When I was eighteen, I couldn't wait to get my first job, which meant I made the first step toward adulthood.

    But it was difficult to get a work permit. One day I was dropped off by my parents at the1, where applicants took their physical tests for work permits. Although I had night blindness, my vision was clearer during the day, which helped me walk 2 by myself. Then the doctor began the 3. He looked into my eyes with a bright light. “I suggest your parents take you to an eye specialist,” he said, “I  4 you have a retinal(视网膜)disease. If you do, you will never 5a day in your life… ”

    My parents did take me to specialists. After much time and money spent seeking an6result，it was determined that I had an eye disease that slowly 7a person of sight. But still, during daylight, I could walk without 8. I could read, but not for hours. My eyes began to 9 and words slipped off the page when I read more than a few pages. However, no matter how tired my eyes became, I never gave up reading. I knew the 10of great writers as well as the most popular music stars. Their words were powerful, which 11 me to try writing. Soon writing brought me a lot of 12each time I completed a paper.

    Then an important phone call from an editor changed my life．An article I 13 appeared in a local newspaper. The newspaper, to my 14, continued to print my work. Next, a book series published several of my essays. I got interested in writing and 15 up with each acceptance. On the pages, readers never knew of my blindness 16I chose to present it. For me, finding my voice through writing gave me the pride and satisfaction I 17 so many years ago. Now, I have numerous essays and articles in 18.

    Should I be thanking that misguided doctor? By falsely predicting that I could never work a day, he fueled my 19 into success. He set the bar too 20 and focused on what I wouldn't be able to do. Yet I proved what I could do.

    Terror attacked the heart of the World War I soldier，as he saw his lifelong friend falling in the battle.Caught in a trench（战壕） with 1 gunfire whizzing（飕飕地移动）over his head，the soldier asked his 2 if he might go out into the “No Man's Land” between the trenches to bring his 3 partner back.

    “You can go，”said the officer，“but I don't think it will be worth it.Your friend is 4 dead and you may throw your own 5 away.”

    The officer's words didn't 6 to him，and the soldier went anyway. Surprisingly he 7 to reach his friend，lift him onto his 8 ， and bring him back to their own trench.As the two of them 9 in together to the bottom of the trench，the officer 10 the wounded soldier，and then looked kindly at his friend.

    “I told you it wouldn't be worth it，” he said.“Your friend is dead，and you are terribly wounded.”

“It was worth it，11 ， sir，” the soldier said.

    “What do you mean by 'worth it'?”12 the officer.“Your friend is dead!” “Yes sir，” the soldier answered.“But it was worth it because when I got to him，he was still 13 ， and I had the 14 of hearing him say，'Jim，I knew you'd come.'”

    Many a time in 15 ， whether a thing is worth doing or not really depends on 16 you look at it.Take up all your 17 and do something your 18 tells you to do so that you may not 19 doing it later in life.May each and every one of you be blessed with the company of 20 friends.

    It was Mother's Day and I was shopping at the local supermarket with my five-year-old son,Tenyson.As we were1,we realized that only minutes earlier an2woman had fallen over at the entrance and hit her head on the ground3was with her, but there was blood everywhere and the woman was embarrassed and clearly in shock4,a lot of people stopped to help out.5we were walking towards the scene, Tenyson became very6about what had happened to the elderly couple. He7to me,“Mom, it's not much fun falling over in front of8”Seeing that there was a flower stall(摊位)at the front of the supermarket, he added, “Why shouldn't we9the lady a flower? It will make her feel better.”I was10that he'd come up with this11idea. So we went over and told the flower seller12we wanted.“Just take it,”she replied.“I13take your money for such a wonderful14”

    By now medical staff had arrived, and were15the injured woman. We gave the flower to the woman's husband and I told him it was16my son. At that, the old man started crying and said,“Thank you very much.”He then turned to me,“You have a17son. Happy Mother's Day to you.”

