While I was waiting to enter university, I saw in a newspaper a teaching job1at a school about ten miles from where I lived. Being very short of2and wanting to do something3I applied (申请),4as I did so, that without a degree and with no5of teaching my chances of getting the job were6.

    However, three days later, a letter arrived, calling me to Croydon for a meeting with the headmaster. It proved to be a7journey: a train to Croydon station, a ten-minute bus ride and then a walk of at8a quarter of a mile. As a result I arrived there, feeling too hot to be nervous. It was clearly the9himself that10the door. He was short and round.

    "The school," he said, "is made up of one11of twenty-four boys between seven and thirteen." I should have to teach all the subjects except art,12he taught himself. I should have to divide the class into13groups and teach them in turn at three different14 and I was15at the thought of teaching maths—a subject at which I wasn't very16at school. Worse perhaps was the idea of17to teach them on Saturday afternoon because most of my friends would be18themselves at that time.

    Before I had time to ask about my salary, he got up to his19 "Now" he said, you'd better meet my wife. She is the one who really20this school.

    I grew up on a big farm in the small rural community of Catevisa, Missouri, as the sixth of seven children. My parents, Archie and Altha, often 1 during meals how everything on the table came from the 2.

    Besides running the farm, Dad was also a 3. In the fall of 1970, he was working on a house when the ladder broke 4. His back was fractured in two places and 5needed rescue.

    He stayed in the hospital for three weeks, 6 his back to align (校准) correctly so the bones would 7 perfectly.

    On Thanksgiving, Dad was still in the hospital. We always killed pigs the day after the holiday so that we had enough pork 8 for the next year, and that year my uncle 9 with a couple of cousins to help my three older brothers prepare our year's supply.

    After Dad returned home, he was in a back brace, saddened for 10 to work. Worse still, the doctor told us his chance of complete recovery was 11. I was too young to realize our family had no money coming 12 as Christmas approached.

    One night we heard a car coming up the long driveway and we kids were 13 about who was visiting. Peggy Phelan, my neighbor, was at the door, holding an envelope 14 with money which, according to her account, she had 15 in the community. And she was there to 16 it!

Dad tried to 17 but Peggy would have none of it. I can still hear her saying, "Archie, whenever someone's baler (压捆机) is broken, you help them to bale their hay. Every time someone passes away, Altha is cooking. It's our18."

    That evening, I understood what being a good neighbor was, and that 19 my parents were good neighbors, their 20 would be paid back.

    William Weaver was one of 14 black students integrating(使融合进入) the all—white West High School. A teacher told him that he “didn't belong.” He had a test and the teacher 1 him and then just took the paper away and said, “ 2 is up.” The first report card he got was 3 F's. So he started to think maybe he didn't belong and that he was 4 .

    One evening he was at home and Edward Hill, his science teacher from the 5 school, came by to visit. Weaver told Mr Hill that the white school were trying to 6 him away. Mr Hill asked Weaver to come to his old school after 7 . So every day waiting for him would be Mr. Hill with other teachers and they 8 him. Once he got past those F's, he stopped 9 himself. But no matter what he did, he was never 10 at that school. Weaver never had a 11 with a counselor(辅导员)about going to college. But, to his 12 , he got a letter telling him he had been awarded a scholarship. Weaver 13 it and went on to 14 Howard University.

    Many years 15 , Weaver came across Mr Hill and told him, “Mr Hill, if I had not gotten that 16 , I don't know what would have happened. And I don't know 17 I got the scholarship because I never even applied for it.” Mr Hill said, “I know, because I filled in the 18 and sent it off for you.” So Mr Hill stepped 19 and changed his life, 20 at that time Weaver didn't realize how much he was being helped.

    Jayce began noticing when he was in kindergarten that he looked different from his classmates. They had two arms. He had one.

    It started when one boy 1 him, said his mother, Lewis. He'd return to his home with questions: “Why am I 2? Why me? His mother recalled he was actually mad at God for making him that way and that it was a heavy 3 to his heart.

    Lewis 4 she didn't know what to do at that point. A few weeks later, Lewis turned on the TV to a news story about an eighth grader, Trashaun, becoming an Internet hit after 5 videos of his slam dunks (灌篮), and, like Jayce, he 6 most of his left arm. Lewis called Jayce in. To her surprise, Jayce was immediately 7. At the time, it seemed that watching Trashaun was 8 an inspiring moment for Jayce—he saw a role model with a similar 9. If it had stayed just that, Lewis would have been happy enough. But little did she know that a family friend had already 10 to the newspaper to help set up a 11 with Trashaun to build Jayce's confidence.

    The boys met and instantly 12 with each other as both of them were in the same condition. They rode bikes, took photos, and shot basketball on the court. Instead of spending the whole day feeling 13 for themselves, they had a lot of fun. However, Trashaun did get 14 with Jayce sometimes. They talked about his left arm. He told Jayce he was perfect the way God made him. He also told him not to let anyone 15 him and not to let those words shake his 16.

    Since that meeting, Lewis has seen a noticeable 17 in her son. As for Trashaun, his relationship with Jayce made him 18 to help more kids. “Honestly, it 19 a lot to know that I changed Jayce's life,” Trashaun says. Still, he never dreamed that his 20 would have such an impact. “I just thought my friends would see them, and be like, 'Oh, he dunked it!'”

    He certainly did.

Army veteran (老兵) Curt Payne is a long-time resident of Manchester, New Hampshire. If you happen to run into Payne on the streets of Manchester while he is volunteering, he will most 1 greet you with a friendly smile as he recites his commonly repeated words: "Peace, love, and we're going to be alright."

Back in 2001, Payne, who is often 2 by his nickname "Major", was 3 disabled after a car crash that came very close to taking his 4. These days, Payne 5 countless hours to his volunteer efforts, cleaning up all around the Queen City and making the streets, public parks, and sidewalks a 6 place. "It's the easiest job I've ever done in my life. And it's the most 7," said Payne with regard to the daily 8 he has taken upon himself.

Aside from his 9 nature, volunteer efforts, and overall positive energy, Payne is known among the community for riding around on his 10 bicycle. According to Payne, he rode his bike over 900 miles last year. Payne has always taken good care of his bike because it's his 11 means of transportation.

That's why Payne was so extremely upset and shocked when a bike thief cut his lock outside his apartment and stole his most prized 12. "He doesn't have a 13 ; that's his main set of wheels," said Parker Diamond, a close friend of Payne. The army veteran had no 14 what to do. His bicycle 15 the world to him and now it was gone.

Luckily, word spread about Payne's 16 on social media and good Samaritans began to respond.

Within just a few days, strangers 17 with Payne, offering to replace the bike.

While Payne remains 18 that his cherished bicycle will turn up, he has found comfort knowing that his community 19 and supports him. "There're angels 20 him around," said Diamond.