One day I was riding on a crowded bus downtown to go to work when it rained suddenly. The windows of the bus were soon 1  and we couldn't see the outside. Everyone was in low spirits. I was sitting next to a man in a business suit and I paid little attention 2  we both got off at the same stop and walked to the same news-stand(报刊亭) to get a morning 3 .

    The man   4  the stand was obviously having a bad day. He was  5  and unsmiling as we bought our papers, which only  6 more gloom (郁闷) to my day. The businessman   7  my eyes and smiled brightly,  8  the news-stand owner for the paper and for being open on such a morning to 9 we were able to get our papers.

    As we went away, I asked this man why he was so  10  to the newsman when he didn't respond to his  11 of thanks and friendliness.The businessman smiled at me and said, “Why would I let someone else 12  what I say and what I feel?”

    We then  13 to go to our own work places. To this day, I still don't know who that businessman was, or where he worked.  14 , I know nothing about him. He appeared briefly in my life and disappeared just as 15  . But I've never forgotten the words he said and his   16   which seemed like a ray of light on a gloomy day.

    That was a good 25 years   17  , but the effect this had on my life has lasted. I have learnt that we cannot control people and   18  we are in, but we can always control our19 to them. That is, it is within our control and our 20 to make such positive decisions and thus to make a positive difference.

    When high school started, Becky and I became best friends. We 1 many interests and quickly became inseparable. When high school ended, we both cried because we would attend different colleges in the fall.

    Our first term of university life was 2. We had a huge telephone bill and our e-mails were incredibly long. In the second term, l found some new friends wih whom I felt very3. These were friends with whom I could be myself and 4 out my feelings. I was eager to share my new friends with Becky.

    When Becky finally visited me at my school, we were excited. She brought a toy bear as a present and told me about her college life. However, something unexpected happened when I 5 her to my new friends. Her eyes grew dark and l could see the 6 within them. My new friends tried to share their friendship, but Becky seemed 7 to accept it. I didn't understand why the people l loved most couldn't love each other.

    Becky left. I knew she was not happy. I thought long about what had happened. After many unanswered questions, I understood that she was 8. She saw me with my new friends and regretted that we longer shared the same experience. She saw all the fun l was having 9 her and wished she could be a part of it. She wished she could be in their 10.

    I wrote a letter to Becky11 she's always my best friends. I told her everyone had friends from home and friends from school, and all the friends were indeed life's greatest 12. Becky wrote me back soon. She was in 13 and felt sorry about what she had done.

    I think Becky and I both learn an important lesson from it. 14 can influence our friendship and change the experience we've shared. We are now walking on two different paths of life while new friends are special and exciting, old friends are always there,15 to share their heart and soul, no matter how far apart.

    On a hot summer day in America, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. He dived into the cool water, Not 1that as he swam towards the middle of the lake, a crocodile (鳄鱼) was swimming toward him.

    His mother2was looking out of the window and saw the two as they got closer and closer. In great3she ran toward the water,4 to her son as loudly as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became 5 and made a U-turn to swim to his mother.6 it was too late. Just as he reached her, the 7reached him. From the shore, the mother 8 her little boy by the arms just as the crocodile snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war (拔河) between the 9The crocodile was much 10 than the mother, but the mother wouldn't11A farmer 12to drive by, heard their screams, raced from his truck, took aim and13 the crocodile.

    14 after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His 15were extremely scarred (留下疤痕) by the attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches (抓痕) where his mother's fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

    The newspaper reporter, who 16the boy, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his legs. And then, with obvious 17 he said to the reporter, “But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them 18my Mom wouldn't let go.”

    Never judge another person's19, because you don't know 20 they were made.

    I was on my way home from work, cutting through the park. On that day, the sun seemed to 1 faster than usual, and all of a sudden I found myself walking 2 I was less than half a mile from my apartment,3the path would lead me over a bridge, across train tracks, and 4 an unlit underpass (地下通道).

Then 5 I heard him — a stranger running alongside me. My mouth went 6. My legs felt like water. But I didn't7my pace. Instead, I stopped, turned, and8 him. He came out of the bushes and said he'd been watching me for a long time.9he walked beside me, I moved a little closer to the edge of the10When we reached the bridge, a train raced past, and he seized the moment,11 himself suddenly at me as his hands12my throat. The self-defense skills I had learned years before kicked in, and I dug my 13into his eye, hard. But he14grew bolder (大胆), pulling at my clothes. So I put all my 15into that thumb, and finally he16.

I was shaking with 17but I looked him straight in the eye and began to back away. I 18to run the hell out of there, but then I 19 another self-defense lesson: Never20 because then you're prey (猎物). So I walked away —alone — through the dark underpass as I dialed 911 with trembling fingers.

    On some special occasions in your life,you may find yourself faced with various choices.You've probably been asked what you would do if you found a leather1full of cash.Would you keep it,turn it in to the police or ask for a 2?Woralop,a tramp from Thailand,only had 9 baht（铢）to his name when he found it with 20,000 baht and several credit3in it.

    It was more than4to buy him food and even a place to stay for weeks.5he didn't think about keeping it. He ran after the owner to6it,after seeing him7it by mistake.He wasn't able to run fast enough to8the man, so he went straight to the nearest police station to9it over.

    The owner,Nity,hadn't even10he had lost things of his own when the police called to tell him they had it. When he learned that a11man had turned it in and saw that all the money and the cards were still inside,he was more than12The owner admitted that if he had no money he probably would have kept it.What a(n)13person Woralop was!

    Although he14gave Woralop a 2,000 baht,Nity later decided to also15the man a job at his factory in Bangkok.As a matter of fact,Woralop was more than happy to16it.It comes with a 11,000 baht17and good accommodation.

    The social media has already started posting18of Woralop at his new job.Woralop is such a good example that being friendly really does19When you're20to others,others have the same way that you treat them.

    When I was 13 years old, I stopped speaking. I'm still not exactly sure 1. I think I felt that words got me into trouble. The boys in my class were always 2 me, telling me to shut up. One day, I 3 into uncontrollable sobs behind the sports hall.

    So throughout my 4, I was silent dealing with the wider world only in whispers and shrugs. My isolation(孤立）led to indescribable 5 that nothing could relieve. I couldn't 6 or socialize. Then, at 15, a psychologist saw 7 in me She said I was in intelligent but 8, and needed to change schools for a fresh start.

    My parents sent me to a different comprehensive. I knew no one and I had the chance to 9 myself. Cheered by the psychologist's 10 in me, I worked hard and became a swot(刻苦学习的人). As a result, my parents were 11. Finally at 20, I was referred to a psychiatrist and he diagnosed me with a mild form of autism(自闭症). It was such a(n) 12 to know what was happening that I cried on the bus on the way home.

    It took a further five years to 13 again, a decision that was as much a surprise to me as it was to everyone else. I 14 myself hard, becoming more confident. Gradually, I 15 my speech. I definitely get more than usual pleasure from the use of 16. It's still such a fresh experience for me 17 different words—ones that can sound so complex, and carry so much 18.

    When I think of what I have 19, I feel like crying, but I don't 20it up anymore. Instead, I enjoy talking about it.