One night many years ago I was on the bridge of a ship passing one of our large cities on a quiet night. I saw its lights1in the sky and heard the city's noises.

    I have spent twenty-five years on boats. Now I am a 2. My job is to bring in the large luxury3and stay with them until they are safely stopped in their ports.

    I felt very 4the first time I ever docked a big liner. She came5up the harbor on a flood tide and towered high over the short little boat. As we drew alongside, a doorway opened6at water level and two smartly dressed sailors helped me aboard.

    I was escorted to the bridge where I 7from the captain. I realized I was in 8of a great ship worth millions of dollars. Having docked several of the large liners, I realized I was not important, 9simply the quarterback who called the signals.

    In spite of 10we read in the newspapers, I have great faith in this country, praying that a peaceful understanding will come to this11world, so that my children can grow up in a world full of happiness. I believe this will come 12.

    I remember the understanding and 13 that took over this country, back in 1949, when a little girl named Kathy Fiskus 14into an old well in California. Engineers and sandhogs and people in all walks of life worked almost three days, and when they got her out she was dead.

    People sent in thousands of dollars in 15 funds, but those who did the work and 16 the equipment wouldn't take the money. They worked for bigger things. I talked to captains of foreign 17 that came into New York Harbor, and they were just as 18 as we Americans over the tragedy.

I believe some 19 will be found to work together for world peace with the same sympathy and understanding that people worked to rescue little Kathy Fiskus. I believe God will 20 bring this about.

    Some people are lucky enough to be born with a good sense of direction and even if they have only visited a place once, they will be able to find it again years later.

    I am one of those unfortunate people who have poor sense of direction and I may have visited a place time after time but I still get lost on my way there. When I was young I was so shy that I never dared ask complete strangers the way and so I used to wander round in circles and hope that by some chance I would get to the spot I was heading for.

    I am no longer too shy to ask people for direction, but I often receive replies that puzzle me. Often people do not like to admit that they didn't know their hometown and will insist on telling you the way, even if they do not know it; others, who are anxious to prove that they know their hometown very well, will give you a long list of directions which you can not possibly hope to remember, and still others do not seem to be able to tell between their left and their right and you find in the end that you are going in the opposite direction to that in which you should be going.

    If anyone ever asks me the way to somewhere, I always tell them I am a stranger to the town in order to avoid giving them wrong direction but even this can have embarrassing results.

    Once I was on my way to work when I was stopped by a man who asked me if I would direct him the way to the Sunlight Building. I gave my usual reply, but I had not walked on a few steps when I realized that he had asked for directions to my office building. However, at this point, I decide it was too late to turn back and search for him out of the crowd behind me as I was going to meet with someone at the office and I did not want to keep him waiting.

    Imagine my embarrassment when my secretary showed in the very man who had asked for directions of my office and his astonishment when he recognized me as the person he had asked.

    Anorexia nervosa (神经性厌食症) is an eating disorder that I struggled with for most of my middle school years and a part of my high school years.

    At Riverview,1was usually a nightmare for me. As I 2 the dining hall, all the eyes would be fixed upon my bony figure. I would take my place at a table full of friends and 3 to enjoy a "normal" lunch. The 4 was that I would not always eat lunch, and that greatly 5 my friends. They would watch to make sure that I was eating properly, almost 6 food into my mouth.

    And then, I transferred to Madison High School. I decided not to tell anyone at that school about my eating disorder since I had almost 7 by that time. Strangely, I stopped fearing lunch when I started at Madison. No one knew that I had an eating disorder,8 they did not care what I ate. This 9 a huge amount of stress from my life. It was still hard for me to eat in front of others, which is 10for an anorexic, but I was able to put some of my 11 aside.

    I was thankful for the students at Riverview, but they knew me only as an anorexic. My friends cared about my health, but they 12 to care about me as a person. Truthfully, all I wanted was for them to 13 me and not to fix on my eating disorder.

    The students at Madison took the time to know who I 14 was. They had no idea that I had been an anorexic, so that a particular label did not 15 their opinions of me. I was finally 16 for my talents and achievements, not my failures. I was honored as a good student. I was no longer afraid to show my true 17.

    My days as an anorexic taught me many lessons that I would never 18. They taught me about life and how to be a better friend. I learned about the joy of 19 tasks such as eating lunch. I appreciated the people who helped me to see that there is more 20 life than having an eating disorder.

