One day, I went to my favorite cafe for lunch. I 1 a burger and went to the outdoor seats. While waiting for my meal, a homeless man on a bicycle stopped to ask if there was a grocery store nearby. After I gave him 2, he asked if I had 3 from Santa Clara University. (I was wearing a SCU T-shirt. )I told him, yes. Little did I know that this 4 response would lead to a 90-minute conversation. The man, Michael, told me he was very intelligent. 5, drug use had ruined both his formal education and his pursuit of 6 in his work. He drifted from one topic to another, 7 the fact that I was ready for my lunch.

    He clearly had more of a 8to talk than I did. I made every 9 to give him my full attention, never 10 our talk would go on and on... Eventually, I did eat my meal, bite by bite 11 responses in our conversation. Michael was a bit strange. 12 his interests and viewpoints. We had little in 13, but he was fascinated with talking with, as he 14 it,“intelligent people.” I have to admit, I wish our conversation had been 15 to ten or fifteen minutes, but when Michael finally 16 off, he thanked me for listening so 17 to him and for my 18 to talk with him for so long. It was then that I 19 that, just maybe, that was my purpose in life for today … to be there, in that place, at that time, to 20 in that conversation.

    Teaching second grade is always a challenge. Each student arrives at school with his own needs and difficulties. One year a student called Billy 1me with his behavior as well as his academic requirements. He struggled daily with his 2emotions and often became angry or violent. I knew that, to make 3progress，his emotions needed controlling.

    One 4I tried to help Billy was to have him come directly into the classroom when he arrived at school. Billy's mom would 5me to alert(警告) me to a particularly emotional morning at home. Then, I would focus on 6his anger and calming him down before the other students arrived.

    One week our class was studying 7.I thought one way to bring learning into the classroom was to bring my dog Rocky to school for the day.

    That day began as normal. I was preparing activities focused on dog themes 8I was told that Billy had a 9morning at home and I might need to get him 10. As I was talking to his mom，Billy 11into the classroom. To Billy's12, Rocky immediately ran up to his new13, wagging his tail and licking Billy's face with doggy affection. Billy couldn't 14Rocky's charm(魅力)and began laughing as his anger melted away.

    Throughout the day，Billy never left Rocky's side, feeding him, being gentle with him and even 15the other students while Rocky was sleeping.

    Billy was known for doing anything he could to avoid16, but on this day he found a good dog story, “ Clifford's Puppy Days”, and read it to Rocky. How 17I was at the sight of Billy reading happily! My little dog was able to 18Billy's day from one of anger and frustration to one of laughter, gentleness and 19.

    That day Rocky more than helped me with my20; he helped to change the life of a child！After that Billy's behavior definitely improved.

    I started my travel business 6 years ago. I didn't have a1 budget, so I simply told everyone I was familiar with my business.2, I had got very few clients.

    Late one evening I received a call from a woman 3 about a cruise she had booked. I didn't 4 her voice so I asked her where she lived. She replied, “Montana.” I told her that I didn't have any clients in Montana and that she must have been 5. “Sir, I have your6 written down right here on my piece of paper,7 I must have booked it with you. Could you recheck it, please?” she 8 responded.9, she had my website but I wasn't her travel agent.

    I 10 her name, phone number and sailing information and told her I would call the cruise line and see 11 I could find out. She greatly 12_ my offer to help. The next day I called to tell her that I found out that one agency did have her 13and gave her its number. The woman was very 14 with the solution. We also talked for a few minutes about her15 and I gave her some tips while on board. She thanked me again and I told her it would be my 16 to help her any time in the future. After a few days, I completely 17 about the encounter.

    Several months later, much to my18 I got a call from the lady's sister from Montana, who wanted to get married on a cruise ship. That's just the beginning of the story. My little 19 to the lady in Montana brought 30 brand new clients! Time will only tell how many new clients will come my way,20 one simple offer.

    I was facing a decision. While delivering laundry (洗好的衣服) into the 1 bedrooms, I came across my thirteen-year-old sister's diary, suffused (弥漫) with 2. What was I to do?

