I went to a group activity, “Sensitivity Sunday” which was to make us more1the problem faced by disabled people, We were asked to “ 2a disability” for several hours one Sunday. Some members 3chose the wheel chair, Others wore sound-blocking earplugs(耳塞)or blindfolds .

    Just sitting in the wheelchair was a4experience, I had never considered before how5 it would be to use one .As soon as I sat down my6 made the chair begin to roll ,Its wheel were not7Then I wondered where to put my 8.It took me quite a while to get the metal footrest into 9 ,I took my first uneasy look at what was to be my only means of10for several hours, For disabled people, Using a wheelchair is not a temporary(临时的) 11 

    I tried to find a12position and thought it might be at ease, 13a little nice to be 14around for a while. Looking around, I 15 I would have to handle the thing myself! My hands started to ache as I 16the heavy wheels, I came to know that controlling the 17 of the wheelchair was not going to be a (an)18task.

    My wheelchair experiment was soon 19. It made a deep impression on me. A few hours of “disability” gave me only a taste of the 20 , both physical and mental, that disabled people must overcome.

    During my childhood, my father's favorite sayings was “Try it!” I couldn't say I didn't like 1, whatever it might be, 2 I tried it. Over the years I've come to realize how much of my success I3to my acceptance of those words as one of my 4. My first job was just one I decided to try for a couple of years until I 5 what I want to do as a career. 6 I believed I would work for a few years, get married, stay home and 7 a family, so I didn't think the job I took 8 that much. I couldn't have been more 9. I mastered the skills of that beginning level position and I was given the opportunity to 10 through the company into different 11. I accepted each new opportunity with the 12,”Well, I'll try it; if I don't like it I can always go back to my 13 position. ” But I was with the same company for the past 28 years, and I've 14 every career change I've made. I've discovered I 15 a large number of different talents

    and skills that I never would have thought were within me had it not been for my being 16 trying new opportunities. I've also discovered that if I 17 what I'm doing and work hard at achieving my 18, I will succeed. That's why I'm so 19 to be a part of CareerFables.com. I think 20 has come and I am determined to make it a success.

    Teachers selected from each district school for the Teacher of the Year competition were recognized.The competition's winner will be1in the spring.All those model teachers got me to think about some of my teachers through the years, and how they2me.

    My college adviser, J.C.Casey, had a big3on my life.She was a teacher and friend.She4me to consider journalism as a career.My high school math teacher,Kathy Cloud,took the time to5math to me in a way I could    6understand.I'd struggled with math until I got in Cloud's classes.She gave me the7to realize I could do it.

    My first-grade teacher, Darlene Dryden, held me back. Now, most people wouldn't8the teacher that kept them back a grade fondly, but Dryden has always been my9teacher.I was the youngest person in my class and very shy. She thought I10another year to mature before moving on to second11.She didn't make me feel12for having to repeat the grade.Instead,he made me feel13.I think I was her favorite, too.

    My senior year of high school, right before14,I wrote Dryden a note letting her know that I'd become a good student and was going to15and that she'd had a16in that.

    The Norman teachers17Wednesday are just a few of the many who are in the classrooms every day making 18in their students' lives.They may not even know the19impact（影响）they're having.I know it's not an20 job, but teachers, just remember that you're a Mrs.Dryden to somebody.

    A few weeks ago, my friend offered to sell some of our things for us. I thought it was a good opportunity to 1my 7-year-old son's room and 2some toys that were no longer suitable for him to play with. We 3 that all the money we got from selling the toys would be his money.

    The night before the 4 we loaded(装载)up the truck with toys and a little bike that was too 5for him. In the yard he   6 the bike for the last time and then happily put it onto the truck. This little bike had at least two previous (以前的) owners as far as we 7 .It was certainly not 8, but the tyres (轮胎)were 9 good.

    We put a price of $ 10 on it, but it didn't sell. So, after the sale was 10 , my friend put it on the sidewalk, with a sign that 11 "FREE BIKE". Within five minutes her doorbell rang. A little boy was 12 there. In poor English he asked whether the bike was 13 free. She said yes and that he could have it for 14He smiled, got on the bike and rode away.

    Later that evening when I told my son how much money he had made at the sale, he was very 15 , shouting happily. He asked about a few of his things, wondering 16they had been sold. When he asked about the bike, I told him about the little boy and that made him 17. He was much happier than when I told him how much he had 18 He was so happy to 19 that someone else would make good 20 of that little bike!

    I met my art teacher Ms. J in the seventh grade and she changed me.

In her first class, she encouraged us to1what art meant. During discussion on facial structure and paintings, she2the “golden ratio (黄金比例)”, a beauty standard and explained how Davinci applied it to his works to ensure they were visually3.

    I couldn't help but think if my4had been measured against the "golden ratio," my score would have been5

    I was born with a facial disfigurement( 缺陷)and my face looked6. After regular appointments with7, my face was changed many times with little improvement. I8seeing myself in the mirror.

    People's strange tones, curious expressions kept telling me that I was9. Worse still, my photo appeared in a magazine with big letter "Face similar to work of Picasso" right below. I felt10

    I told Ms. J about my11and how my face was compared to Picasso's painting.

    "Art isn't about what you see but about what you12." She comforted me and told me that our13appearances were our signatures that we left in the world, which set us14and made us beautiful. And then she showed me a picture of an old man with long white hair. "You see, Davinci doesn't look too pretty, but his works15beauty on us." she added.

    I was struck by her words, and I wondered16I had never thought this way.

     "Being compared to Picasso may seem like a shame, but it's a(n)17.You are unique and you are a masterpiece."

    Today, when I look18the mirror, I will remember the words of my teacher, "beauty is subjective" and I get to know my appearance is my19.

    It takes me years to20that beauty is more than a cold calculation.

Alexis, 17, sat quietly in the passenger seat of her dad's car. She let her eyes lazily scan the landscape for wildlife. Then a deer came into 1 about 200 yards in front of them. It was a male deer with 2 antlers (角)on each side of its head.

As the car moved closer, Alexis heard a 3 and then saw the deer 4 a woman. Sue had been out for her morning run. The deer followed her and edged 5. "I knew I was in trouble, " Sue says. She went to pick up a stick for 6, and the deer 7. It lifted her with its antlers and 8 her into the air. Sue could feel blood flew down her leg.

When Alexis and her father 9, the deer was throwing Sue like a doll. Alexis looked into the woman's 10 eyes, and 11 her father had even stopped the car, the teenager 12 quickly out of the car and ran toward the deer. "I was kicking it to get its 13," she says. Then her father followed and pushed the deer away from the women.

Alexis helped Sue into the car. Then she heard her father shout 14 . He had been knocked to the ground. Alexis took hold of a hammer from the car to beat the deer's head and neck, but the blows didn't 15 it away. "I was losing faith," she says. "A couple more 16, Alexis," said her father. "You can do it. "Turning the hammer around, Alexis 17 her eyes and beat the deer's neck with all her 18. When she opened her eyes, the deer was running away. Alexis got in the driver's seat and 19 toward the nearest hospital. After Sue was treated, she 20 thanked her rescuers.