of unreported 9 is probably much higher though. In10 , MSF(无国界医生组织) is working in various regions of the country to fight back against measles-a disease so easily 11 with vaccines. Our 12 is to vaccinate all children between six months and 14 years old, living in the areas still being badly 13 by measles-that is approximately 23,000 people!

I've been on my feet since 5 a. m. and on my motorcycle for almost seven hours-after we first14 the Tshuapa River in a boat in the early morning. It is a swampy forest, full of small streams. The path is narrow and uneven, branches and plants stretch far, scratching my arms, 15 my knee and helmet. From time to time, there is even a whole tree trunk that 16 the way. Or, just like here, a bridge made of tree trunks 17 which each "moto" has to pass individually. While waiting for the last motos to18 , a woman from the next village comes by. When she hears about our vaccination campaign, she bursts into tears, telling us about her five children she already lost to measles. She begs us to vaccinate the19 ones. I am deeply moved and 20 her that we will vaccinate all of her children, each of them!