Standing in the driveway, I watched my grown children drive off into the distance. I looked down the road until I could no longer see their 1.

    “They live too far away from me,” I said to myself. “When did they 2 and become parents of small children? 3 that be me?”

    I slipped back inside the house and just walked through the rooms for no reason 4. I was just missing them already and looking for 5 of their having been here. There were pillows on the floor and few stuffed (填充) animals 6 around where the children had been playing.

    I walked into the 7 and there on the back of the sink was a bottle brush that had been left behind. “Ah, even Tessa left something behind,” I 8. Well, I suppose she had help 9 she was just four months old.

    As I walked around the house, I picked up a few more 10 on the floor—Tegan's tooth, a pie pan, and the inside of a turkey fryer.

    Hmmm, things left behind ... I thought to myself. It seems there is one thing left behind on very 11. Memories are always left behind, I reasoned, and what a(n) 12 thing good memories are to us. I thought how each item left behind 13 me of the person it belonged to and the story 14 it.

    Memories happen even if we aren't 15 of it. The stressful and difficult moments often become memories that we 16 later with laughter and joy. The memories of past hurts, bitterness, and anger, 17, should be left behind 18. These are the things that we should never 19 until the next time they come, mail back, or bring with us on 20 next visit.

    As Elizabeth Stone said, “To have a child is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.”

    Who is a great person? To answer this question, we often think of someone 1, such as the South Africa hero Nelson Mandela or the NBA basketball star Kobe Bryant. But often a great person is2next to us—but we never see the greatness unless a difficult 3 comes up.

    In May, 2008, a high school girl in Beichuan, Sichuan, 4 a hero just next to her. When the earthquake hit, her school 5on top of the students. Just next to her was her classmate Li Anqiang. Li worked to move rocks to make 6for her. Before rescuers reached them,7, aftershocks brought down 8rubble(碎石) around them. Li's earlier efforts kept his classmate9 from danger, but the new rubble that fell on his legs crushed (压碎) them beyond 10.

    Today, Li is in a wheelchair; he is missing both of his legs, but he is not missing the good 11 that made him a hero during the earthquake. He still12 the sports he played before the earthquake, table tennis and basketball—and still13his hero, Kobe Bryant.

    Kobe Bryant, however, considers Li a hero. In reply to Li's 14  letter, Kobe praised Li as “a strong boy whose attitude toward15was amazing”. He encouraged Li in his love of basketball, telling Li that he looked cool in a photo of his 16a basketball from his wheelchair.

    So 17that we have great people next to us every day—in school, at work, on the bus. There may not be a 18 to show us who they are, but we can be sure they are19 . Who knows?  20 you are one yourself.

    It was 7:00 am in Paris,France,and the taxi company had just called a second time to say they couldn't find my house.Once again I spelt out1even a blind person could follow.I glanced2at my watch,and waited.Only two hours remained3my flight left—and it was one and a half hours4to the airport.

    Outside,heavy rains were5.My house was so far north in the city that buses6only three times a day.

    The telephone rang again."Terribly sorry,"began the man at the taxi company.Then I realized that the taxi company,flooded with calls,could only7in-city runs.I had heard this happens when the8gets bad.I9into the phone that I had a10to catch and I would meet the taxi outside my house.

    Standing in the wind-driven rain,I looked11the road.No taxi.A car went by,the driver and passenger staring at the12foreigner in the downpour.

    13a white car appeared and14to a stop.A young man threw open the door,waving to me to get in.Shaking with cold and15,I climbed in.

    In the most16French,the man said he was called Will,with whom I had spoken three times that morning.He had left his post in the office and17here in his personal car.He18again,but didn't explain why no taxi would pick me up19me straight to the airport,he refused the 2,000 franc I pressed into his hand.

    A few hours later,as the storm-delayed plane20,I opened the newspaper.On the second page my eyes caught the headline of a short article: Taxi Strike Begins This Morning in Paris.