    My 9-year-old daughter and I were flying from our home in Carolina to spend a week with my husband in Florida. We were 1 about the trip because we hadn't seen him for five months, and my daughter 2 her Dad terribly.

    As usual on the Charlotte-to-Miami flight, the plane was totally 3. Because we did not get our boarding passes until we 4 at the gate, Kallie and I could not get seats together and were 5 by the aisle (过道). I asked two passengers in my row if they would switch places with Kallie and me, 6 we could be together. They 7, saying they thought they should stay in their assigned seats. Meanwhile, a mother and her three children were in a 8 several rows ahead of us. There had been a mistake in their boarding passes, and 9 the whole family had been split up. The passengers in her row10 refused to move elsewhere. She was very 11 about the younger boy sitting with strangers. She was in tears, yet nobody 12 to help her. There were a troop of Boy Scouts(童子军) on 13. Suddenly the Scout leader stood up and said, “Ma'am, I think we can help you.” He then14 five minutes rearranging his group so that enough space was  15 for the family. The boys followed his directions cheerfully and without 16, and the mother's relief was obvious.

    Kallie, however, was beginning to panic at the 17of not being next to me. I told her that there wasn't anything I could do. 18, the man sitting next to the Scoutmaster, 19to me and asked, “Would you and your daughter like our seats?” 20 to himself and the Scoutmaster. We traded seats and continued our trip, very much relieved to be together and watch the scenery from Kallie's window sea.

    At the far end of Islington Road in Newton, Massachusetts, lives a little girl near and dear to the neighborhood. Two-year-old Samantha Savitz is 1, but she loves to talk to anyone who knows sign language. And her whole personality changes when it's someone who can 2 with her.

    Her desire for communication has been 3 obvious to everyone in the neighborhood. Whenever Sam tries to be neighborly, they 4 themselves lost for words. So they need to 5 more than a basic conversation with the child in the community.

    Unfortunately, this isn't something you can 6 with ease. You'd need the whole community to learn sign language 7 for a little 2-year-old girl. You can't 8 neighbors to do that. You can only appreciate them when they do.

    On their own, Sam's neighbors got together, 9 an instructor, and are now fully 10 an American Sign Language class. Even the parents of deaf children don't 11 to learn sign language. Now Sam has a whole 12 to communicate with her.

    And this level of inclusion will almost certainly guarantee a happier, more 13 Sam. Her parents says there aren't words in any language to express their 14. In fact, they're already seeing a 15 in their daughter. "The first thing she says to us is 'friend'", said her mother, "I think your heart would 16 just as mine did."

    Sometimes it feels like America is losing its 17 of community — but then you hear about a place like this where it takes a whole village to 18 a child. Now the village is alive and is here to 19 us that what makes a "good neighborhood" is nothing more than good 20.

    It was 9 P.M. on a cold night in November 2015. Powell was walling home along an empty road when he noticed a person, probably in his 20s, 1 on the bridge railing (栏杆), legs hanging over the Merrimack River.

    "At first I thought he was just 2. But as I got closer, I clearly heard Tm just gonna jump." says Powell.

    "Hey, buddy, what are you doing?" Powell asked He kept his 3, standing about six feet away so as not to 4 the stranger.

    "I'm gonna jump," the guy sad.

    "His voice had 5 in it, but I could tell he didn't really want to do this," says Powell.

    Powell tried to draw his attention. "You have any 6?"

    Without 7 to look at Powell, the stranger pulled up a picture of his daughter on his cell phone. "Think about how 8 her dad at a young age will affect her," Powell suggested.

    "My heart was 9, but I stayed calm," says Powell. By doing so, he learned about the stranger's trouble.

    "I am having a 10 time," the stranger said, "I can't make any 11, I am hungry, and I can't live without heroin (海洛因).

    Powell, who by this point had 12 closer to the stranger, made him believe that he 13 if he jumped into the river. The stranger 14 turned and looked at him. Powell, now about two feet from him, held out his hand and 15 it there. To his surprise, the stranger 16 his hand and climbed down.

    Fifteen minutes later, Powell watched the police 17 the stranger away. He never did get his name, 18 does he know what became of him. But Powell will always 19 the last words the stranger said to him. 20 he climbed into the police car, he turned to Powell. "Thank you," he said. "You really are a hero to me."