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.

    The day when I would go off to college was around the corner. Mom stood me in her usual spot behind the ironing board(烫衣板) and said, "Pay attention: I'm going to teach you to iron."

    Mom clearly explained her 1 for this lesson. I was going to be 2 and needed to learn this 3 skill. Also, I would be meeting new people, and properly ironed clothes would help me make a good 4."Learn to iron a shirt," Mom said, "and you can iron 5."

    But ironing shirts was not 6 work. It didn't make use 7long muscles we used to throw a baseball, and it wasn't a 8 operation like ice­skating. Ironing was like driving a car on a street that has a stop 9 every 10 feet. What's more, an iron produced steam and it carried a possibility of 10.If you touched the wrong part of it, you'd get 11. If you forgot to turn it off when you 12, you might burn down the house.

    As for technique, Mom 13 me to begin it, 14  sounded easy but skilful .Mom said it looked very simple ,but you must do it with your15 .Over the years, I've learned to iron shirts skillfully, which gives me a sense of 16.

    17 failures I suffer in my life, an ironed shirt tells me I am good at something. 18, through ironing I've learned how to find out the 19 to working out even the most troublesome problems."20 wrinkles one at a time," as Mom might have said, "and before long everything will get ironed out."

    I grew up in a West Virginia mining town in Fayette County. A man named John moved into our town from New Orleans. He was a(n) 1 man, who was at least 6 feet tall and weighed 245 pounds. He had 2 shoulders and truly fitted the V body type. He was really a man with 3and patience.

    John worked for some days, when there were no 4 and John was absolutely an admirable miner. However, when I was ten, the 5 day came. A terrible disaster 6. Timber crossbars(木材横木) were often used in mines to 7 the top. That day my father was working 8 John in the mine. A timber cracked somewhere and the loud cry of a man was 9. Hearing this, my dad and John rushed to the site of the 10. There some miners were trapped. They felt 11 and they sat depressed, either in shock or in prayer(祈祷).

    That's when John did it. He held the timber and applied all his 12 to it. Surprisingly, the blocking moved. Then John raised the timber while all the miners13, but in doing so, the wood was becoming further weakened and John himself was 14 below instead. My father and the other miners 15 started to work with their tools, desperately trying to 16 John, but the top fell and there was no 17 of reaching him. John was buried there forever.

    18 John, a small marble monument(纪念碑) was 19 in front of the entrance to the mine. The 20 had given up his life so that others could live. The monument is still there to this day.

    On Dec. 13, 2018, Nubia Wilson turned 16. But instead of1with an exciting Sweet 16 birthday party, the California teen devoted this milestone to 2 the lives of orphans in Ethiopia.

    Through several summers of volunteer work at an Ethiopia orphanage, Nubia learned firsthand the severe poverty so many children3. In an email to The Huffington Post, Nubia said that she was4struck by the children's lack of access to5-their school only went through the fourth grade.

    Over the course of her volunteer work, Nubia became6in one student, Hermela. She writes: Out of the many students in the kindergarten class, Hermela became7and attached to me to a point where it was becoming8for both of us to leave each other. She is now in the second grade. The thought of Hermela not being able to have her meal and9education after the fourth grade became 10 and I knew I had to do something.

    That's when Nubia decided that she didn't want a traditional Sweet 16.11, she wanted to use the money her parents would have spent on a party to establish12grade class for Hermela and other kids.

    "The money could provide a(n)13solution that will serve for many years compared to the one-day14of my party," Nubia wrote to Huffpost Live. In short, I want Hermela to continue15.

    After telling friends and family her16, Nubia set up a(n)17page "Keep Hermela Smiling" on CrowdRise. Her18will raise funds for the Fregenet Foundation, which funds education and community services in Ethiopia.

    So far, Nubia has19$ 2,781 of her $ 10,000 goal. Nubia says that her parents have been extremely20; they're selling most of their Ethiopian artifacts to help raise funds.

    Nubia's birthday may not have been a party, but it's truly a celebration.

"What's your name? " My fifteen-ear-old daughter, Jessica, asked a stranger on the street. Her eyes sparkled with 1 and her face wore a broad smile. I wish she could make it because she has a disability with autistic (自闭症的). I stood nearby, waiting 2 for any potential result. 

To be honest, the 3 nature of hers is a result of her disability. Ever since Jessica was real young, she had 4 right up to strangers on the street and 5 a conversation, never expecting to be refused. Children with autism don't relate well to others. As her mum, my thoughts are 6 . On one hand, I tried my best to prevent her from 7 others. On the other hand, I don't want her to be discouraged. Happily, when Jessica talks with someone, it always 8 me that people patiently answer her, although they must sense she's a bit different. 

What about this time? Would this man respond kindly or just 9 her and walk away? A few minutes later, Jessica skipped to me. Obviously, it was a successful 10 . Jessica shared with me the 11 they had talked about, which would certainly 12 my daughter's day. The man just treated her like an ordinary girl, nothing special from others. 

As we continued on our way, I felt a renewed sense full of 13 for the future. Despite my daughter's problem, an equal 14 the kind people gave her created a moment of 15 interaction.

When I was a young boy I was in a poor neighborhood as a foster ( 领养) child. I was1 to spend lots of time alone. I would often wander the neighborhoods on my own and2 to help rake (用耙子耙平) a yard, mow a lawn ( 割草), or wash some walls3 some pocket money just to buy some clothes or candy.

Once I knocked on the door of an elderly woman and asked if she needed her leaves raked in the yard. She asked why I was not in school and I4 her my torn trousers and shoes, which were5 and no longer keeping my feet warm and6 . And when I finished the work she gave me some7 . She said, "I want you to buy some trousers and new shoes and8 school. I also want you to come back and9 me with your report card and I will reward you when I see you have worked hard and have some good10 ."

I returned several times to see the woman in the corner house and she did just as she11 . She looked at my report card and gave me a handful of dollars and a sandwich every time I12 showed her I had an "A" or "B". And over the next couple of years, she continued to be this13 influence in my life as brief as it was and I never knew her name.

I was twelve years old when I moved from that neighborhood into a different home, with another family. I will of course never14 the huge difference this wonderful stranger made over my life with her15 . This is something I hope to do myself in this lifetime over and over again.