    Some teachers seem to be bad teachers, but they are not. Take my football coach for example. One day, we were doing some 1 practicing catching the football. He threw me a pass and I dropped it. He started 2 me. I went back in line, 3. My friend was up next. He dropped it, too. But the coach said nothing. Annoyed, I whispered, "Why 4 against me?"

    After practice he came 5 to me and told me the reason he shouted at me 6 the other guy was that he expected more out of me. If he 7 my mistakes, it meant he had quit on me.

    Another teacher 8 my mind was my PhD supervisor, Ken Crowe. He had a(n) 9 for making grown men cry when they disappointed him, but I was 10 by the topic he was working on.

    He gave me a(n)11: to figure out what caused muons to get depolarized (去极化) in liquids. After a week I came to Ken's office to tell him about it. He listened for a few minutes and then 12: "You have no idea what you're talking about! Get out and don't come back until you do!" Now I was starting to get 13, complaining about him as cold-hearted.

    Bent on changing his attitude and 14 more relevant knowledge, I really got into it. 15, I understood it so well that to this day it is my most proud 16. Then I went back to tell Ken what I had figured out. Again he interrupted me a few minutes into my 17, but I carried on. When I finished, he praised me for doing some very original research. From that day forward, he supported and promoted me 18 we became great friends and respected colleagues.

    So don't ever complain about your "19" teachers. They may 20 you to make greater achievement you will be proud of decades later.

    The auction(拍卖)took place on a mild morning. 1 , standing in front of an expectant 2 with a sign with his pig's picture, 15-year-old Wayion Klitzman was sweating.

    Waylon called his pig "Roo". The farm boy hoped the money from Roo's 3 would help with cancer research.

    It started with a 4 .

    In August 2017, Wayion 5 9th grade and in those first weeks of school, Wayion 6his algebra teacher, Kim Katzenmeyer, for support. Their special 7 grew over the last school year. "She saw the 8 in me and we just connected that way," said Wayion.

    Then Katzenmeyer's niece was diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a rare cancer that mostly 9children. After months of watching her niece receive cancer treatments, Katzcnmcyer 10her teaching job to volunteer full time at the cancer research charity, Beat NB.

    Katzenmeyer meant a lot to Wayion and he just wanted to 11 . Then he had an 12to auction his pig to 13 money for the cancer charity. So before the auction day, Wayion sent letters to people explaining his 14 to sell his pig and donate the profits to Beat NB. The letter 15 his beloved teacher whose niece was battling cancer.

    The auction turned out to be particularly 16 . Buyers kept 17 Way Ion's pig so he could sell it over and over. Wayion had thought that, with luck, his pig would bring in 18 over $ 600. In the end, Roo fetched more than $ 10,000 for Beat NB.

    "We give back to the community 19 we can. We are blessed to be able to be doing what we do," said one of the buyers with a 20 of pride.

    Bowen was grown-up, and for his birthday that year his father gave him a1without any pictures in it!

    Bowen's father found he was not2about it, and told him, "Son, this isn't just any3book; it's a magic (有魔力的) book. But to discover its magic you'll have to4it."

    Well, that was better. Bowen liked5to do with magic. He started reading it, 6he wasn't very willing to.

    The next morning, his7asked him, "Have you found the magic8?"

    So… there was a key to find! Bowen flicked through (快速翻阅) the book, but there was no9of the key.

    And then his father10him, "You won't find it like that. You have to read the book. "

    Bowen didn't have much patience (耐心) , thinking his father just told a11A little later, his little sister, Rainer, asked him12the book. After several days, she13shouted, "I've found the key! " And she wouldn't stop14all the places she had visited using the magic key.

    This made Bowen read the book again. At first it was a15; there wasn't even one single16in the book. But, gradually, Bowen became17the adventurous (冒险的) prince's life. Then, suddenly, he was there.

    The book18was the key!

    It was true that every time he19it, he felt going to its valleys and seas, and he lived the adventures of the prince.

    From then on, with every new book, Bowen never20being attracted by the letters and words inside.