Years ago, I was on a long flight, during which a voice from the speaker said, “ We won't 1 drinks or the meal because we are facing a storm ahead. Please make your safe belts fastened.” Many passengers became 2 , talking about it with each other. At once it became 3 in the plane.

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

    Then I noticed the little girl next to me. Surprisingly, the storm seemed to mean 11 to her. She was 12 , looking through a picture book. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would 13 again, but she never showed a (n)14  of worry or fear. The little girl wasn't afraid at all 15 all 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 16 , I 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 18 us: diseases, difficulties… They can easily darken our skies and 19 our planes into hard times. Let us 20 : Love is the pilot. It will help us out of trouble. So take it easy.

    Before he sailed round the world single-handed, Francis Chichester had already surprised his friends several times. He had tried to 1 round the world but failed. That was in 1931.

    The years passed. He 2flying and began sailing. He enjoyed it greatly. Chichester was already 58 years old when he won the first solo 3race across the Atlantic. His 4dream of going round the world came back, but this time he would sail. His friends and doctors thought it was a(an)5 attempt, as he had lung cancer. But Chichester was determined to 6his plan. In August, 1966, at the age of nearly 65, an age at which many men 7, he began his greatest 8of his life.

    Chichester covered 14,100 miles 9stopping in Sydney, Australia. This was more than twice the distance anyone had previously sailed 10. On shore, he could not walk 11help. Everybody said the same thing: he had done 12; he must not go any further.13  he did not listen.

    After 14in Sydney for a few weeks, Chichester set off once more in spite of lots of 15. The second half of his voyage was by far the more 16 part, during which he sailed round the risky Cape Horn. After succeeding in sailing round Cape Horn, Chichester sent the following radio message to London: “I feel as if I had waken up from a nightmare (噩梦). Even a wild horse could not drag me down to Cape Horn and that Ocean 17.”

    Just before 9 o'clock on Sunday evening 28 May, 1967, he arrived 18in England, where tens of thousands of people were waiting to welcome him. Queen Elizabeth Ⅱ honored him with a very valuable sword. The whole voyage from 19and back had covered 28,500 miles. It had taken him nine 20, of which the sailing time was 226 days. He had done what he wanted to accomplish.

    On Christmas Eve despite the fun and laughter from relative reunions, 13-year-old Frank Wilson did not cheer up. It was true that he had1all the presents he wanted. And he also2the big Christmas dinner with family members.3 ， Frank was not happy because this was his first Christmas without his brother, Steve, who was killed in a car accident. Frank4his brother and the close companionship they had together.

    Frank said good-bye to his parents and relatives, saying he was leaving early to see a friend. Since it was cold outside, Frank5his new jacket, his favorite gift from Grandma. He placed the other6on his new sled (雪横）and then headed out.

    As Frank went down the street toward home, through one front window, he saw a room with old7hanging over an empty fireplace. A woman was seated nearby, crying. The stockings8him of the way he and his brother always9theirs side by side. The next morning they would find presents.

    A sudden 10struck Frank. He knocked on the door. “Yes? The 11voice of the woman answered. “May I come in?” asked Frank. “You are very welcome,” she said, seeing his 12full of gifts and thinking he was making a13of gifts. “But I have no food or gifts for you. I have 14for my own children.” “That's why I am here.” Frank said. “Please 15whatever presents you would like for your children from the sled.” “Why? God bless you!” the 16woman answered. She took some candies, a toy plane and a doll. Finally, the stockings were 17  The woman thanked Frank and he left.

    Frank's18was full of happiness. Later he gave his jacket to a poor boy. At last, he 19all his presents. Now Frank was wondering how he could 20to his parents where his presents had gone.

    Last Sunday, on my return from a trip to Waterloo, I took a taxi from Waterloo Station to my home. We hadn't gone very far 1 the traffic light changed to red. We waited for minutes. Just as the light was changing to 2, a policeman pulled open the door of the taxi,3 in, shouted to the driver, “4that blue car in front. It's been stolen.” and he sat down on the seat beside me. Then he seemed to see me for the first time for he politely 5, “ Sorry sir, but I've got to catch that car.” The taxi driver 6 the speed without saying anything. After a few hundred yards the blue car stopped at 7 traffic light and we drew up 8. The policeman got out, ran round to the driver's door of the blue car, opened it and 9the driver out. I couldn't hear what he said , but after a few minutes the policeman 10 to me and I went up to him. He asked me to help him take the car thief to the nearest11.

    The three of us got into the 12. We drove off 13 the taxi following. I didn't like sitting next to the 14, who was a young , rather tough-looking man, but I had no 15. Fortunately it wasn't far to the police station. 16 we got there the policeman took my name and address, thanked me for my 17 and said I could go home now. So I got back into my taxi and we drove off again. The taxi driver said 18 that it was the second time in a month he had been 19to help the police, and he 20 it wouldn't happen again.

    I still remember the first day of school our professor introduced a little old lady named Rose to us. I was curious about what might have 1  her to be taking on this challenge at her age. "I always 2 having a college education and now I'm getting one!" she told me. I like listening to this "time machine" as she 3 her wisdom and experience with me.

    At the end of the term, we 4 Rose to make a speech to our football team. As she began to deliver her 5 speech, she dropped her note card on the 6 . A little embarrassed, she simply said, "I'm sorry. This whiskey is 7 me! I'll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know." As we laughed, she 8 her throat and began, "We do not stop 9 because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are some secrets to staying  10 , being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find 11 every day. Have a dream. When you 12your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are 13 and don't even know it! There is a huge 14  between growing older and growing up.  15 you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one 16 thing, you will turn twenty years old. That doesn't 17 any talent or ability. The elderly usually don't have18 for what they did, but rather for things they did not do."

    One week after graduation, Rose 19 peacefully in her sleep. We will remember the wonderful woman who taught us by example that it's never too late to be all we can20 be.

    In a clean, clinical room, ray best friend was dying in my aims. His eyes, dark brown and trusting, would soon 1 forever. Heartbroken, I said, "Flash, you 2 so much happiness to me. I will do something good as a 3."

    Flash came into my 4 when I was nine. From the moment my parents brought this cute dog home, he 5 my family with joy.

    Then, 6 happened. My mum was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was 11. Then my grandma, who was my 7, passed away. My sister developed Crohn's Disease and while being tested, 8 a heart attack. I was being bullied at school and started to 9 classes and avoid seeing people.

    Flash soon gave me all the 10 he could offer. There were times when I felt there was no  11, but a pair of brown eyes and loving face would somehow ease me. I knew he was 12 there for me. I knew he understood.

    Now after 15 years, Flash was 13. I thought doing charity work was the best reward for him. I 14 in a non-profit organization in Southampton and contributed about 3,500 hours to 15 children with special needs, which completely changed my life. I learned to love the 16 I had been on, and even accept the 17 bits.

    I still miss Flash. It was him that had somehow 18 me to helping others. Flash's death was one of the 19 moments of my life. But it was also an inspiring moment that 20 who I was-in the best possible way-forever.