    The man bent down and gave his wife the flower, telling her who it was from18being badly hurt,the old lady looked up at Tenyson with19in her eyes and gave him a little20

    Ibby Piracha is one of many regular customers at his local Starbucks in a small town in Virginia, US.1, Ibby isn't like the other regulars – he's2. Krystal Payne, a new employee, wanted to do something to make Ibby feel more3. So she spoke with other employees about Ibby, learning that they always did what they could to give him excellent4. But Payne wanted to take it a step further.

    She went home and spent her night learning American Sign Language so she could better5with Ibby. The next day, she wrote him a small6saying: "I've been learning ASL, just so you can have the same7as everyone else."

    Ibby, who was overcome with emotion over this small act of kindness, has8the note at home ever since. Ibby was so9by Payne's gesture (友好的示意) that he posted it on Facebook to share with his friends. His10was then reposted by many other people – a result that he did not11. But he is happy that Payne is getting the12she deserves.

    The next morning, Payne heard about the post when her manager13her and mentioned that there were many requests from reporters to14her. A Starbucks spokeswoman heard about her15gesture and said the company was very16of Payne's actions. "My job is to17people have the experience they expect and that's what I gave him," said Payne.

    Ibby sees Payne's act of kindness as a(n)18. "It shows that she respects deaf people," he said. Payne now knows enough ASL to take Ibby's19, which makes Ibby's life much easier. In the past, Ibby would have to order through text messages that he would show to the staff. Ibby still loves to visit the coffee shop, saying it is something that "gave me genuine 20– even now, I'm still smiling".

    It was 12:45 p.m. on January 2, 2007. Fifty-year-old Wesley Autrey was 1 the train at a subway station in New York. His two daughters, aged four and six, were with him.

    2, a sick man fell on the platform (站台). The man, 20-year-old Cameron Hollopeter, got up, but then 3 again — this time, onto the track between the two rails. A 4 was coming into the station. It was a(n) 5 moment. But Mr. Autrey wasn't afraid. He 6the man, and he looked at the 7 that the man was in. It was about half a meter deep. And he8, “The train is going to travel over this man. 9 he tries to get up, the train will 10him. But if he lies on the ground and doesn't 11, he'll be OK.” So he knew he had to 12. And there was no time to think carefully.

    He 13. Mr. Autrey lay on top of Mr. Hollopeter and kept him down on the ground. The train driver 14 them. He was afraid, but he couldn't 15 in time. Five subway cars traveled over the two men before the train stopped.

    The people on the platform were 16. When Mr. Autrey heard them screaming (尖叫), he shouted, “We're OK down here, but I have two daughters up there. Let them 17 their father's OK.” People on the platform clapped and 18. They were amazed at Mr. Autrey's 19. Subway workers helped the two men out. They had no serious injuries.

    Mr. Autrey said, “I didn't do anything special. I just saw someone who needed 20. I did what I thought was right.”

    From the time each of my children started school, I packed their lunches. And in each lunch, I1a note. Often written on a napkin (餐巾), it might be a thank-you for2moment, a reminder of something we were happily expecting, or a bit of3for the coming test or sporting event.

    In early grade school they4their notes. But as children grow older they become self-conscious (有自我意识) and5he reached high school, my older son, Marc, informed me he no longer6my daily notes. Telling him that he no longer needed to7them but I still needed to write them. I8until the day he graduated.

    Six years after high school graduation, Marc called and asked if he could move9for a couple of months. He had spent those years well, graduating from college,10two interships (实习) in Washington, D.C., and11, becoming a technical assistant in Sacramento.12short vacation visits, however, he had lived away from home. With his younger sister leaving for college, I was13happy to have Marc back. Since I was14making lunch for his younger brother, I15one for Marc, too. Imagine my16when I got a call from my 24-year-old son,17his lunch.

    "Did I do something18? Don't you love me19, Mom?" were just a few of the questions he threw at me as I20asked him what was wrong.

    "My note, mom," he answered. "Where's my note?"