Once upon a time there lived a cruel lion in a thick forest.All the other animals are1of him.One day the lion was trapped in a2trap and no animal wanted to rescue him.

    A man3to come into the forest and saw the lion.The lion said,“I will die of4if I stay here.Please help me 5.I promise your kindness will be rewarded.”The man felt sorry for the lion and set him free.As soon as the lion got6,he let out a fierce roar.“I have been trapped in the cage for a long time.I am7I will have to eat you,said the lion.looking at the man.The man was8.

    However,he was clever enough to say,"Alright,you can eat me.But let's find someone and let him decide9 you are right in eating the person who has rescued you."

    The lion was10that no animal would speak against him,so he11.Just then a fox came and the lion asked the fox to be the12He said to the lion,"Sir,would you please13me how it all happened?"The lion was too14He entered the cage and closed the cage door.The fox15bolted（将……闩上）the cage from outside.And the ungrateful lion was16in the cage again.

    The lion asked the man for help again,but the man knew the lion wouldn't be17to him.He just walked away.

    When we're18by others,we should be thankful to others instead of returning bad for19.If we do that,we'll be left to20the consequences（后果）.

    My earliest memory of Dad was grabbing his hand while we walked together. As I grew1I remembered my father and I listened to basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep2the game was over. When I woke up in the morning, the score sheet with the3score on it would be lying 4me.

    On cold mornings my father would bring his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck5he delivered the bread to the stores. The6and the warmth from the bread made my mouth water and kept me warm.

    My father would7all my games. One night before an important game my father told me8that he wouldn't be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour9from his route. The next day as the game time approached, I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and10saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He managed to11it to the game.

    Years later I became a teacher. I'd never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me Dad had just been 12in a traffic accident. I could hear my heart13in my ears. I14the phone and went back to my bedroom. After that, nothing really15to me. I still taught in school16I couldn't focus on my teaching. One day, I was on the playground when a little boy walked up to me and17my hand. His hand held mine the same way I used to hold my father's by the last two18.At that moment I found my 19in life again. You see even though my father was gone, he left something with me. He left me his smile, compassion and touch. My purpose was to use those20as he did. From that day on I started.

    While traveling from New Zealand to Newcastle in the UK, I arrived in London to have my plane transfer(转机）. But unfortunately, the flight to Newcastle had been1 due to weather conditions.

    The airline was2—offering me a choice between a night in a hotel or a six-hour bus ride to my destination. With no3as to whether a flight to New Zealand would happen in the next two days, I 4the bus ride.

    I5all my baggage in the luggage compartment (行李箱）of the bus ,6 I would need nothing on the way. A young lady sitting beside me could see how7I was and asked me if anyone would be meeting me on my 8.

    I realized that I had left my cell phone in my bag and had no9to get in touch with my relatives. They would be 10me at the airport about five hour before the11got to Newcastle, not12what had happened. Without hesitation, the young lady13me the use of her cell- phone.

    When the bus made a rest stop, she asked me if I was getting out. I 14that I couldn't as I still had sandals(凉鞋）on, and15feet weren't ideal for the cold weather. When, she got back on, with a —16she'd bought me some tea and  a packet of sweets to eat.

    When we 17arrived in Newcastle, the lady18that someone was there to meet me. I asked her to wait a moment while I got my19to repay her, but when I looked up she had20 I was unable to even say thanks to her.

    A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox (儿童玩耍的沙场).  In the process of creating roads in the soft sand, he 1 a large rock in the middle of the sandbox.

    The boy 2 around the rock, managing to move it from the sand. With a little bit of 3, he pushed the rock out of the sandbox by using his feet. When the boy got the rock to the edge of the sandbox, 4, he found that he couldn't 5 it up and over the little wall. The rock was too 6 for his small body.

    As he 7 to accept his failure, the little boy dug, pushed and dragged, but every time he thought he had made some 8, the rock rolled and then fell back into the sandbox. The little boy 9 again and again, but his only 10 was to have the rock roll back.

    11 he burst into tears. All the time the boy's father 12 from his living room window as the story continued. At the moment the tears fell, a 13 voice rose above the boy's head. It was the boy's father. 14 but firmly he said, "Son, why didn't you use all the 15 that you had?" Defeated, the boy replied with tears, "But I did, Daddy, I did! I 16 all the strength that I had!" "No, son." 17 the father kindly. "You didn't use all the strength you had. You didn't  18 me to help you." With that the father picked up the rock and 19 it from the sandbox.

    Do you have "rocks" in your life that need to be removed? Are you discovering that you don't have the strength it takes to lift them? There is one who is always available to us and willing to 20 you with the strength you need.

    Realizing that our family cat, Misty, had disappeared was a1experience for me. We had recently moved into a home in a new suburb and on a far2road with cars coming and going. I had kept Misty locked up in the house for recommended two weeks.3, with everyone busy and excited for a new life, she disappeared not long after. We4for her everywhere. We tried our neighbor,5the railway track running along the back of our property and returned to our old house. We6looked for her whenever we went out, hoping to find a(n)7little cat hiding behind a tree or something.

    It was several weeks8Misty turned up. She must have tried to find her way back to our9home after all and then, when she didn't find us, decided to return.10and untidy, she let us make a big fuss over her.11was slow but eventually she looked plump and healthy once more. Yet Misty still wasn't content. A nervous cat12, she was as unsettled as she had been. But with so many other problems13on my shoulders at the time, I wasn't sure what to do about it.

    One morning we woke up to find that Misty was14again. After a quick search, my son found her body near our house, wrapped in an expensive sports jacket and left15on the side of the road. There was a16pinned to the jacket, expressing how very sorry the driver was that he didn't see her, and how he didn't have a chance to stop as she dashed out in front of him. I cried17because of the unknown driver's kindness, and also because I felt that I had let Misty down.

    We18Misty in our backyard. It helped me a lot to know that she had been19, when so many animals killed on the road aren't. The consideration of the stranger who had20to stop, wrap her up in his own clothing and write that heartfelt note in the early hours of the morning will always be remembered.

In 2019, Thierry Henry, a bus driver, found there was a rise in bike thefts in his city, Reykjavik. Rather than 1 that the bike was gone forever, he decided to take matters into his own hands and started to track down the bikes and return them to their 2 owners. 

The 44-year-old has helped return hundreds of stolen bikes in the past 4 years. His social media account has over 14, 500 members and helps people track down more than just lost bikes. His page 3 to people who have lost tools, cars and other items of high value. On top of his noble act, Henry has helped the bike 4 to reform in the process. 

5 , Henry would deal with the thieves with anger. However, over time, he realized that most of the thefts were driven out of poverty and other issues. He went from feeling 6 towards the thieves, to developing empathy （同理心） for their situations. It was very tough at first. But Henry decided to try to 7 them and just talk to them. 

From this moment onward, he reached out to the thieves, offering help and guidance. After the change in his 8 , Henry found that the bike thieves began to often hand back the bikes to him. Amazingly, some former thieves that Henry helped now 9 him in looking for the stolen bikes. 

"It's like a 10 that has got bigger and bigger, ". says Henry. "It's not only me. Many times, someone spots a bike hidden in a bush and takes a picture. Then someone else comments, 'hey, that's my bike'. "

Thanks to Henry, everyone's looking out.