Last summer, we went to Hawaii for holiday. During my1 trip with my husband, we spent most of our time2 during the day in the sea, and then enjoying walks along the beach in the evenings.

    We didn't take any3because we had enough. We had visited the island many times 4. On our way to the 5 we joked that other than our sunburnt skin, we had no way to show that we had 6 there!

    As we stood in line at the check-in, we noticed the 7 who had been on our plane the week before. 8, they all had tear-filled eyes this day. On the plane, we sat directly behind them: a mother and her four children without Dad's 9. We learned that the father had been 10 in a jet-skiing accident that week, and his wife and children had to 11 make their way home without him.

    We watched the children become 12while they were playing cards. But the mother stared at her knees, 13 to believe her husband's death. We could 14 feel her pain as we realized that this could have happened to any of us. 15 we were laughing and playing in the water, this poor family had been 16 the sufferings. The vacation they had dreamed about had17the terrible dream they would never forget.

    I suddenly 18 that we had no pictures for this vacation together. I closed my eyes, 19 that my mind had recorded all the wonderful moments that I had 20 with my husband that week. What a trip!

    When I was a kid, Dad and I would go for long walks together. Sometimes we'd spy 1along the way-a penny here, a dime there. 2 I picked up a penny, he would ask, “Is it a wheat?" It always thrilled him when we found one of those 3 coins produced from 1909 to 1958, the year of my birth. On one of these walks, he told me he often 4 of finding coins. I was amazed. "I always have that dream too!" I told him. It was our secret connection.

    One gray winter day in 2002, not long after his 5, I was walking down Fifth Avenue, feeling 6 and lonely, and I suddenly found myself in front of a church, where Dad had been working there, but I hadn't 7 for a long time. When I walked into it, I heard the hymn (赞美诗) was A Mighty Fortress is Our God.

    That's Dad's 8, one we'd sung at his funeral. Hearing this again, I burst into 9. After the service, I stepped onto the sidewalk--and there was a penny. I 10 to pick it up and turned it over, and 11 enough, it was a wheat!

    That started it. Suddenly wheat pennies began 12 on the sidewalks of New York everywhere. I got most of the 13 years: his birth year, the year he graduated from college, the year he 14 my mom, the year they got married…

    One Sunday, when I was walking up Fifth Avenue, I 15 a penny in the middle of a crossing. It was a 16 street; taxis were speeding by--should I 17 it? I just had to get it. A wheat! But the penny was 18, and I couldn't read the date. When I took out my magnifying glass lo see it clearly, there was my birthday. As a journalist, I'm in a profession where doubting is a necessary 19. But I found 21 wheat pennies in the year after my father died, and I don't think that's a(n) 20.

    Barry White, Jt., a fifth grade English teacher at Ashley Park PreK­8 School, has a personalized handshake as greetings with every one of his students every day.

    The students know that when they 1 the school gate we do our 'good mornings' and then it's time to 2 " White told ABC News of his enthusiastic 3. "I'm always pumped up 4 . we start doing the moves, which brings them 5 and cheers them up for a high­energy 6."

    Each handshake is different, using custom moves inspired by the student's personality.

    "I started with one simple handshake last year with one of my 7 graders," he explained. "The girl of fourth grade would 8 me every morning before she'd go to class. She'd get in trouble sometimes for being late because she'd wait on the 9."

    "This year I started 10 handshakes with the kids during class breaks. It was just one or two students and then it became contagious (有感染力的) , he 11 ." I saw how much it 12 to them, so I said, Come on, everyone! Come on! Then it was my 13 class, then it was kids from other classes. Now I have third graders wanting to do it too.

    His administration loves the 14 which White brings to his students each day. "Barry's handshakes 15 his own authentic building relationships with 16 . When I walk into my teachers' rooms, I see the 17 of those strong and trusting relationships. When kids know their teacher 18, they are attentive, engaged and driven to be 19. That's the culture we are 20," said principal (校长) Meaghan Loftus.

