“Now,” Mrs. Virginia White said, smiling, “we are going to discover our professions.” The class seemed to be greatly surprised. We were only 13 and 14 years old! The teacher must be1“Yes, you will all be searching for your future2 Each of you will have to3 someone in your field, plus an oral report.

    Finally, I picked print journalism. This4 I had to go to interview a newspaper reporter. I was extremely nervous. I sat down in front of him 5 able to speak. He looked at me and said, “Did you bring a pen and some paper?” I6my head.

    Finally, I thought he realized I was 7 and I got my first big tip as a8 “Never, never go anywhere without pen or paper. You never know what you'll run into.”9a few days, I gave my oral report totally from 10 in class. I got an A on the entire project.

    Years later, I was in college looking around for a new career, but with no success. Then I 11Virginia White and my dream at 13 to be a journalist. And I called my parents. They didn't 12me. They just reminded me how13the field was and how all my life I had run away from competition. This was true. But journalism did something to me; it was in my 14 For the past 12 years, I've had the most satisfying reporting career,15 stories from murders to airplane crashes and16 choosing my strongest area.17I went to pick up my phone one day, a wave of memories hit me and I realized that had it not been 18 Virginia White, I would not be sitting at that desk.

    I get 19all the time: “How did you pick journalism?”

     “Well, you see, there was this teacher...” I always start out. I just wish I could 20her.

    It was a cold winter's afternoon, Robert stopped for a moment as he crossed the bridge and looked down at the river below. There were hardly any 1 on the river. Near the bridge, however, almost  2  below, there was a small canoe（独木舟）, with a boy in it. He was not wearing many clothes, Robert 3 . He shivered（打了个寒颤）and walked on.

     4  he heard a cry. “Help! Help!” The cry came from the river. Robert looked down. The boy was  5   the water and his canoe was floating away, “Help! Help!” he called again.

    Robert was a good  6 . Taking off his clothes, he dived into the river. The 7  water made him tremble all over,  8 in a few seconds he reached the9. “Don't be afraid,” he said and started to swim towards the river bank,10 the boy with him. But at that 11 he noticed a large motor boat under the bridge. There were several people on the boat, all 12   in his direction. Robert 13 to swim towards the boat.

    “Give me a hand,” he shouted 14he got near the boat. He15  into a row of faces. “It's funny,” he thought. “They look so 16 .” Silently they helped the boy into the boat and 17  him in a blanket. But they did not move to 18  Robert.

    “Aren't you going to pull me 19  too?” Robert asked.

    “You!” said one of the men. Robert noticed that he was standing next to a large 20 . “You! Why, we were making a film and you spoiled a whole afternoon's work! You can stay in the water.”

    I guess I was spoiled at first. I was an only child, 1 by all relatives. Up until I was eight years old, life was 2. Then along came Grant and everything 3.

    Grant is my little brother. He was born a month earlier, so he needed a lot of extra 4. My parents still 5 me, but I was no longer the center of the universe. I was angry about the change. And at first, I was also 6 with Grant.

    Fortunately, Grants didn't cause any real 7 in his growth. Gradually, he developed the habit of 8 himself to me. My parents want me to be 9 to him, but I found him totally annoying. By the time I became a teenager, he was, at five, my shadow, 10 me around, copying my every move, and asking endless questions.

    Still, in spite of my unhappiness towards him, I began to 11 the time we spent together.

    As time went on, we developed connections and partnership, becoming more 12. Grant stopped asking to go along on dates with me, and I set aside time to go fishing with him. He cheered me on at my soccer games, and I 13 to coach his T-ball team. He became less 14 and more of a buddy. I became more patient, more able to 15 and more likely to accept the unconditional love he 16.

    Today I am happy to say that Grant and I are a 17. We have already 18 how he will come visit me when I am in college. It will be hard to be 19, but I know that we will always be close, if not in age or distance, we will be close in the long journey shared by 20.

The Homeless Hero

    For many, finding an unattended wallet filled with £400 in cash would be a source (来源) of temptation (诱惑). But the 1 would no doubt be greater if you were living on the streets with little food and money. All of this makes the actions of the homeless Tom Smith 2 more remarkable.

    After spotting a 3 on the front seat inside a parked car with its window down, he stood guard in the rain for about two hours waiting for the 4 to return.

