Johnny lived with his mother and father in a small town in the mountains. One day there was an earthquake near the 1. Many houses were 2. Everyone thought that there would soon be another earthquake.

    They were 3 that the second earthquake would be worse than the first. “We 4 send Johnny to a safe place,” Johnny's mother said to her husband, “Many of our friends are sending 5 children to relatives in other towns.”

    “We'll 6 him to my brother, Peter,” Johnny's father said. “He lives a long way away. Johnny will be 7 with him.”

    He telephoned Johnny's uncle Peter and asked him 8 he would let Johnny 9 with him.

    “He is a good boy,” he said. “He won't give you any 10 .”

    “11 , Johnny's uncle Peter said. 12  I'm not 13  to children. I 14  a very quiet and peaceful 15 .”

    “You won't know Johnny is in the house.” His father told him.

    16  Johnny, 17  was five, went to live with his uncle.

    Two days 18 , his mother and father 19  a telegram from Peter.

    It said, “I'm returning the child. Please send the 20 .”

    A gentle breeze blew through Jennifer's hair.The golden red sun was1.She was on the beach,looking up at the fiery（火似的）ball.She was2by its color,deep red in the middle,softly fading into yellow.She could hear nothing but the3and the seagulls flying up above in the sky.

    The atmosphere4her.After all she had been through,this was what she needed.“It's getting5,”she thought, “I must go home.My6will be wondering where I am.”She wondered how they would7,when she got home after the three days she was8.She kept on walking,9herself to the bungalow where she spent every summer holiday.The road was deserted.She walked slowly and10.Just in a few hundred meters she would be safe in her house.

    It was really getting dark now.The sun had set a few minutes before and it was getting cold,too.She11she had her favorite sweater on—it kept her really warm.She imagined having it12her.This thought disappeared when she finally saw her front door.It seemed13.The outside garden seemed14.She was shocked: her father was usually so strict about keeping everything clean and tidy.

    She entered the house.First,she went into the kitchen where she saw a15written by her father.It said, “Ellen, there is some coffee16.

    I went looking.”Ellen was her mother but—where was she? She entered her parent's home.Then she saw her. Her mother,lying on the bed,17.Jennifer would have wanted to wake her up but she looked too tired.So Jennifer just fell asleep beside her.When Jennifer woke up,something was different.She was in her cozy18in her pajamas（睡衣）.

    It felt so good being back home.19she heard a voice,“Are you feeling better now?You know you got us very, very20.”

    I was required to read one of Bernie Siegel's books in college and was hooked on his positivity from that moment on. The stories of his unconventional1and the exceptional patients he wrote about were so2 to me and had such a big3on how I saw life from then on.

    Who knew that so many years later I would look to Dr. Bernie and his CDs again to4my own cancer experience?

    I'm an ambitious5, and when I started going through chemo(化疗), even though I'm a very6 person, I lost my drive to write. I was just too tired and not in the7. One day, while waiting to go in for8, I had one of Dr. Bernie's books in my hand. Another patient9what I was reading and struck up a conversation with me10 he had one of his books with him as well. It11that among other things, he was an eighty-year-old writer. He was 12a published author, and he was currently13on a new book.

    We would see each other at various times and14friends. Sometimes he wore a duck hat, and I would tell myself, he was definitely a(n) 15of Dr. Bernie. He really put a 16on my face. He unfortunately17 last year due to his cancer,18he left a deep impression on me and gave me the 19 to pick up my pen again. I20to myself, "If he can do it, then so can I."

    There's an event that changed my life many years ago. It is a memory that 1comes and goes, but it is one of the most2memories that my wife and I3

    Once we were driving home and decided to 4at a local gas station to get coffee and something to eat. When we got back into our car, we noticed a man 5outside in front of the building. You could tell that he was a6man. His clothes were7 He must have not had enough money to get something to eat.8what he did moved all of us.

    The next thing I remember is a dog that9the front of the building. I could tell she was a she, because you could tell that she had been10puppies(小狗). She was terribly in need of something to eat and I felt so11for her. I knew if she didn't eat soon, she and her puppies would not12it.

    My wife and I sat there and looked at her. We13that people walked by and didn't even have a look at her. She might not have been as pretty and14as most, but she still deserved better. Before my wife and I did anything,15did. The homeless man, who I thought was hungry himself, went into the store. And what he did brought16to me and my wife. He has gone into the store and with perhaps all the17he may have had, bought a can of dog food and fed that dog.

    I know that this story isn't as18as most stories, but it plays a great part in our lives. That was Mother's Day weekend. And many people19that some animals are parents too. And animals are God's20like us.

    One day I was taking a bus. The driver didn't    1to start the bus soon because it was not yet 2.A middle-aged woman got on. Tired and sad, she told her story   3, not to anyone particular. On her way to the station, half of her    4was stole n. The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she 5still had some left. A few minutes later, she stopped crying, but still looked 6.

    When all the seats were taken, the driver started the engine. The conductor began to collect the fares. When  she came to an old man in worn-out clothes,  he    7that he had spent all his money as he accidentally got on a wrong bus and now was trying to g o home. On hearing this, she ordered the old man to 8the bus. The old man was almost in tears as he    9her to let him take the bus home. The driver took the conductor's side and repeated the conductor's 10.

    The woman was watching the incident. 11the driver and the conductor raised their voices at the old man, she interfered.

    “Stop 12him! Can't you see he's only trying to get home” “He doesn't have any money!” the driver 13.“Well, that's no 14to throw him off the bus.” She insisted.

    Then she reached inside her blouse, took out her15money, and handed it to the conductor. “Here's his fare and mine. Just stop giving him a16time.

    All heads turned to the woman. “It's only money,” she shrugged.

   She rode the rest of her way home 17a happy smile, with the money she'd lost earlier18. On the road of life, the help of strangers can 19our loads and lift our spirits. How much sweeter the 20will be when we make it a little smoother for others!

    During the war, my husband was stationed at an army camp in a desert in California. I went to live there in order to be 1 him. I hated the place. I had never 2 been so unhappy. My husband was ordered out on a long-term duty, and I was left in a tiny shack(棚屋) alone. The heat was 3almost 125 ⁰F even in the shade of a cactus(仙人掌). 4 a soul to talk to. The wind blew non-stop, and all the food I ate, and the very air I breathed, were 5 with sand, sand, sand!

I was so sorry for myself that I wrote to my parents. I told them I was 6 and coming back home. I said I couldn't stand it one minute longer. I 7 be in prison! My father answered my 8with just two lines — two lines that will always sing in my 9— two lines that completely changed my life:

    Two men looked out from prison bars,

    One saw the mud, the other saw the stars.

    I read those two lines 10. I was ashamed of myself. I made up my mind I would find out what was good in my present 11; I would look for the stars.

    I made friends with the natives, and their 12 amazed me. They gave me presents of their favorite artworks which they had 13 to sell to tourists. I studied the delightful forms of the cactus. I watched for the desert sunsets, and 14 for seashells that had been left there millions of years ago when the desert had been an ocean 15.

    What brought about this 16 change in me? The desert hadn't changed, 17 I had. I had changed my 18. And by doing so, I changed an unhappy experience into the most amazing 19of my life. I was excited by this new world that I had discovered. I had looked out of my self-created prison and 20 the stars.