I was required to read one of Bernie Siegel's books in college and was hooked on his positivity from that moment on. The stories of his unconventional1 and the exceptional patients he wrote about were so  2 to me and had such a big  3 on how I saw life from then on. Who knew that so many years later I would look to Dr. Bernie and his CDs again to  4my own cancer experience?

I'm an ambitious 5, and when I started going through chemo (化疗) , even though I'm a very 6person, I

lost my drive to write. I was just too tired and not in the 7. One day, while waiting to go in for 8 , I had one 

of Dr. Bernie's books in my hand. Another patient9 what I was reading and struck up a conversation with me 10

he had one of his books with him as well. It  11that among other things, he was an eighty-year-old writer. He 

was12a published author, and he was currently 13on a new book.

     We would see each other at various times and 14 friends. Sometimes he wore a duck hat, and I would tell

myself, he was definitely a(n)15of Dr. Bernie. He really put a 16on my face. He unfortunately  last17 year due to 

his cancer,18 he left a deep impression on me and gave me the  19to pick up my pen again. I  20to myself, “If 

he can do it, then so can I.”

    A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had 1a beautiful sports car in a showroom, and knowing his father could well2it, he told him that was all he wanted.

    As Graduation Day came near, the young man awaited 3 that his father had bought the car. 4, on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his5 study room. His father told him how 6 he was to have such a fine son, and told him how 7 he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully8 gift box.

    Curious, and somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and 9 a lovely, leather- bound (皮纸封面) Bible, 10 the young man's name pressed in gold. 11, he raised his voice to his father, and said “With 12 your money, you give me a Bible?” and stormed out of the house.

    Many years passed and the young man was very successful in 13. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very 14, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him 15 that graduation day.

    Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram16 him his father had passed away, and gave all his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and 17things.

    When he arrived at his father's house, sudden 18and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father's important papers and saw the still gift — wrapped Bible 19 as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. Suddenly, a car key dropped from the back of the 20. It had a tag (标签) with the date of his graduation on it, and the words PAID IN FULL.

    Dad had a green comb. He bought it when he married Mum. Every night，he would hand me his 1 and say, “Good girl, help Daddy clean it, OK?”

    I was 2 to do it. At age five, this dull task brought me such 3. I would excitedly turn the tap4and brush the comb carefully. Satisfied that I'd done a good job, I would happily return the comb to Dad. He would5affectionately(深情地）at me and place the comb in his wallet.

    Two years latter，Dad started his own 6which wasn't so good . Things started to 7, Dad didn't come home as early and as he used to. Mum and I became8with him for placing our family in trouble. With 9going on，an uncomfortable silence grew between us.

    After my graduation, Dad's business was getting back . On my 28th birthday, Dad came home10. As usually I helped him carry his bags into his study. When I turned to leave, he said，“Hey，would you help me 11 my comb?” I looked at him a while，then 12 the comb and headed to the sink.

It hit me then: why, as a child,13dad clean his comb was such a pleasure. That routine(习惯）meant dad was home early to 14 the evening with Mum and me. It15 a happy and loving family.

    I passed the clean comb back to Dad, He smiled at me and16 placed his comb in his wallet. But this time，I noticed something 17 Dad had aged. He had wrinkles next to his eyes when he smiled,18 his smile was still as 19as before, the smile of a father who just wanted a good 20 for his family.

    A young English teacher saved the lives of 30 students when he took1of a bus after its driver suffered a serious heart attack. Guy Harvold, 24, had 2the students and three course leaders from Gatwick airport, and they were travelling to Bournemouth to3 their host families. They were going to 4 a course at the ABC Language School in Bournemouth where Harvold works as a teacher.

    Harvold, who has not 5his driving test, said, “I was speaking to the students 6 I realized the bus was out of control.” The bus ran into trees at the side of the road and he 7 the driver was slumped (倒伏) over the 8 The driver didn't 9He was unconscious. The bus hit a lamp post and it broke the glass on the front door before Harvold 10 to bring the bus to a stop. Police 11 the young teacher's quick thinking. If he hadn't reacted 12there could have been a terrible13.

    The bus driver never regained 14 and died at Easy Surrey Hospital. He had worked regularly with the 15and was very well regarded by the teachers and students. Harvold said, “It was16 that no one else was hurt, but I hoped that the driver would17.

    The head of the language school told the local newspaper that the school is going to send Harvold on a weekend 18to Dublin with a friend, thanking him for his 19. A local driving school has also offered him six 20 driving lessons.

    It was the hottest day of the summer. I was driving along County Route 2, which went through the Sonoran Desert. Then I saw that a car had 1 down up ahead. It was the first car I'd seen in about half an hour. In the2, a few hundred feet ahead of the car, I saw a stooped(曲背的) figure 3 with a gas can in his hands. "There was nothing around for miles. There was no way this person going to 4it to the nearest town, which was a good twenty miles away, in this desert heat.

    I'd always been told to stay away from 5, but I thought if there ever was a time to do a good deed, this was it. Besides, 6I neared the figure, I saw an elderly man. I thought there was little7that he'd do me any harm. Therefore, I slowed down and pulled over. "Need a 8?" I asked.

    Now that I could see him clearly, it was 9 the old man was already in trouble. He'd only walked a hundred yards or so, and he looked as if he was going to pass out any moment. “I'd be most grateful, young lady, if you could help me get to a gas station,” he said slowly. “I seem to be out of petroleum.”

    "No problem," I replied.

    He 10 slowly into the car and kept silent for a few minutes while his body temperature normalized. I offered him a bottle of iced soda water. He accepted it 11. As we got close to the gas station, I asked him if he would like a ride back to his12. "I know it is 13your way," he paused. "And just where is your home, young lady?"

    "Elmwood," I replied, "And my name is Emily. Emily Hampton. "

    "You're a very kind lady, Ms. Hampton. My name is Edward Gilliam," said Edward.

    Edward 14 up his gas can. Then I drove him back to his car and helped him pour the petrol into his tank(邮箱). After that I followed him back into 15just to make sure he was OK. At the gas station, we waved goodbye.

    The next morning, the doorbell rang. I came down the stairs and saw a giant bouquet of flowers with small note16.

    "Dearest Emily, thank you for your17yesterday. You just might have saved my life. You 18an old man of how much beauty there is in this world. "

    Walking across campus with every pair of eyes on you can be embarrassing, especially when you're 13 years old. I looked around me in 1 of a friendly face, a smile, anything. I was quite disappointed. And I, 2, felt somewhat foolish, walking across campus 3 with a false smile plastered(粘贴)across my face. I was simply 4 to follow the advice my mother had given me years before: when things get 5, smile. No matter where you are, a smile will always be understood. A smile is 6. At that very moment, however, I felt my mother's advice didn't 7.

    When the teacher 8 me to the class as the "American girl," 10 sets of hands immediately shot up. Some students had 9; others wanted to practice their English with me. Because I couldn't speak much Chinese 10, I communicated with them via gestures mixed in with 11 English and Chinese. Although I was 12, I wasn't sure how much of it was 13. It was almost as if they were 14 about me and I was being examined. 15 who could blame them? After all, I was the first American ever to 16 the school.

    Then, from across the room, a Chinese classmate suddenly 17 at me, and my nerves were instantly 18. Though there are cultural and language 19, we were sharing something in common. And as usual, my mother was right. A smile does make a 20.