When I was fourteen I found Rocky.That spring day,I was catching fish with my grandfather when I1the faint（微弱的）crying and found the trembling wolf cub（幼兽）.As I bent down,he moved2toward me.Little Rocky gained3after I fed a few drops of warm milk to him.Soon he was4and warm.My grandfather finally agreed to let me 5him.

    That summer Rocky and I became6partners.We hunted the grasshoppers.And in the fall,we went to the nearest meadows（草地）7field mice.The winter months were the happiest I could8.Often we would make a fire in the bushes.Rocky would9his head between his front paws,with his eye on me10I told him stories.

    All the pleasure made me forget my Grandpa's repeated11,and one night I left Rocky unchained.The following morning I was told Rocky had12a rooster.My grandpa decided to return Rocky to nature,but it was 13 for me to lose him.

    For the next two years I was very busy,but I would14wonder if Rocky remembered me.Easter came early that year and during the holidays I went to15my cousins.On my way home,it began to snow heavily.I had to16for the night in the forest and hoped that by morning the storm would have17.The next day I realized the storm was even18.Unfortunately I found two wolves waiting to attack me.Then I heard a19to my side and turned my head. It was Rocky,and he had driven off the others.I cried and hugged him20.

    Lord Nithsdale was put into prison in 1716 because he was against King George I. As a (n)1 he was sentenced to death . His wife Winifred couldn't imagine life 2 her husband , so she was 3to do anything to save him .

    She was determined to 4the King and beg him for her husband's life, but the King didn't agree. Winifred refused to 5In desperation, she came up with a more 6 plan.  She visited her husband alongside her maid, her friends Mrs. Mills and Mrs. Morgan. Only two visitors at a time were allowed to enter the room. They took advantage of this 7, going into and out of the room many times to 8 the guards. She also gave the guards money and drink.

    9 inside the prison Winifred pulled out some10clothes and dressed her husband up as one of the11 Mrs. Mills. Mrs. Mills was then brought in, emotional and with her 12 buried in her handkerchief.  Lord Nithsdale then was led out by his wife, also holding the handkerchief to his eyes. This was very 13 or the guards would notice that one of the women had a long 14 ! Fortunately everyone managed to get outside at last.

    Winifred then returned to the room and 15 to be in an emotional conversation with her husband. After a suitable period of time had passed for her husband to leave ,she left the room and got some 16for herself by telling the guards that her husband was praying (祈祷) and should not be 17 This was a clever action as it allowed the 18 to go unnoticed for longer.

    To complete the clever escape and appear 19 they gave a tearful goodbye. Lord Nithsdale and his wife20and managed to leave the country together.

    When Mrs. Green told her pupils to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful, she thought how little these children in a(an)1neighborhood, had to be2 for. Most of the 3 would draw pictures of turkeys (火鸡) or of Thanksgiving tables full of everything4 to eat. That was what they believed was 5 them.

    What made Mrs. Green 6 was David's picture. David was so disappointed and likely to be 7 close in his shadow as they went outside for breaks. David's drawing was8 this:

    A hand, whose hand? The class was strongly attracted by his image. “I think it must be the 9 of God10us food,” said one student,

    “A 11 said another, “because they 12 the turkeys.”

    “It looks more like a policeman, and they13 us.” “1 think,” Lucy said 14 “that it is 15 to be all the hands that help us, but David could only draw one of them.”

    Mrs. Green had almost forgotten David in her16at finding the class so responsive(共鸣的). Having the others working on another project, she bent over his 17and asked whose hand it was.

    David whispered, “It's yours, Teacher.”

    Then Mrs. Green 18 she had taken David by the hand from time to time; she often did that with the children. But that it should have19 so much to David . . .

    Perhaps, she thought this was her Thanksgiving, and everybody's Thanksgiving—not the things given to us, but the small 20 that we give something to others.

    One cool morning, my mother and I went to several garage sales  (宅前旧货出售) to find something that our family might want. We finally 1at a pleasant house in the woods. The elderly 2 told me that he and his wife were retired (退休的) teachers. As we were searching, I heard the gentleman's wife say her    3to someone, and I immediately  4 who she was. She looked at me and said. "You're Lisa Miller." I looked at her 5, for it had been nearly thirty  6since I had been in her class.

    My mother immediately said sorry to her for any 7I might have made. She did that again after learning that I wasn't the sweet little child. She thought that if this woman 8 me after so many years, I must have done something 9. My teacher looked at my mother and 10 said. "Oh, no. She was very good." My teacher 11 that during the last week of school, I 12 her a plant from my mother's garden. It was a lamb's ear. She took us to her garden where she planted the lamb's ear. Over the years it 13. As I looked down her driveway with lamb's ears on both sides, she said, "Every day when I leave my house and drive up the driveway, I think of you. And when I come home they 14 me, I think of you."  Tears  15 my eyes. There at her home was a piece of my life that she had raised.

At that moment, she taught me more about 16than I  could imagine. We give pieces of ourselves every day 17 thought. We seldom imagine the effects (影响) that we have  on others' lives. That piece may grow and spread, becoming a(n) 18 part of a life. In the end it isn't the big things that matter, 19 the small things that make all the 20 in the world.

    In one of my college classes, we were required to do an act of kindness. My project included 1lunch for an elderly person. When I2the elderly person with the food I cooked, it never3to me that it would result in a new friendship and the discovery of a4.

    The person I visited was Bill, who was unable to5much. A nurse came regularly to help him move to and from the wheelchair because he has no6. Bill said he was delighted to see me and it was a7for him to eat a meal with me because he usually eats8. He said the food was great, but he enjoyed having9even more than the food.

    Bill had had a10life when working on the railroad and had many11stories to tell about his travels to many places. I was12a trip because of his stories. I had once13about traveling by train. However, I would14be going by train after meeting Bill.

    Perhaps the biggest15of this project was that I suddenly realized that I am16of working with the elderly. Spending time with them was fun-they have so much life experience to17. On the one hand, I am a good18. On the other hand, older people want someone to know their inner world, so it is a perfect19. I decided to focus my studies on the20. Hopefully in the future, I will work with them to help even more people like Bill.

    I come from one of those families where you have to yell at the dinner table to get in a word. Everyone has a strong 1, and talks at the same time, and no one has a 2 leading to heated arguments. We often talk or even debate with each other on different topics. 3 a family like mine has made me more 4 about the world around me, making me tend to question anything anyone tells me. But it has also made me realize that I'm not a good listener. And when I say "listening", I'm not 5 to the nodding-your-head-and-6-answering-Uh-huh-or-Ooh-I-see variety. I mean the kind of listening where you find yourself deeply 7 with the person you're speaking with, when his story becomes so 8 that your world becomes less about you and more about him. No, I was never very good at that.

    I spent summer in South Africa two years ago. I worked for a good non-profit 9 called Noah, which works 10 on behalf of children affected by AIDS. But 11 you asked me what I really did in South Africa, I'd tell you one thing: I listened, and I listened. Sometimes I 12, but mostly listened.

    And had I not spent two months 13, I might have missed the 14 moment when a quiet little girl at one of Noah's community centers, orphaned（孤儿）at the age of three, whispered after a long 15, "I love you."

    16 that summer, I knew how to hear. I could sit down with anyone and hear their 17 and nod and respond at the 18 time­but most of the time I was 19 about the next words out of my own mouth. Ever since my summer in South Africa, I have noticed that it's in those moments when my mouth is closed and my 20 is wide open that I've learned the most about other people, and perhaps about myself.