One day, I went to my favorite cafe for lunch. I 1 a burger and went to the outdoor seats. While waiting for my meal, a homeless man on a bicycle stopped to ask if there was a grocery store nearby. After I gave him 2, he asked if I had 3 from Santa Clara University. (I was wearing a SCU T-shirt. )I told him, yes. Little did I know that this 4 response would lead to a 90-minute conversation. The man, Michael, told me he was very intelligent. 5, drug use had ruined both his formal education and his pursuit of 6 in his work. He drifted from one topic to another, 7 the fact that I was ready for my lunch.

    He clearly had more of a 8to talk than I did. I made every 9 to give him my full attention, never 10 our talk would go on and on... Eventually, I did eat my meal, bite by bite 11 responses in our conversation. Michael was a bit strange. 12 his interests and viewpoints. We had little in 13, but he was fascinated with talking with, as he 14 it,“intelligent people.” I have to admit, I wish our conversation had been 15 to ten or fifteen minutes, but when Michael finally 16 off, he thanked me for listening so 17 to him and for my 18 to talk with him for so long. It was then that I 19 that, just maybe, that was my purpose in life for today … to be there, in that place, at that time, to 20 in that conversation.

    A twenty-three-year Dutch student has enjoyed a short but unexpected holiday in Dubai. Mr Frank Vreede, a business student, had taken a part-time job at Schiphol Airport to help pay for his 1 ,He worked as a baggage handler.

    Last Friday night after a 2 day in the university library preparing for his final exams, Frank was  3  a plane at the airport. He was waiting for the next baggage truck to arrive and he felt tired. He decided to have a 4 rest ,so he sat down in the hold of the plane and shut his eyes-just for a moment.

     5 , while he was sleeping, the plane took off. An hour later, Frank  6  and was shocked to discover that the plane was in the air.  7  was a terrible noise from the engines, and he tried not to  8  It was dark, uncomfortable and very, very cold. Frank knew he could not  9 in the freezing temperatures. It was an impossible situation.

    He decided to make as much 10 as possible. He hit the ceiling of the baggage hold and shouted at the top of his voice.  11  a passenger heard the noise and called a flight attendant, who immediately informed the pilot.  12 the captain understood what was happening, he ordered hot air to be pumped into the hold.

    When the plane arrived at Dubai International Airport, an ambulance was waiting to take a very  13  and frightened Mr Vreede to hospital.  14  examined him, but he was unhurt and was allowed to leave after a few hours  15 spread quickly about this "stowaway". The managing Director of one of Dubai's top hotels offered him a free room for the weekend. " He must have wanted to come to Dubai very much if he was prepared to travel in the hold ! " 16  the MD.

    " 17 been so kind," said Mr Vreede. "I'm really enjoying my stay in Dubai and I'm getting a lot of rest, so I won't fall asleep on the job again. " He also  18  to his boss for sleeping at work  19  working, and promised it would not happen again. "Next time, I'II catch a  20 flight! " said Mr Vreede.

    I had a good day today. It 1 with a morning walk with my dogs under the moonlight before daybreak. It was so beautiful. After the 2 it was time for a warm breakfast  3 by some exercise and prayer. Then I 4 to the office. The warm sunlight made me  5and since I was alone with nobody else to be disturbed（打扰）, I 6along with the CD playing in my car with a loud voice and a happy heart.

    My good day was just beginning, 7. I helped it along by giving cheerful  8to everyone I met. I shared smiles and was happy to have them9. I offered a helping hand to one friend and a pat on the back to another. Later at the store I  10the door for a lady with her arms full of packages. I told a  11cashier（收银员）what a good job she was doing and watched her whole face 12.

    When I got home I gave my daughter a hug, kissed my oldest son on the head, and  13with my youngest son before doing some work on the computer. Then I answered letters  14to share a loving thought or two with my friends around the world. Later in the evening I spent some  15time reading a good book, petting my dogs on the head. 16I ended the day the way I started it: walking my dogs  17, and thanking God for this world, my life, and the  18 to live for one more good day.

