Sudha Chandran, a classical dancer from India, had to have her right leg cut after a car accident. She was also 1 on her career road.

    Though the accident brought her bright career to a 2, she didn't give up. In the 3 months that followed, Sudha met a doctor who developed an artificial 4 made from rubber filled with sponge (海绵). So 5 she wanted to go back to 6 after she had been fitted with an artificial leg. Sudha knew that she believed in 7 and could realize her dream, and 8 she began her courageous journey back to the world of dancing — 9 to balance, bend, stretch, walk, turn, twist and twirl.

    After every public recital (个人表演), she 10 ask her dad about her performance. “You 11 have a long way to go” was the answer she used to get 12. In January 1984, Sudha made a historic 13 by giving a public recital in Bombay. She performed in such a great manner that it 14 everyone to tears and this 15 pushed her to the number one position again. That evening when she asked her dad the 16 question, he didn't say anything. He just touched her feet as a praise.

    Sudha's comeback was 17 moving an event that a film producer 18 to make the story into a hit film. When someone asked Sudha how she had 19 to dance again, she said quite simply, “YOU DON'T NEED FEET TO DANCE.”20 is impossible in this world. If you have the will to win, you can achieve anything.

    It just seems right that homelessness is everywhere. But to a nine-year-old girl named Hailey Ford, she believes everyone should have a place to1 .

    She got the idea after 2a homeless man holding a piece of paper that said：“Hungry& Homeless” while out shopping with her mother. They gave the man a 3, but Hailey began thinking about how she could do 4 and continue providing food to the people in 5. Later she set up Hailey's Harvest, a garden with its own6. She grows fruits and vegetables, and 7her progress online.

    Harley soon realized that food was not 8.The inspiration behind the garden led Hailey to work on building mobile 9for the homeless in her community. In an effort to help, her mom Miranda10to apply for a grant.11 , many companies12 donate useful items to this amazing cause. Each environmentally friendly small home is13with a shingled roof, drywalls, wood siding, vinyl flooring, window curtains, a solar-powered lamp and most importantly, a14 on the front door.

    Hailey receive no 15for her hard work. The homeless, her mom said, are people she 16as her friends. It's that17, in part, that keeps her going and Miranda's selflessness comes from a place which seems 18 to most but seems completely natural to them. Though Hailey admits she gets19sometimes, she will continue her work because 20 can be better to change the world.

    This was my grandmother's first Christmas without grandfather. When we reached her house, it did seem a little 1 without grandfather.

    Grandfather had always said the Christmas 2 was the most important. So we set to work assembling (组装) the beautiful 3 tree that was stored in grandfather's closet (储藏柜). After we finished, we stepped back to 4 our work. It looked wonderful. But something was 5.

    "Where's the star?"I asked. It was my grandmother's 6. As we emptied box after box and found no star, my grandmother's eyes 7 with tears. Grandfather had given it to grandmother fifty years ago. Now, on her first Christmas without 8, the star was gone, too.

    "Let's 9 in the closet where the tree was, "my sister Donna said. We 10 under beds and over shelves, inside and outside 11we had excluded every possibility. We could see grandmother was 12, although she tried not to show it. By now, it was 13 outside, and time for bed, as Santa would soon be here.

    The next morning, my sister and I 14 early to see what Santa had left under the tree. After breakfast, the family sat together to 15 presents."The last gift is to grandmother from grandfather. "Father said, in a puzzled voice.

    "From who?"There was 16 in my grandmother's voice.

    "I found that 17 in the closet when we got the tree down, "Mother explained.

    My grandmother opened it. Her face lit up when she pulled out a(n) 18 golden star. There was a note attached. Her voice trembled (颠抖) as she read it:

    Don't be 19 with me, dear. I broke your star while putting away the tree. Thought it was time for a new one, I hope it brings you as much 20 as the first one. Merry Christmas.

    When my sister Diane began playing the violin, she was seven. How did she sound? Terrible. But she didn't 1. At twelve, she asked our parents if she could 2 a full-time music school. They said no. Actually, everyone agreed that my sister 3talent.

    I was better at my 4. My teacher had told my parents that I had great potential. So my parents found the best piano teacher in the area to 5me. But the only time he was 6was Saturday afternoons at 3 p.m. Back then, I was 7about the British TV shows "The Avengers", which was aired every Saturday at 3 p.m. I let nothing take up my "Avengers" hour. So I 8 this amazing opportunity. Today, I don't even have a 9 in my house.

    My sister became an engineer, but she 10 stopped making music. When she was in her 40s, she switched careers. She went back to college, got a(n)11in music education, and became a music teacher. She starts kids out on their first instrument and gives them all the encouragement and support she never12.

    Recently, she and a pianist pal put on a recital. A big crowd of friends and family13for her. As she played, I looked around at the audience. Everyone was 14enjoying the music. It occurred to me that I was the only person who remembered that 7 -year-old kid making those perfectly15sounds and knew how far she had come, despite everything.

    Talent is important. But enthusiasm is even more important.

    I always long for romantic moments, like a little girl longing for candies.However, my husband is my complete1His inability to bring romantic moments into our life has made me get tired of our2One day, I finally told him that I wanted a divorce.

    "Why?" he asked,3.

    "I am tired; there are no4for everything in the world!" I answered.

    He kept5, seeming to be in deep thought, with a lighted cigarette in his hands. Finally he asked," What can I do to change your6?"

    Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered," Let's say, I want a flower on a mountain cliff and picking the flower will cause your7Will you do it for me?"

    He answered," I will give you my answer tomorrow."

    I8the next morning, finding a piece of paper on the dining table, which read:" My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to9."

    My feeling of disappointment only10, but I continued reading:

    "You always leave the11keys behind, so I have to save my legs to12home to open the door for you. You always like to stay indoors and I13that you will feel too lonely, so I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories. You always stare14the computer and that will do nothing15for your eyes, so I have to save my eyes so that when we grow16, I can help to clip your nails. Thus, my dear,17I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do, I could not pick that flower yet, and die."

    My tears fell on the18and I continued reading:

    "Now that you have finished reading my answer, if you are19, please open the front door for I am standing outside20your favorite bread and fresh milk."

    Love, not words, wins arguments.

    When I settled(定居) in Chicago，my new city seemed so big and unfriendly. Then I had a 1 problem and had to go to hospital for a 2examination.

    It seemed a small 3 compared to the one I was about to face, but things started to go 4 right from the beginning , not having a car or5 the city, I was depending on the buses to get me from A to B, 6I'd left myself plenty of time, soon it was 7. I was going to be late, because I had mistakenly boarded a bus that was taking me in the 8 direction.

    I 9 the bus and stood on the road not knowing what to do, I looked into the eyes of a 10 , who was trying to get past me, 11 , instead of moving on, she stopped to ask if I was 12. After I explained my 13to her, she pointed to a bus stop across the street, where a bus would take me back into the city to my 14. Sitting there waiting, I felt 15that someone had been willing to help. 16, hearing a horn(喇叭)nearby, I looked up to see a car with my new friend 17 at me to get in. She had returned to offer me a 18 to the hospital.

    Such unexpected 19 from a passer-by was a lovely gift to receive. As I climbed out of the car at the hospital and turned to thank her, she smiled and told me not to lose  20, for all things are possible.