    After hours in the cold and wet, he 5 inside and pulled the wallet out hoping to find some ID so he could contact (联系) the driver, only to 6 it contained £400 in notes, with another £50 in spare change beside it.

    He then took the wallet to a nearby police station after 7 a note behind to let the owner know it was safe. When the car's owner John Anderson and his colleague Carol Lawrence returned to the car—which was itself worth £35, 000—in Glasgow city centre, they were 8 to find two policemen standing next to it. The policemen told them what Mr. Smith did and that the wallet was 9.

    The pair were later able to thank Mr. Smith for his 10.

    Mr. Anderson said: "I couldn't believe that the guy never took a penny. To think he is sleeping on the streets tonight 11 he could have stolen the money and paid for a place to stay in. This guy has nothing and

    12 he didn't take the wallet for himself; he thought about others 13. It's unbelievable. It just proves there are 14 guys out there."

    Mr. Smith's act 15 much of the public's attention. He also won praise from social media users after Mr. Anderson 16 about the act of kindness on Facebook.

    Now Mr. Anderson has set up an online campaign to 17 money for Mr. Smith and other homeless people in the area, which by yesterday had received ￡8, 000. "I think the faith that everyone has shown 18 him has touched him. People have been approaching him in the street; he's had job 19 and all sorts," Mr. Anderson commented.

    For Mr. Smith, this is a possible life-changing 20. The story once again tells us that one good turn deserves another.

    A boy named Nick dialed 911 this Thanksgiving. He just wanted to give 1 to his local police office. Nick asked the police officers to 2 him and his family for their holiday dinner at their home.

    "With all the 3 calls we take on a daily basis, this one was a welcomed happy call that made all of us 4," said Monica from the police office.

    The boy admitted that he'd 5 the number soon. "I had told him to do that for 6 only." The boy's mom, Mary Ann 7.

    When two officers 8 Nick's house to thank him for his 9 offer, she said her young son began crying because he thought he was 10.

    "The policemen had to 11 my son, so did I," Ann said.

    "The officers told Nick that it was 12 to know someone that young was still thinking about them over the holiday and that they were very proud of him, " she 13.

    The officers didn't 14 eating any of the family's turkey, but they did give the boy a badge(警徽) and let him take 15 inside their police car. While he now knows that the number 911 16 be used for non-emergencies, Nick also has his 17 set on becoming a policeman when he's older.

    "It just goes to show that policemen aren't just about 18 people and putting them in prison," Monica told the local media.

    "Nick's call 19 all of our days, and the officers' surprise visit gave Nick a sweet Thanksgiving 20 that will stay with him for the rest of his life. It is a special holiday for Nick and us."

    "Meow, meow, meow," is what I heard as I walked through the alley(小巷；胡同). I approached the noise and noticed a tail sticking out from under a piece of wood. Under the wood was a 1 black and white cat. I picked him up and 2 he must be freezing to death. I 3 home with the cat held in my jacket.

    My new best friend, who soon became known as Little Bit, received his name because he was almost 4 when I held him in my hands. He stood about five inches tall. Little Bit's small size had a great advantage - he 5 perfectly in the pocket of my jacket, which made 6 him everywhere very easy. Any time I was home, he wouldn't leave my 7. He was always eager to play with me. When I fell asleep at night, he would always 8 up around my head to ensure that I was warm.

    Unfortunately, I grew up. My teenage life 9 my relationship with Little Bit. I lived at such a fast pace that I stopped 10 time for him. My free time was spent with my friends instead. I would come in the house on my phone and not 11 him at all. His meows became an annoyance to me, but it wasn't his 12 that he wanted his best friend back.

    Time had caused a 13 to Little Bit. His body began 14 down and by the time I realized something was wrong with him, he had already lost his balance. He lay there and looked at me, and 15 this day I still remember the 16 look in his bright green eyes. I took him to the vet (兽医), but there was nothing he could do. The last time I 17 him he wasn't the same tiny cat I had found ten years before. Little Bit filled my arms and he was put to sleep that day.

    Little Bit's 18 made me realize how much he meant to me. He was always there for me when I needed him. I 19 our last years together and I feel sorry for not always being there for him. I will always 20 the special memories we made.