I quit my office job in 2012. At that time, a strong sense of 1bothered me. I didn't have a clue what I wanted to do with my life. So I committed myself to2. I took acting classes, traveled, volunteered on farms, and so forth. After a period of time, I realized my problem had 3changed. My idea bank was full of4. I had countless ideas for what I could perform to 5 a meaningful life. However, the number of the choices I had made me 6. Being passionate about so many things, I didn't know what I should 7to find a way forward.

    By chance, I read a book written by Stephen Covey, in which he 8that people “begin with the end in mind” when they need to make choices. The idea means knowing your final goal 9, and then you can more10 make the choices and take the steps 11to reach your goal. Thanks to Covey, I knew what I should 12. I showed an interest in 13 at an early age, and hoped to make a difference some day. So my interest14my final goal. And fortunately, after about two years of effort, now I have devoted myself to this15work—a professional dancer.

    In daily life, a large number of people may have the same 16— not knowing which to choose when they have lots of 17 for many things. According to my own experience, I have realized that in order to 18the uncertainty about choosing, knowing the final goal first really matters. Not only did it help me know 19 what I should pursue, but it also functioned as a firm belief that 20me to take action to make it.

    Whenever we hear about “the homeless”, most of us think of the Developing world. But the1is that homelessness is everywhere. For example, how many of us would expect to see people living on the streets of a2country like Germany?

    Kurt Muller and his wife Rita have spent eleven years making3for the homeless of Berlin, Germany's capital. They first4one long hot summer when most Germans were5on holiday. Kurt and his wife stayed at home, made sandwiches,6.

    The Mullers soon realized that food and clothing weren't7. “What these people also need is warmth and8,” says Rita. The Mullers didn't9to give their phone number to the street people and told them to phone anytime. Rita10there was somebody at home to answer the phone and their home was always11to anyone who couldn't face another night on the street.

    The couple were soon12all their time and money, so Kurt visited food and clothing companies to13donations. Today, over thirty companies14donate food and other goods to the cause and volunteers help to15them to the homeless. The public also give clothes and money and a shoe producer16new shoes.

    Kurt and Rita receive no17for their hard work. “ We feel like parents,” says Rita, “and parents shouldn't18money for helping their children. The love we get on the streets is our salary.” Though Rita admits she often gets19 She says she will continue with her work because she likes the feeling of having made a20.

    I felt like a good mother on that summer morning. I'd 1 up early, made a picnic lunch2 my three- and five-year-old daughters into the car, driven to my friend's house, packed her and her3 into the car, and driven the hour and a half to the shore where we4 our towels on the sands by 10 a.m.

    Soon the girls began running. About 50 yards from us, a man, maybe 5 his late 50s, was fishing. The girls stood next to him and watched with their mouths open 6 he cast the lines. He smiled at them. They all ran back to us except my three-year-old Drew, who7 just seated herself next to the white bucket where the man was 8 planning to put the fish he caught.

    However, suddenly a 9 came to my mind. Is it dangerous for Drew to stay there with the stranger? Good moms should also teach daughters that the world is dangerous. Then, I watched them like there was a hidden 10 in the lifeguard chair filming the man as America's Most Wanted. Every few minutes, I looked to my five-year-old to make sure she hadn't been 11 out to sea, then back to Drew to make sure there was no 12 between her and the stranger.

    When I looked at Drew again, she had started 13 with the man. She was probably telling him where we lived and how her father was away on 14. He nodded. She kept talking. He nodded again, then they laughed.

    A few seconds later, she ran back to us, with a toy fish in her hand. It must have been something 15 he used for bait(饵). The three other girls were 16 so they didn't try to 17 how eager they were to have one.

    Just when I was at a loss, there he was: the man, standing right next to us. He was holding three more toy fish. He handed them to each of the girls. By their 18 I realized that he was 19 a warm-hearted man, meaning no harm at all.

