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.

    One day in early December, we woke up to discover a heavy fall of snow. “Mom, can we go1after breakfast?” my eleven-year-old daughter Erica begged. I didn't want to 2her request, so we headed towards the only 3in our town.

    When we arrived, the hill was crowded with people. We found an open spot next to a thin man and his three-year-old son. The boy was already lying in the sled (雪橇), 4to be launched. “Come on, Daddy!” he called.

    The man looked over at me. “Okay if we go 5?”he asked.

    “Sure. Looks like your son is ready to go, ”I said. With that, he gave the boy a huge 6 and off he flew! And the father ran after his son at full speed.

    “He must be afraid that his son is going to7somebody, ”I said to Erica. “We'd better be 8 too.”

    Then we also skied down the hill at a great speed. As we returned to the top, I noticed that the man was 9his son, who was still lying in the sled, back up to the summit (山顶)，When we reached the top, the boy was ready to play again. Again, the father 10him down the hill, and then pulled both the boy and the sled back up. The little boy was terribly spoilt by his father, I thought. 11he was small, the child could pull his own sled up the hill once in a while. This 12went on for more than an hour, but the man never 13 and he was very happy instead. Finally, I could14it no longer. I called to him, “You have tremendous15!”

    The man smiled and said, “He has cerebral palsy (脑瘫)，He can't walk.

    I was dumbstruck (惊呆的). It had all seemed so happy, so 16 that it never occurred to me that the child might be 17.Although I didn't know the man's name, I told the 18in my newspaper column. Either he or someone he knew must have recognized him, 19shortly afterward, I received this letter:

Dear Mrs. Silverman,

    The energy I expended on the hill that day is 20compared to what my son does every day . To me, he is a true hero.

    Years ago, I lost my sight completely. I would do anything for a 1 . In fact, desperate and 2 , I tried every supplement, experimental trial, diet and anything anyone 3 . All for nothing.

    But now, after 25 years in physical darkness, my life is 4 than ever. The change began one day, many years ago, when I drank my tea 5 , swallowing gulps(一大口) of “poor me” and wondering what my future would 6 . Then, the doorbell rang. Janet came in and brought an idea. “Have you ever thought about working as a(n) 7 ? ” she said, “You speak Spanish. Go for it.”

    Her idea 8 me to make a phone call. And the interpreting company I contacted invited me to take a test. Thank goodness it was 9 .

    “We're so 10 with the results,” the receptionist said the next day, “that we want to send you on your first 11 tomorrow. It's in the Immigration and Naturalization Court.”

    That was the beginning. That was when I began to 12 possibilities when my blindness wouldn't get 13 . The view of my world had changed. Blindness didn't have to label me as

    14 . On the contrary, the blindness improved my ability to 15 information and present a quicker and more 16 interpretation.

    The letters from judges, praising me for my work, 17 me for the hours I'd spent studying, memorizing, and 18 .

    Blindness? Not a barrier any more. 19 , it became a handy 20 to sharpen my creativity. Not only in the courtroom, but at home, in my relationships and in the way I viewed myself.

    The late Booth Tarkington always said, “I could take anything that life could force upon me except one thing: blindness. I could never 1 that.”

    One day, when he was along in his sixties, Tarkington 2 down at the carpet on the floor. The colors were not clear, so he went to a 3, and he soon learned the truth: he was losing his sight. What he4 most had come on him. And 5 did Tarkington react to it? To his amazement, he felt quite 6. When total darkness closed in, Tarkington even said, “I found I could take the 7 of my eyesight, just as a man can 8 anything else. If I lost all five of my9, I know I could live on inside my mind. For it is in the mind we see, and in the mind we live, whether we know it or not.”

    To 10 his eyesight, Tarkington had to go through over twelve operations within one year. He knew he couldn't 11 it, so the only way to lessen his 12 was to accept. And when he had to have 13 operations, he tried to remember how fortunate he was. He said, “How wonderful it is that 14 now has the skill to operate on anything so 15 as the human eye!”

    A(n) 16 man would have been nervous if he had had to tolerate over twelve operations and 17 Yet, Tarkington said, “I wouldn't 18 this experience for a happier one.” It taught him 19. It taught him that nothing life could bring him was 20 his strength to tolerate.

    “It's nice having a friend,” said Mole (鼹鼠) to Rabbit as they sat talking in the sun one day.

    “Oh, it is!” said Rabbit. “Very useful, too, 1 if you need help. 2, I think I'd like Bull (公牛) to be my friend.” said Mole.

    “But I'm your friend!” said Mole, feeling 3.

    “Oh, yes,” said Rabbit. “You are good for talking to and laughing with, 4 you are too small. When I need help, I 5 someone big and strong like Bull. He would be a very good friend to have. It would be 6 shouting for him when I need help.”

    Mole went off in anger.

    “Oh, well, I need to 7 something,” Rabbit thought.

    He moved along 8 he found a tiny garden. He had just started on his first leaf when there was a big 9. People were shouting and dogs were barking (吠叫). Rabbit was so afraid and in such a10 to get away that he ran into the wrong hole. The hole was too 11 and Rabbit got stuck. He could not 12 at all.

    “Help!” cried Rabbit.

    Mole 13 him. He ran up to see what was the matter.

    “Help!” cried Rabbit. “I'm stuck in this hole.”

    “If you want help,” said Mole, “I'd better 14 Bull.”

    “No!” cried Rabbit. “He's no good! He's too big to get into this 15. You're just the right 16! Please help me, Mole!”

    So Mole began digging around Rabbit. He 17 so fast that Rabbit was 18 in no time.

    “I'm sorry, Mole. I was  19,” Rabbit said. “I'm 20 I have you for a friend.”

    And so the two good friends set off for home together.

    In 1993, Greg Mortenson travelled to northern Pakistan to climb K2, the world's second highest mountain. Instead of reaching the top, he became so1that he had to come down. Some porters took him home to Korphe, their village, and 2him.

    While he was recovering, Greg3the village children writing their lessons outside in the dirt. The village had no4 and couldn't pay $l a day for a teacher. Greg decided to pay the village back by raising money to build a school and5a teacher.

    Back home in Montana, Greg wrote many6to celebrities（名人）and business people.7, he received just one reply and one check for $100. Then he wrote 16 grant proposals（补助金申请）— all were8. Finally he started9his things, but only raised $2,000.

    Then an elementary school class in Wisconsin10a project called Pennies for Pakistan. They11$623 in pennies to CAI — Central Asia Institute, founded by Greg. After that, adults began to take a(n)12in his project.13, Greg raised $12,000 and in 1996, CAI14its first project — the school in Korphe.

    Over two decades, CAI's15have expanded into other areas of Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Tajikistan, many of them too dangerous or remote for other organizations to reach. CAI has16the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. Hundreds of new requests for17still cross the organization's desks every day. It looks forward to18these future projects, because Greg and CAI truly19the surest path to peace is through20. With education they can change the world, one child at a time.