I'd been proud that I'd never lost my cellphone until my husband Jack got a call one evening.

    We went to visit a friend in hospital last year. When Jack's 1 rang, it was my mother calling from my 2 . She asked if I had 3  my mobile. I checked my purse. It was 4 !

I used Jack's phone to call my number. Then a boy, whom I'll call Rhys, 5 it. "I found your phone!" he said, excitedly. "I have been trying to find you, but 6 it was getting late, I decided to leave." He gave me the address of a 7 near his home.

    Later that evening, I went to 8  him there. I didn't dare to go 9 , worrying this was some cheater. So Jack came along. After 10  10 km, we got to the coffee shop which Rhys 11 .

My 12 were gone. Rhys was just a young boy. "How did you 13 my mum?" I asked. He 14 that when he found my mobile by the roadside, he started calling people in my list of contacts (联系人). But all they 15 was my mobile phone number — which didn't 16 . He'd called many names, starting with the letter A. Finally he got Adam, one of my friends, who 17 my house.

    I was 18  to get my phone back with all the contacts, messages and photos I could have lost forever. I was so 19  to Rhys and offered him so me money, but he 20 .

    As we drove back, we praised Rhys for his honesty.

    Alia Baker is a librarian in Iraq. Her library used to be a 1place for all who loved books and liked to share knowledge. They2various matters all over the world. When the war was near, Alia was 3 that the fires of war would destroy the books, which are more 4 to her than mountains of gold. The books are in every language — new books, ancient books ,5a book on the history of Iraq that is seven hundred years old.

    She had asked the government for 6to move the books to a7 place, but they refused. So Alia took matters into her own hands.8 she brought books home every night,9 her car late after work. Her friends came to 10her when the war broke out. Anis, who owned a restaurant 11 to hide some books. All through the 12 Alia, Anis, his brothers and neighbours took the books from the library,13them over the seven-foot wall and14 them in the restaurant. The books stayed hidden as the war15 Then nine days later, a fire burned the16to the ground.

    One day, the bombing（轰炸） stopped and the 17left. But the war was not over yet. Alia knew that if the books were to be safe, they must be 18 again while the city was19 So she hired a truck to bring all the books to the houses of friends in the suburbs(郊区). Now Alia waited for the war to end and 20peace and a new library.

    Shutting the door heavily, seven-year-old Vito stormed into the room after school. He1himself into the sofa and cried loudly, “Dad, I am very 2.

Vito's father was quietly listening while working. Vito said, Joaquin made me lose 3 in front of my friends. I hope he 4 a few particularly bad luck things. ” His father went to a corner5a bag of coal and said to Vito, “Son6 that white shirt as Joaquin, and the bag of coal as some bad luck things. Use coal to hit the white shirt7 that every time you hit one on the shirt, Joaquin met with a bad luck thing. When you finish hitting all the coal, see what will8.

    Vito thought the game 9. He picked up coal to throw into the shirt. However, the shirt was hung in the10 rope. He tried again and again. He11throwing all the coal, but only a few on the shirt.

    Father asked Vito, “How do you feel now?”

    “It12me, but I am happy now.”

    Father saw his son did not understand his13 so he let Vito look in a large 14.What he could only see from his face was white15.

    Then the father said, “You see, the white shirt did not become particularly dirty, but you have become a 16 person'. You want a lot of bad luck things on others; the 17 is that the most unfortunate thing 18 on ourselves. There, our bad 19 may cause others to suffer bad luck, but the stains left to us is difficult to 20.

    The late Booth Tarkington always said, “I could take anything that life could force upon me except one thing: blindness. I could never 1 that.”

    One day, when he was along in his sixties, Tarkington 2 down at the carpet on the floor. The colors were not clear, so he went to a 3, and he soon learned the truth: he was losing his sight. What he4 most had come on him. And 5 did Tarkington react to it? To his amazement, he felt quite 6. When total darkness closed in, Tarkington even said, “I found I could take the 7 of my eyesight, just as a man can 8 anything else. If I lost all five of my9, I know I could live on inside my mind. For it is in the mind we see, and in the mind we live, whether we know it or not.”

    To 10 his eyesight, Tarkington had to go through over twelve operations within one year. He knew he couldn't 11 it, so the only way to lessen his 12 was to accept. And when he had to have 13 operations, he tried to remember how fortunate he was. He said, “How wonderful it is that 14 now has the skill to operate on anything so 15 as the human eye!”

    A(n) 16 man would have been nervous if he had had to tolerate over twelve operations and 17 Yet, Tarkington said, “I wouldn't 18 this experience for a happier one.” It taught him 19. It taught him that nothing life could bring him was 20 his strength to tolerate.

    The school held a teacher-parent meeting. A mother was asked to attend his son's school's first teacher-parent meeting. To the little boy's 1, she said she would go. This was the first time that his classmates and teacher 2 his mother and he felt 3 of her appearance. Although she was a 4 woman, there was a severe scar (疤痕) that 5 nearly the entire right side of her face. The boy never wanted to 6 why or how she got the scar.

    The people at the meeting were 7 by the kindness and natural beauty of his mother in spite of the scar, 8 the little boy was still embarrassed (尴尬) and 9 himself from everyone. However, he could 10 a conversation between his mother and his teacher.

    The teacher asked 11, “How did you get the scar on your face?”

    The mother replied, “12 my son was a baby, he was in a room that caught fire. Everyone was 13 afraid to go in because the fire was 14, so I went in. As I was running toward his bed, I saw a long piece of wood coming down and I placed myself over him trying to protect him. I was knocked 15 but fortunately, a fireman came in and saved both of us.” She 16 the burned side of her face.” This scar will be 17, but to this day, I have never 18 what I did.”

    Hearing this，the little boy came out running toward his mother with tears in his eyes. He held her in his arms and felt a great 19 of the sacrifice (牺牲) that his mother had made for him. He held her hand 20 for the rest of the day.

When I was a boy, there was but one permanent ambition among my comrades in our village on the west bank of Mississippi River. That was, to be a steamboat man. We had temporary ambitions of other sorts, but they were only temporary.

My father was a justice of the peace, and I supposed he possessed the power of life and death over all men and could hang anybody that offended him. This was distinction enough for me as a general thing; but the desire to be a steamboat man kept intruding(闯入), nevertheless. One of our boys in town, who went away and was not heard of for a long time, turned up as an apprentice engineer on a steamboat. This thing shook the bottom out of all my Sunday-school teachings. That boy was notoriously worldly, and I was just the opposite. There was nothing generous about this fellow in his greatness. He would always manage to have a rust y nail to scrub while his boat stopped at our town, and he would sit on the inside guard and scrub it, where we could all see him. And wherever his boat was laid up he would come home and show off in the town in his blackest and greasiest clothes, so that nobody could help remembering that he was a steamboat man; and he used all sorts of steamboat technical terms in his talk, as if he were so used to them that he forgot common people could not understand them.

This creature's career could produce but one result, and it was speedily followed. Boy after boy managed to get on the river. Despite many choices, pilot was the grandest position of all. The pilot, even in those days of trivial wages, had a princely salary—from 150-250 dollars a month, and no board payment. But our parents would not let us and our worry was that the next year would find us hunting for jobs with low pay again. So by and by I ran away. I said I never would come home again till I was a pilot and could come in glory.