    “Thank you”, I said, realizing that yes, there is evil in this world…but there is also good, and 20 in strangers, and lessons for mothers to learn that only three-year-olds could teach them.

    It was Tom's first visit to England, and he was looking forward to his first journey on London's Underground Railway. And against his friends'1, he was determined to travel 2.

    He entered the station shortly after five o'clock in the afternoon. This is a 3 time to travel in London,4 crowds of people go home from work at this hour. He 5 to join a long line of people waiting for tickets. When at last his 6 came, he had some difficulty in making himself understood by the ticket seller. 7, he got the right ticket in the end and by asking people the 8, he also found the right platform. It was 9with people. He did not10 to get on the first train, but he was able to move nearer to the platform so as to be in a better 11to get on the next one. When this train came in, Tom was12 forward onto the train by the 13 of people from behind. The doors closed and the train moved off. He was unable to see the14  of the stations where the train 15but he knew that the station he wanted was the sixth 16 along the line. When the train reached the sixth station, Tom got off, feeling  17 that his journey had been so easy. But he suddenly realized that he had come to a station he had never

18 He explained his19 to a man who was standing on the platform. With a 20 on his face, he told Tom that he had caught a train going in the opposite direction.

    In most people's eyes, I was a golden girl when I was eighteen years old： I was president of the college drama society, a member of the student senate and so on. I was the1of all my friends and I was in a state of 2 .

    The old Greek tragedies3us that when pride rises, punishment falls. My universe4 with great suddenness when the scenery(舞台布景道具）fell on my head and I was left almost5for the next four months.

    My memory was in a mess and within a few months all my 6 were taken away. I was even told that I would have to leave the college at the end of the spring term7clearly, I couldn't do academic work.”

    Sad, I took one last 8by Dr. Jacob Taubes. He was the most brilliant teacher I had ever 9and in his class, I began to raise a tentative 10 and ask an occasional question. He would answer with great intensity, and soon I found myself asking 11 I questions constantly.

    One day I was walking to the bus when I heard Dr. Taubes12me,” Miss Houston, let me walk with you. You know, you have a most 13mind.”

“Me? 1 have a mind?”

    “Yes, of course.” Then he asked my understanding of some problems discussed in the classes. From that day on, Dr. Taubes continued to 14 me to the bus, always15 me with intellectually vigorous questions. Within several weeks my eyesight came back and my spirit 16 .

    Though what I acquired from the accident was a 17 sense of life, I remain deeply 18 for the attention Dr. Taubes had shown. He 19 me when I most needed it. I swore then that I would try to 20 and acknowledge the unlucky person as I had been acknowledged.

    Madison Williams was studying in her bedroom in August 2016 when the door burst open. It was her mother, Leigh Williams, with a horrific and 1 story: "A little boy fell into a septic tank (化粪池), and no one can reach him." Then she made a 2 : "Can you help?"

    Madison and Leigh ran to a neighbor's yard, 3 they found the boy's worried mother and other adults 4 a septic tank opening that was a few inches above the neatly trimmed lawn. The boy, who was only two years old, had 5the eight feet deep tank.

    Hearing the mother's6, the adults nearby rushed to help the frightened mum. Madison quickly 7 the situation. It was clear that she was the only one who could 8 through the small hole. Without 9, she told the adults, "Lower me in." Leigh and others held her 10. "I managed to get through the opening," Madison says. Inside, the dark tank was 11. In the process, she12his left arm so severely that the hand was almost useless. 13 tend to her injury, Madison scanned the 14of the water closely. Suddenly she saw the faint 15 of his foot again and shot her good hand out and grasped the foot 16. "Pull me up!" Both were lifted out of the tank, but because he had been 17 of oxygen long enough he couldn't 18. He was placed on his side, and an adult gave him several hard taps on the back, until the boy coughed up fluids.

    It took Madison longer than the boy to 19 in hospital. "Madison's a hero," her neighbor Holley said. "I wonder if there is any other girl who will 20 to go into a septic tank."