    Perhaps the key to having a great life is to live it one good day 19 . Perhaps the key to being  20 in this world is to love all we have today and let God take care of our tomorrow.

    I remember believing in Santa when I was a very young girl. However, as I grew older, I learned many 1 that “proved” his nonexistence. Always2by nature, I was determined to use 3to decide whether Santa Claus was 4.

    The first test5when I was 5, I decided that if I6all night on Christmas Eve, I could see if Santa really came down the chimney7 that was a useless8 I fell asleep that year, and when I woke up, I saw a 9 wrapped present under the10

    At the age of 7, I came up with another test to see if Santa was real. That year, I didn't send out my Christmas letter to Santa because I wanted 11for Christmas. But this turned into a plot. By then, I 12knew Santa wasn't real, but I wanted enough13to support this. That year was 14. Because on Christmas Eve, my mother dragged me to our local Wal-Mart led me around the toy section. I 15 to say a word, but did let my eyes16on a ballet set. I17that “Santa” wouldn't know what I wanted because he shouldn't be able to read my 18However, my mother would know everything that caught my eyes in the store. If I got the ballet set the next morning, I would have my evidence. On Christmas morning, there was the ballet set, sitting under the tree again.19I didn't use it much, my mother ended up returning it a few days later. She20 Santa was generous enough to leave a receipt. That was the end to my task to discover the existence of Santa.

    A few years ago, I was working on a project in a small office of a company. While everyone was friendly, there seemed to be a（n）1 of the workplace culture, for which I wanted to do something 2.

    So one evening, I wrote up a few quotes that have 3me over the years. The next morning, I went to work a bit early and quickly 4 them up by the sinks and mirrors in the office 5.

    For the next few months, some of the quotes got 6, but I noticed that a couple 7. So perhaps they were meaningful to some of them.

    Eventually, I finished out my contract（合同）with that8and went to work in another place.

    A few months ago, I was 9to a reunion with my colleagues to hear updates on how the 10 I had worked on was going. Although I11 worked in this office building, I had really enjoyed working with the team, and was 12 to see them all again. Towards the end of the 13, I went to the restroom, and one of the quotes that I had written before was still 14 in the same spot by the mirror! It 15: The real voyage of discovery consists not 16 seeking new lands, but seeing with new eyes.

    Maybe the quote still stood out as a 17 reminder each time someone went to the restroom. 18 the case is, it is a sweet moment and reminder that we never know how long a seed planted will 19 to bloom and give fruit－but to simply keep20 seeds of kindness from the heart... nothing less, and nothing more.

    It was my first day to Miss Hargrove's seventh grade. Past “newcomer experiences” had been difficult, so I was very1to fit in. After being introduced to the class, I bravely put on a smile and2my seat.

    Lunchtime was a(n)3surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. They were friendly, so I began to4. My new classmates told me about the school, the teachers and the other kids. They5out the class nerd（书呆子）to me: Mary Lou. She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and olive-skin,6she wore a long woolen skirt and an old-fashioned blouse. She looked stupid. The girls whispered and laughed7Mary Lou walked by. She ate alone.

    After school, the girls invited me to8them in front of the school. I was9to be a member of the club. We waited. For what, I didn't know. Then Mary Lou came down the school steps. The girls started10her, shouting rudely, biting comments. I11, and then joined right in. Mean remarks12from my lips. No one could tell I'd never done this before. The other girls stepped back and started cheering for me. Feeling13, I pulled on her backpack and then pushed her. Her backpack broke. Mary Lou fell and I backed off. Everyone was laughing. I14in. I was a leader.

    I was not proud. Something inside me hurt. If you've ever picked a wing off a butterfly, you know how I felt. Mary Lou got up, gathered her books and left without a tear or saying anything. She held her head15as blood ran down from her knee. I16her struggle away down the street.

    I turned to leave with my17friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. He must have been Mary Lou's father—he had the same olive skin, dark hair and handsome look. He remained still and watched the18girl walk toward him. Only his eyes—shining with both sadness and pride—followed. As I passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that reminded me of my19.

    Mary Lou's father's eyes taught me a good lesson that day. I never again hurt someone for my own20.