William Franklin came to my class half a year ago.But from his first day here,he 1 himself in his own world and he never spoke to others.As his teacher,I tried to start a talk with him but 2.It seemed as if he just didn't want to break his 3.

    After the Thanksgiving holiday,we received the news of the4Christmas collection of money for the 5 in our school."Christmas is a season of 6,"I told my students."Some poor students in our school might not have a 7 holiday.By giving a little money,you will help 8 some toys,food and clothing for these needy students.We will 9 the collection tomorrow." 

    The next morning, 10 ,I found out almost everyone had 11 this matter except Willard Franklin.He came up to my desk with his head down. 12 ,he dropped two coins into the small box."I don't need milk for lunch,"he said in a 13 voice.

    After school I couldn't help sharing what had 14 in the morning with our headmaster."I may be wrong,but I 15 Willard might be ready to become part of our class. "I am 16 to hear that," he nodded."And I just received a list of the poor families in our school who most need 17 .Here,take a look at it."

    As I sat down to 18 ,I found Willard Franklin was at the top of the list.At that moment,I felt I really 19 Willard for the first time:a cold face with a warm heart.From this 20 ,I also learnt that whether rich or poor,every child has a kind heart.

    I learned to do wood work when I was very young. I remember I made my first project—a small table when I was 9 years old. I was so1of it that I looked upon it as if I had created a(an)2. It was absolutely beautiful and it had taken me six weeks to3it. I could hardly wait to give it to Mother Winters as a(an)4. She was the head mistress of our orphanage（孤儿院）, who was always kind but5with us.

    As the tables were not dry from the clear coating(清漆), our woodworking teacher told us to wait a few days before taking them to our dormitories. But I was just so6and happy that I couldn't wait. I dashed out like a7, carrying my table, smiling from ear to ear.

    When I reached the dormitory I placed the little table beside my bed. I was8it when Mother Winters entered. She walked over to the table. Running her hand9it, she noticed that it was still wet.

    “Were you 10to bring this home?” she asked.

    “No, ma'am,” I 11with my head down.

    She ordered me to throw the table out and so I did. After she left, I immediately opened the door to get it back. There was 12stuck all over. I brushed and cried, but the dirt would not come off.

    I hid the table in my closet and never 13it. However, a year later during a cleaning-up, it was discovered. Painfully, I had to give the table to Mother Henderson, my houseparent, thinking that she would 14it away.

    Thirty years later at a reunion, I15that Mother Henderson was living nearby, so I drove up to see her. We talked cheerfully for a long time. As I was about to leave, she asked me to come down to her 16to get something important. I followed her 17into a dark corner. She picked something up.18she turned around, I could see that she was holding a little table. Mother Henderson kept the little table that I had given up for lost so long ago.

    Today, I look at that table with bittersweet memories but full of 19to Mother Henderson, who kept the table for a young orphan who20it so much.

    I believe in miracles(奇迹) because I've seen so many of them. One day, a patient was referred to me who was one hundred and two years old. 'there's a1in my upper jaw, " she said. "I told my own dentist it's nothing, but he 2I come to see you."

    Her eighty-year-old son accompanied her. He would3to add something, but she stopped him. She wanted to tell everything herself. I found a large cancer that spread over much of the4of her mouth. A careful examination later5that it was a particularly bad sort of cancer. During her next appointment, I explained to her the6of the problem. She clasped my hand in hers and said, "I know you're worried about me, but I'm just7."

    I thought otherwise(不同). After considerable8on my part, and kindness on her part because she wanted to9me, she agreed to have me refer her to a cancer surgeon. She saw him, but as I expected,10  treatment. About six months later she returned to my office, still energetic and11.

    “How are you?” I asked.

    “I'm just fine, honey, ” she responded12 high spirits. “When can I get started on fixing my dentures(假牙)?”

    Surprised to see her at all, I answered13, “Let me take a look in your mouth and we'll see about it.”