    I had always been 3 of my little sister. Her charming smile, endearing personality and many talents 4 my place as leading lady. I competed with her secretly and grew to hate her natural abilities. 5, we seldom spoke. I sought opportunities to 6 her. Her diary lay at my feet, and I didn't think of the 7 of opening it, considering not her privacy, nor the morality of my action.

    I took the book from the floor and opened it 8, looking through the pages, searching for my name, convinced that I would discover 9. As I read, the blood ran from my face. I felt 10 and sat on the floor. There was neither charge nor hate. There was a brief description of herself, her goals and her dreams followed by a short description of the person who has 11 her most.

    I started to cry. I was her 12. She admired me for my personality, my achievements and, ironically (嘲讽地), my 13. She wanted to be like me. She had been watching me for years, quietly admiring my choices and actions. I stopped reading, 14 with the crime I had committed.

    I had wasted years hating her and now I had violated her 15. It was I who had lost something beautiful, and it was I who would never 16 myself to do such a thing again. Reading the earnest words my sister had written seemed to 17 an icy barrier around my heart, and I longed to know her again. On that fateful afternoon, as I 18 the laundry and rose to my feet, I 19 to go to her—this time to experience instead of to judge, to 20 instead of to fight. After all, she was my sister.

    Peggy Lewis lost her house in a brutal tornado, but the tornado couldn't take the one thing that meant the most.

    One 1, Peggy Lewis and her husband, Harris Lee, were 2 the trees blow in the wind outside their home in Eureka, Kansas. The next, they were surrounded by glass from the house's 3 windows. The roof tore off. The walls caved in. After the tornado had 4, it took a team of neighbors to take them to the hospital. "I thought we were going to 5," says Lewis.

    When the pair 6 to their property three days after that awful night last June, it was 7 that what remained of the house would need to be torn down. But 8 Lewis would let that happen, she wanted one thing­her family Bible.

    Lewis had bought the Bible 35 years earlier, at the start of her 9. Like many folks, she'd used it to hold and preserve her 10 history: decades-old photos, a lock of her daughter's hair, 11 a piece of a scarf her uncle had brought back from the Korean War.

    The Bible was the first thing Lewis 12 when she returned to the house. It wasn't 13 she'd last seen it, 14 top of a dresser in her bedroom. In fact, the dresser wasn't there at all.

    When two volunteers 15 to help the couple dig out, Lewis had one mission for them: "If you can find anything," she said, "please find my Bible."

    After an hour of 16, one of the volunteers ran up to her. Lewis had tears streaming down her cheeks and a book in her hands. Stunningly, while many books inside the home had been destroyed beyond 17, the Bible was still intact(完好无损), even though it had sat in the rain for days. "I 18 broke down," says Lewis.

    "I thought it was gone forever. It was a(an)19."

    She knows that while every good book tells stories of catastrophic(灾难性的) weather and unlikely survival, this one actually 20 it.

Torrie, 16, and her friend Azarria were driving back home when another car hit them. When Torrie opened her eyes, she 1 their car had been pushed into a tree. There came 2 from the gathering crowd as the car was smoking. Torrie's door wouldn't open, but her window became an escape 3 .

"Everyone ran away, fearing the car was going to 4 . But turning around, I didn't see Azarria. I ran back and saw she was 5 in the back seat. I decided to help her out of the 6 ."

"I didn't know how I made it. I just became stronger at that moment," she says. She 7 a bystander to call 911 and started CPR.

After 30 chest compressions and two rescue breaths, Azarria began to show 8 of life. Just then, the paramedics 9 to rush Azarria to the nearest hospital.

10 for both girls, their Lakewood High School offers a First-Aid Skills class taught by Erika Miller. Torrie had earned her 11 in the class just the day before this accident.

"I was absolutely astonished," Erika says. "In my years of teaching, I never 12 a student would finish the course and in 24 hours have to 13 CPR on her friend."

"I was grateful to Torrie, but I wasn't surprised." Azarria says. "She would have done that for anyone. That's 14 just of her.

"First-aid training should be a(n) 15 in schools," Torrie says. "It can make a difference between life and death."