Pooja Dhingra is an Indian chef and businesswoman, the owner of macaroon bakery chain Le 15 Patisserie (西饼店) in Mumbai. She should have been a lawyer. But while studying 1 at university in Mumbai, she decided to 2 her major and do something more creative.

    Dhingra's father and her elder brother are both restaurant owners. Remembering helping her mother in the 3 during her childhood, she decided to work with food instead of legal cases. She 4 her parents to let her attend a hospitality (招待) and management course in Switzerland. Three years later, she went to Paris to learn the 5 of French baking. There her friends took her to one of the best macaroon shops. After just one 6, Dhingra determined that when she returned to Mumbai she would 7 her own shop, the first of its kind in India.

    After graduation, she started making macaroons in her parents' kitchen, 8 it was a complete failure. The hot and wet weather in Mumbai made it 9 to make delicious cakes. It took her around six months of research and 60 failed 10 to finally get a favorite recipe. Yet being both young and female 11 she faced extra challenges. “The biggest problem was to get people to take you 12,” she says. “For example, if I had to buy machinery, I would have to ask my father to make these calls for me.”

    Dhingra eventually opened her first shop in 2010. To 13 sales in a city where very few people knew what a macaroon was, Dhingra gave away some 14 macaroons to customers, which made her cakes popular immediately. She continued 15 new recipes. “Once you know basic techniques, inventing recipes is very 16,” she said. “All you need is an open 17. I get a lot of my ideas and 18 from basic things around me.”

    Dhingra is the author of a best-selling cookery book, The Big Book of Treats. She also started running classes on how to make macaroons and other cakes. In 2016, Dhingra 19 her business, opening a new location called Le 15 Café. Today, as a professional baker, Dhingra 20 up one of India's finest patisseries .

    I learned my first lesson at a meeting. As we sat around the table I heard Meg, who was 1 a recent operation, talking to Judith, the manager of our project. “Thank you so much for 2my daughters to their dance lessons last week.” “Don't mention it,” Judith says, “It was nothing.”

    Knowing how 3Judith's schedule is, with her work, kids and aging parents, I found her driving Meg's children to lessons unbelievably 4. I was about to say more about this when Donna, another colleague, entered the room 5. She apologized for being late, saying she just hosted a lunch for her friends who are over seventy. “That is so nice of you,” I say,6 how busy she was, how she didn't like to cook and clean. “Oh,” she said, waving her hand, “It was nothing.”7, I could still tell the 8in her voice. She did gain a sense of satisfaction from the entertainment offered to her friends.

Seeing their 9to help others selflessly, I started thinking about the concept of “nothing”, this peaceful and generous way of living— had it really been nothing or were they simply saying that? It 10to me that once I spent a whole afternoon after work helping a friend 11a speech. I 12her to rearrange the sequence of the stories in the lecture to make it sound more 13. After the fifth try, she finally 14it. She hugged me with 15, saying thanks to me. I smiled and said it was nothing.

    Suddenly, I realized that helping someone was really something to me. I learned that giving from the heart doesn't 16mean sacrifice and hard work. The 17is finding something we love to do and finding someone who 18that something. Our generosity pan benefit others 19ourselves. Once you have a good 20of it, it's nothing. And it's really something.

    At least thirty times Bobby had tried to climb the snowy mountain, but he had never 1the top. His friend old Peeper, who knew a lot about his failures,2Bobby to try again. He gave Bobby a pair of3 and said, “If it starts clouding over, put on the glasses, or if your feet start hurting, put them on too. The glasses are very4. They'll help you.” Bobby 5 the gift without much thought.

    At least thirty times Bobby had tried to climb the snowy mountain, but he The day came when he was to have another6. About two hours after he started, he felt his feet hurting. Then he7what Peeper had said, and put on the glasses. The pain was pretty bad, but8 the sunglasses he could clearly see the snow-covered mountain top, so he went on.

    At least thirty times Bobby had tried to climb the snowy mountain, but he9, clouds were gathering. But this time Bobby could still see the 10through the clouds. He kept 11 , leaving the clouds behind, forgetting his pain, and finally arriving at the top. It was certainly worth it. His feeling of12 was extremely good, almost as great as that 13view. The mountain below was surrounded by a sea of clouds. He couldn't believe that the clouds were as 14 as that, so he looked more closely at the sunglasses, and discovered the 15. Peeper had engraved(镌刻) the snow-covered mountain top on the sunglasses,16 Bobby could see it when he was looking upwards!