    I couldn't believe my eyes. The cancer that had14nearly the entire roof of her mouth was gone-only one small area of redness 15.

    I had read of such things happening, but had16seen them with my own eyes. That was my first miracle. Since then I've seen many others, because they keep getting17to see. In fact, miracles are daily events for me now. And people are a miracle,18through them we have a chance to know ourselves and to19the miracles of one another.

    Since my first miracle, I've come to understand that the place for a miracle is20we choose to find it.

    Years ago, I was on a long flight, during which a voice from the speaker said, “We won't1drinks or the meal because we are facing a storm ahead. Please make your seat belts fastened. ”Many passengers became 2talking about it with each other. At once it became 3in the plane.

    Soon, lightening 4the darkening skies, and within moments the 5was like a boat on waves in the storm. One moment it was 6up by the storm；the next,it was thrown as if it were to 7onto the ground. All the passengers were 8Some cried. Some prayed (祈祷). The 9seemed hopeless. I wondered if we could 10it through the storm.

    Then I noticed the little girl next to me. Surprisingly, the storm seemed to mean 11to her. She was 12looking through a picture book. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would 13again, but she never showed a(n)14 of worry or fear. The little girl wasn't afraid at all 15all the adults were scared to death. Finding me watching her,the girl smiled at me and said,“Don't worry. My father is the pilot. He is taking me home. Take it easy. He will take us home safely.”

    When the plane was out of 16I smiled at the girl and she gave me a big smile in 17“I said my father would take us home safely.”

    Many kinds of storms may 18us: diseases, difficulties... They can easily darken our skies and 19our planes into hard times. Let us 20Love is the pilot. It will help us out of trouble. So take it easy.

    There was a very popular local restaurant near our company. One day, I went with some colleagues from my office for a dinner in a very popular local restaurant. It was 1 business time and the restaurant was crowded. We 2 found a table in a corner for three of us.

    As soon as we sat down, we heard a crash when a cleaning boy 3 the floor with all the plates he was carrying. There was 4 and no one was saying or doing anything.

    In a flash I remembered my 5 many years ago. Once, I 6 in the airport because I had rushed there on my own on an empty stomach. I was picked up and taken care of by two 7. Now this was my chance to 8it forward.  

    I ran to the young man's side immediately, turned him on his back and screamed for someone to 9 a hot drink. Soon people started asking if I was a doctor. I said I was not, but I was 10 at attending the one blacking out(晕厥).

    The kid soon opened his eyes, 11 what had happened. I 12 him by saying it was OK and I had had a 13experience. He had not eaten anything. I held the 14 drink to his mouth till he finished it and sat with him till he felt OK. By then the 15 had arrived. I asked her to give the kid something to eat. I offered to pay.

    The manager was kind enough to refuse the 16 and agreed to make sure the kid ate before he went home. By the time all this was 17 it was getting late for my colleagues. We hadn't 18 anything yet, so they decided to go home.

    I slowly walked home, not hungry any more, feeling 19 for the opportunity I pay forward the 20 I had received many years ago.

    In one of my college classes, we were required to do an act of kindness. My project included 1lunch for an elderly person. When I2the elderly person with the food I cooked, it never3to me that it would result in a new friendship and the discovery of a4.

    The person I visited was Bill, who was unable to5much. A nurse came regularly to help him move to and from the wheelchair because he has no6. Bill said he was delighted to see me and it was a7for him to eat a meal with me because he usually eats8. He said the food was great, but he enjoyed having9even more than the food.

    Bill had had a10life when working on the railroad and had many11stories to tell about his travels to many places. I was12a trip because of his stories. I had once13about traveling by train. However, I would14be going by train after meeting Bill.

    Perhaps the biggest15of this project was that I suddenly realized that I am 16 of working with the elderly. Spending time with them was fun­­they have so much life experience to 17 On the one hand, I am a good 18. On the other hand, older people want someone to know their inner world, so it is a perfect 19. I decided to focus my studies on the 20. Hopefully in the future, I will work with them to help even more people like Bill.