One day I visited an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting. I was expecting a quiet 1 of the splendid artwork.

    A young 2 viewing the paintings ahead of me 3 nonstop between themselves. I watched them a moment and decided the lady was doing all the talking. I admired the man's 4 for putti ng up with her 5 stream of words. Disturbed by their noise, I moved 6.

    I met them several times as I moved 7 the various rooms of art. Each time I heard her continuous flow of words, I moved away   8.

    I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a purchase 9 the couple approached the 10. Before they left, the man 11 into his pocket and pulled out a white object. He 12 it into a long stick and then 13 his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.

“He's a 14 man.” The clerk at the counter said. “Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age. During his recovery, he made a promise his life wouldn't change. So, as before, he and his wife come in 15 there is a new art show.”

     “But what does he get out of the art”. I asked “He can't see.”

“Can't see You're 16. He sees a lot, more than you and I do,” the clerk said, “His wife 17 each painting so he can see it in his head.”

    I learned something about patience, 18 and love that day. I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without  19 and the courage of a husband who would not  20 blindness to change his life. And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away, their arms intertwined.

    “Who can ever have imagined that someone like me would make it this far?” asked Chad Wood last week during his high school graduation speech as the best student. Chad offered 1 to his fellow classmates to never give up-and the words 2much more to himself. That's because Chad is deaf, and he told the story of the serious troubles he 3 to graduate first in his class at Harrison High school in Kennesaw, Georgia.

    Chad didn't start to 4 until he was 5, according to his mother, Pam Wood. Although her son was 5 a disadvantage, she was determined not to treat him6.“I've expected him to do everything every other kid does, and I saw no 7 why he couldn't,” she told ABC News.“And if he 8the first time, we just tried again.”

    Chad, 17, worked hard throughout school, 9 no special treatment but sitting at the front of the class and using a special audio system so he could hear the teacher. All his hard work 10. He received full school fare to Vanderbilt University. “Deafness had taught me a lesson to never11 ,” he said in the speech. ”Not when the experts tell you it cannot be done. Not when you have 12 so far behind that escaping seems the only way 13. Not when achieving your dreams seems an entire 14.”

    Chad spoke for about four minutes, after which he received a standing applause from the class and 15 messages from family, friends and strangers. “They've been sending me messages on Facebook, email; they've been talking to me in person telling me how it had a 16 on their lives and how they're really 17 by it,” Chad told ABC News. “It feels 18. Seeing that my words 19 have a power on someone and that they want to work harder 20 my words makes me feel wonderful.”

    We came back to the classroom after lunch while our classmates were playing outside.

    “Look at 1 I found in Ms. Lee's office.” Karen, a friend of mine, held up a small box filled with pieces of chalk in every color of the rainbow.

    “Wow! What fun it would be to write on the 2,” Judy's eyes shone with joy. “But Ms. Lee doesn't let us do so,” I responded. “Don't be 3, Janet. No one will ever know,” said Karen, 4 into the box and drawing out some chalk. At first I 5 joined my friends, however, gradually I found it was fun.

    Then it struck Judy that we should6each other to write names with our left hands. Picking up their chalk, they started. I7a white piece...

    “Better get this board cleaned off now,” said Judy, 8what I wrote on the board. Everything came off9my name! I was sweating in10and I felt my knees were getting11. It wasn't chalk at all, but a white piece of crayon(蜡笔). Mom had a 12: “Fools' names and faces always 13 in public.” I never understood 14 what it meant before. Now I did!

    I rushed to the toilet to get a can of cleanser and Judy 15 with paper towels. After rubbing hard, my name was 16, but an abrasion(磨损处) remained on the board.

    Hearing 17 coming, we remove every trace of wetness as 18 as possible. We were just slipping into our desks 19 the teacher walked in. Perhaps Ms. Lee never 20 the abrasion. But I did. I learned that day: “No one will ever know” is never true.

    On a dark grey morning, my mom said in a quiet voice. "Your dad and I have decided that we're moving to Singapore.”

    These words did not1much in my five-year-old brain until the day we had to2 and say goodbye to our close friends.

    Normally，mom always booked our3together. The4of sitting next to a stranger was never something I had to worry about, until now. Booking it late, we weren't given5when buying the seats.

    I was6as I walked on the plane and down the aisle. What I saw was something 7to an alien to me. It was an Indian lady dressed in a traditional Sari and having a massive bindi(额前的人工痣) between her eyebrows. But her8wasn't the only thing that9me away. I made a10 as if I had smelt something sour.

    My mom11walked me to the back of the plane, and12she wasn't any different from me and I should be respectful because it was her13and religion.

    As we got prepared to14, the lady buckled(扣住 )her seatbelt and took out a book from her bag. At that point I am15that the book was in English! After a short sleep, I16to dinner time. I got spaghetti and so did the lady sitting next to me. She was eating the same thing as me!

    Throughout the flight, I17in my young little mind that she was just a human being like me though she looked and18differently, which provided me with a19of being a human being who20all types of lifestyles.

    I had stopped to get gas at a place where I almost never go. I had 1 about cleaning my windshield (挡风玻璃). But then when the gas 2 was almost finished, I decided for some reason to 3 and clean it. That's what I was doing when a woman approached me and asked for 4.

    There were two women, one middle aged, the other twenty-something, 5 a young child in the back seat. On a day when the temperature was well past 100, they were 6 in an old car with no air conditioning, driving from a town about an hour away.

    "Can you tell us how to get to Mopac, sir?" She had a folded-up printout of directions from Google maps. "Sure. Where on Mopac are you 7?" I asked. She unfolded the printout and showed me the 8. I knew it well, and started to get the 9 that this moment was meant to happen. "I know 10 where that is." I told her. "I used to have a(n) 11 in that building to work in."

    I 12 giving directions to the older lady, and then again to her 13, who was the driver. It took a while, because I 14 each instruction to make sure they understood. In a sincere moment of 15, the older lady thanked me.

    The whole 16 helped me much more than it helped her. I had been having a very 17 day. In fact, the only reason I had gone to that particular gas station was that I wanted to take a little drive and 18 my head.

    As I replaced the gas cap, having sent them on their way, I suddenly 19 that I felt better. My head was clear. And I am 20 for the real goodness it brought into my life.

On a hot afternoon Rhiannon was driving her old van down the highway. As she 1 her window to let in some fresh air, her car registration paper blew off the sun visor (防晒板) and onto the floor inside. When leaning down to 2 it, she accidentally drifted into oncoming traffic, in panic, she over-corrected and pulled the 3 sharply in the other direction. 4 , the van rolled over three times, and Rhiannon was thrown onto the road, lying in the middle of the road and bleeding, nearly 5 .

A medical student witnessed the accident and came to her 6 . He covered Rhiannon with his coat and gave her emergency first aid, including 7 the wound on her left arm before the ambulance arrived.

8 , Rhiannon was rushed to a hospital where an emergency room doctor spent hours 9 all the pieces of windshield (挡风玻璃) from her arm, and gave her three dozen stitches (缝针).

Luckily, Rhiannon was saved. Not for the bandage, she would not have 10 long enough for the emergency personnel to arrive. Though Rhiannon didn't know him, she was grateful to the medical student who saved her life. So she 11 the words online, "It's a pity that I don't know your name. If you happen to see or hear this story and recognize yourself, thank you for your kind 12 ."

Rhiannon also had a message for the other 13 heroes, "Please consider this a pay-it-forward letter of 14 —a letter from the 15 you helped who, for whatever reason, couldn't thank you themselves."