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    A white-bearded ancient man was walking over the hills and valleys of the world. On his back he carried a bag which moved uneasily as if something was trying to escape from it, but he 1 it between his shoulders and walked on.

    He was Father Time, travelling forever, and the bag he 2 was filled with Tomorrows, all struggling to get out.

    Each 3 at twelve o'clock, he opened the bag and 4outa Tomorrow, just one, with its wings of5, and its shining feathers rose with hope. All the rest were kept 6 by Time's strong hands and pushed7 in the bag.

    Down flew the Tomorrow 8 its lovely feathers, but as it touched the 9, off fell its blue wings and it changed to a(n) 10 white bird which could not fly. It had become a Today. Everyone knows that Today isn't as 11 as Tomorrow , for Today can be held in one's12, accepted, unloved, but Tomorrow is full of mystery and beauty. It is 13 by all the world. Even those with 14 hope sigh, “Tomorrow may bring a(n) 15. Tomorrow's life will be different.”

    Everybody tried to16 the Tomorrow before it fell to the ground. They thought if they17 beforehand what the Tomorrow carries, they could 18 for it. So they put great nets on the trees, seeking to catch one 19 it changed his feather. Yet although they tried every means, the birds 20 and flew to the ground as Todays.

    “A bird with a broken wing will never fly as high.” I'm sure that John would agree with this saying1he felt this way almost every day in school.

    By high school, John was the most famous2in his town. He was always absent, didn't answer questions and got into 3He had failed almost every exam by the time he entered his senior year, yet was 4each year to a higher grade level. Teachers didn't want to 5 him again the following year. John was moving on, but definitely not moving 6

    I met John for the first time at a weekend leadership training program since John was one of 405 students who7At the start of the training, John was just standing 8the circle of students, against the back wall. He didn't 9 join the discussion groups. But slowly, the interactive games 10 him in.

    The ice really melted (融化) when the groups started building a list of 11and negative things that had occurred at school that year. John12 some constructive ideas on those situations. The other students in John's group 13 his comments. All of a sudden John felt like a 14 of the group, and before long he was 15 like a leader. By the end of the training, he had joined the Homeless Project team. The other students on the team were 16 with his passionate concern and ideas. They17 elected John co-chairman of the team.

    John started18at school every day and answered questions from teachers for the first time. He led a second project19300 blankets and 1,000 pairs of shoes for the homeless shelter.

A bird with a broken wing only needs20. Once healed, it can fly higher than the rest.

    Last year I broke the record for the oldest person in the world to ride a rollercoaster. I'm 105, but the doctor agrees I'm in good 1

    The rollercoaster I rode 2 you round quite fast. It was, however, a bit too 3for me. I'd have preferred a really fast one that went upside down. But I was told I couldn't ride it, because my blood pressure could drop and I might have 4

    I wasn't nervous. I was securely 5 in, so I knew I wouldn't fall out. The rollercoaster ride went on for three or four minutes, and I 6 every second. Later, someone came to 7 me with the Guinness World Records Certificate.

    My 8 ways really began a couple of years ago, with the ice-bucket challenge. My great-granddaughter recommended me to have a bucket of 9 water poured on my head. I was 102 then. It 10 that I was the oldest person in the world to do it, and the video clip of me was very 11 After that, I started to think about what else I could do for different 12My family say I'm crazy, but they always go along with me. I do get people 13I take it easy, but I'm not taking any14.

    If someone now broke my world record, I'd say, “Good luck to you.” But the real15 is not what I've done; it's how hard I've always worked. I'm taking it easy now, so I have found a new challenge. I was suspended on a rope from a crane about 25 feet high and 16myself down. It was fun.

    I've got a few ideas for the next charity challenge on my 106th birthday, but nothing has been 17yet. All I can say is that it will be 18 good, if not better than the rollercoaster.

    I'm not sure if anyone is19 of all the fun I'm having. They just say I'm silly and that's about it. On 20I've had many good days. I've had a really good life.

    The wagon train (马车队) had been traveling for weeks now. Emily was getting tired — tired of not having a comfortable bed to sleep in or a 1 home. She was also 2 because there was never anything fun for a girl of her age to do. Mama promised it wouldn't be too much longer, 3 the trip seemed to take forever.

    Then, one day, a rabbit caught Emily's eye. Maybe she could 4it, and then she'd have a pet! Emily ran after the rabbit into the woods behind the wagons, but it 5. Emily looked for it, and at last she 6. She turned to go back, but 7looked familiar (熟悉的). She started in one direction, but it was the wrong 8. Emily tried another direction, but soon found that that was 9, too.

    Emily was   10. What if she couldn't 11 the wagons? What if they didn't realize she was 12 and just kept moving farther and farther away from her? What if some dangerous animal attacked her?

    Emily sat on the ground and started to cry ... but wait ... did she hear 13? She stood up and ran toward them. As she got 14, she recognized Mama's voice and the voices of some of the men from the 15. Then she could see them. Emily ran as 16 as she could, right into Mama's 17 arms.

    Mama carried Emily back to their wagon and put her to bed. Emily was 18 that she was home. 19 was wherever Mama was. She'd never 20 about being bored again.

    No one is born a winner. People make themselves into winners by their own 1.

    I learned this lesson from a(n) 2many years ago. I took the head 3 job at a school in Baxley, Georgia. It was a small school with a weak football program.

    It was a tradition for the school's old team to play against the 4 team at the end of spring practice. The old team had no coach, and they didn't even practice to 5 the game. Being the coach of the new team, I was excited because I knew we were going to win, but to my disappointment we were defeated. I couldn't 6 I had got into such a situation. Thinking hard about it, I came to 7 that my team might not be the number one team in Georgia, but they were 8 me. I had to change my 9 about their ability and potential.

    I started doing anything I could to help them build a little 10. Most important, I began to treat them like 11. That summer, when the other teams enjoyed their 12, we met every day and 13 passing and kicking the football.

    Six months after suffering our 14 on the spring practice field, we won our first game and our second, and continued to 15. Finally, we faced the number one team in the state. I felt that it would be a 16 for us even if we lost the game. But that wasn't what happened. My boys beat the best team in Georgia, giving me one of the greatest 17 of my life!

    From the experience I learned a lot about how the attitude of the leader can 18 the members of a team. Instead of seeing my boys as losers, I pushed and 19 them. I helped them to see themselves 20, and they built themselves into winners.

    Winners are made, not born.

    I used to believe in the American Dream, which meant a job, a mortgage (按揭), credit cards, and success. I wanted it and worked toward it like everyone else, all of us 1chasing the same thing.

    One year, through a series of unhappy events, it all fell2. I found myself homeless and3. I had my truck and $56. I4the countryside for some place I could rent for the5possible amount. I came upon a shabby house four miles up a winding mountain road over the Potomac River in West Virginia. It was6, full of broken glass and rubbish. I found the owner, rented it, and7 a corner to camp in.

    The locals knew nothing about me,8slowly, they started teaching me the 9of being a neighbor. They dropped off blankets, candles, and tools, and began sticking around to10. They started to teach me a belief in a11American Dream – not the one of individual achievement but of12.

What I had believed in, all those things I thought were13for a civilized life, were nonexistent in this place. Up on the14, my most valuable possessions were my 15with my neighbors.

    Four years later, I moved back into16. I saw many people were having a really hard time,17their jobs and homes. I managed to rent a big enough house to18a handful of people. There are four of us now in the house, but over time I've had nine people come in and move on to other places. We'd all be in19if we hadn't banded together.

    The American Dream I believe in now is a shared one. It's not so much about what I can get for myself; it's about20we can all survive together.