    A terrible fever made Anne Sullivan nearly lose her eyesight in her childhood, and the doctors said she was a hopelessly mad girl. She had been1in the basement of a mental hospital (精神病医院) in Boston. Sometimes, little Annie2 hit anyone who came near to her. She ignored everyone who appeared in front of her most of the time.

    However, an old nurse 3 that little Annie had hope. She went to4little Annie every day. The child ignored her in most cases, but the old nurse5stopped seeing her every day in the basement. The6 lady left cookies for little Annie and spoke words full of encouragement to her. She believed that as long as she showed7, little Annie could get better.

    Finally, the doctors noticed the8in little Annie. They moved her upstairs and her condition continued9Then her last day there came, and the child who seemed to be "10" went out of the locked door of the mental hospital.

    After she grew up, Anne Sullivan hoped to11 others, just as the kind old nurse helped her. She became the12of Helen Keller. She13her, trained her strictly and worked with her14she lit the candle that brought15to the whole world. Anne Sullivan16a miracle (奇迹) in the life of Helen Keller. But first it was a kind nurse who had full17in little Annie that turned a(n)18 child into a great teacher.

    If there had been no Anne Sullivan, the name of Helen Keller would not be19But if there hadn't been a20who kept showing love, Anne Sullivan wouldn't be known to the world, either.

    A pioneering dancer is proving that you can chase your dreams-even in a wheelchair. Since the age of three, Chelsie Hill had1of becoming a dancer. "The only thing that I2was dance," she told CBS News.

    That ambition nearly3one night in 2010. Hill,4a 17-year-old high school senior in Pacific Grove, California, was in a car accident that put her in the5for 51 days and left her paralyzed (瘫痪) from the6down.

    For most people, that would have7any hope of a dancing career. For Hill, it was the8. Far from being an obstacle (障碍), her wheelchair9her. "I wanted to prove to my community—and to myself-that I was still ‘10,'" she told Teen Vogue. "Whatever normal meant."

    Normal for her meant11so Hill did it in her wheelchair right12her nondisabled high school dance team. "Half of my13was taken away from me, and I have to move it with my,14," Hill told Today. "It definitely15a lot of learning and patience."

    After16, Hill wanted to expand her dance network to include17like her. She met people online who had suffered various physical injuries but shared her determination, and she invited them to dance with her. "It was such a(n)18experience." Hoping to reach more people in a larger city, Hill19to Los Angeles in 2014 and formed a team of dancers with disabilities she calls the Rollettes.

    "I want to20the stereotype (模式化观念) of wheelchair users and show that dance is dance, whether you're walking or you're rolling," she told CBS News.

    Sarah grew up on a fishing boat. Her father,1to make enough money to buy a house, had 2 her within their only small boat since his wife died.

    One morning, Sarah saw a 3above the sea, which was close to them, and the boat began to rock as waves grew. 4 a mountain of clouds approaching from the south, she rushed below deck(甲板), 'Dad, 5.

    "What?" her drunken father asked 6.

    "Dad, a big storm is coming. We need to get out of here. "She grabbed his shoulders and 7 him. He got angry, shouting, "What are you doing?"

    "Dad, we have to 8the boat. There's a big storm coming. "

    Her father 9her at last. He walked to the deck, saw the10and fired up the engine.

    "Dad, what are you doing?"

    "Sarah, 11we stay here, we will die. We need to get out of the sea. We must ride the waves; that's our only 12."

    Their boat headed into the storm 13. Above them were black clouds and in front of them were dark waves. It was so 14.

    Hours passed. The dark day turned into darkness totally. They held each other for 15, but the experienced fisherman needed no 16 because he had fought many such battles.

    Eventually, the waves 17 and the sky brightened. Sarah was 18 and hugged her father, "You did it, Dad."

    They sailed back into the port. Other boats had been destroyed. Their boat was the only one to 19 the storm. Sarah hugged her father again. "Dad, you made it. You 20 us."

    "No, Sarah," he held her by his arms, "we did it together."