    At least thirty times Bobby had tried to climb the snowy mountain, but he Bobby17 that the only obstacle(障碍) to reaching the top had been losing18when he couldn't see the mountain top. He was thankful that Peeper had used that little19to help him see that his20 was never impossible, and that it was still there, where it had always been.

    When my oldest son was in high school, he planned to1 a Christian contemporary concert with the youth group from our church. To my 2 Aaron invited me to go along. I3 accepted; however, by the time the date of the concert arrived, my youngest son had been ill, and I was4 about him. I hesitated (犹豫). Then my husband5 me to attend the concert, promising he would take care of our youngest.

    Finally, the6 was made. Aaron was sixteen years old. How many 7 would I have to do something fun with him8he went away to college? And how many youths actually would 9 their mothers to attend a concert with them that was clearly for teens? I would not miss this opportunity.

At the concert, I 10with Aaron in the third row, putting cotton in my ears to block out the 11 ear-splitting music of the first performer. I stood when the kids stood, clapped when they 12 and never let anyone know how13 I was to feel the floor shaking beneath my feet. Aaron and his friends were 14at my enthusiasm (激情).

    By the time we left the concert, my ears were ringing, but it quickly passed.15 did my son's teenage years.16he was in college and away from home. I missed him more than I could say. Whenever I felt17 I would think back to the concert we attended and be thankful once again that I didn't 18an opportunity to spend time with my son.

    Aaron is now grown and has a family of his own, but he often calls just to 19and tell me about his day. I drop everything and 20the moment.

    "Somebody just died," my daughter Kathy begins. "Somebody was just born," I answer, smiling. "Somebody is 1," she replies.

    "Somebody is laughing,"

    This is our game. It's our secret way of being 2at the complexity (复杂性) of the world.

    I was 3our game yesterday as Molly, my 15-year-old pet dog, lay beside me. Molly was 4a companion. She was part of me. But she was 5.

    Molly was given to me as a puppy and has been my side ever since. But she started to walk slowly and then6when I took her out the other day.

    "She is ready to go," I told my husband.

    One day, I wandered down the stream to think. 7I looked around, I thought that the 8of a forest is not all about the green leaves or colorful plants. It is the decay(腐烂) that makes the color 9.

    The10between me and Kathy rang in my mind. "Something is decaying," I thought, "Something is 11."

    We chose to keep Molly at home, to spare her the anxiety of one 12trip to the vet. Our task was to keep her company and make sure she was 13.

    I want to be 14her side. I took hold of Molly and placed my fingers over her beating heart. I kept them there, 15her pulse, until it stopped. I didn't beg her to 16. But that doesn't mean I didn't cry. The girls hugged me, more frightened by my 17than by the loss of the dog.

    "Mommy! Say you'll be happy again," Kathy cried.

"Remember the game?" I whispered 18, "Where sometimes somebody is happy and 19is sad?" She nodded.

    For now, I'm just somebody sad. Somebody who cries. Maybe tomorrow, or the day after, I'll be somebody who20.

    Being jobless for the last three months, I am upset nowadays. My son has lost his 1 from a good school and he might have to go to a less qualified school. I have moved from a spacious (宽敞的) apartment to a small one in order to 2 my living expenses. My wife has built extra stress. On top of that, my father in-law 3 a week ago, which has added fuel to fire, 4 our family into a more terrible state.

    In these circumstances I have two mental 5: either to feel upset and keep losing my peace of mind, or 6 my negative thoughts with super mental powers about self-confidence and consistency, and 7 applying for new jobs with positive attitude.

    I choose the second option because I believe that the pain I am 8 today will build up my 9. My strengths will then increases my confidence and make me a good times make me a 10 man one day. I understand that good and bad stages are part of 11 . While good times make me happy, bad times 12 the ‘inner' me.

    Two months later, 13, I have finally landed on a job which is very exciting and offers a nice salary. Time has healed my wife's mental stress 14 the death of her father. My son has already been accepted by another good school because the admissions for new academic year were still 15 !

    As I am back on the track of normal life, I can 16 say that the most important things that helped me 17 the crisis (危机) were my consistent character of patience, and 18 attitude towards life. So, while I wish you all the best life can 19 you, I would highly recommend taking the same attitude towards life 20 you are trapped in any of such situations.