In the week before Christmas, one Delta airlines pilot gave a sad Arizona family a gift that no one else could.

    Father of three, Jay short died after a 1with lung cancer Dec, 16^th. Three days later, his family was attempting to 2to Tennessee for the funeral scheduled for the next morning. But a 90-munite 3at the Phoenix airport 4them only seven minutes to make their connecting flight in Minnesota. “This was our 5chance to say goodbye to my dad, and if we hadn't 6the flight, we would have missed the 7.” Jay's daughter said. But when they arrived at the gate, the last plane of the day to Memphis was 8away from the gate.

    “My son was 9his arms and pleading with the pilot through the floor-to ceiling windows.” said Marcia, “I was 10 and comforting my girls who were also in tears when the phone rang, 11us that the pilot was returning to the gate to let us 12the plane .” Captain Adam Cohen saw the 13on their faces through the gate's windows and decided to turn the plane around. Airline experts pointed out Cohen could have 14gotten into trouble for the 15decision, but Delta 16the move instead. “This is 17we'll take with us, knowing we made a 18.” confirmed Adam.

    This story is an 19that we can bring humanity back to society. Show care and it may 20you how far that you go.

    There was a little, but always strange girl. Everything was bad for her. She wished to meet an enchantress (女巫) that would turn her life a 1tale.

    One day an enchantress came and said that one of her wishes would 2 The girl became very happy at first, but then she started to think that she had a lot of wishes and all of them were 3 for her. She could not 4 just one. Then the 5 enchantress that she would help her realize one wish every day. The girl became 6—now all her dreams will become realities.

    From that day on, she was waiting every morning with joy and 7. Then as days passed, the dreams became real ones.... But soon the little girl realized that 8 of the wishes d give her joy and happiness which she 9for. Many wishes brought her disappointment, and some 10 a pain. Almost every dream was an empty little girl's caprice (任性). Though being 11 she suddenly found that she did not 12 this. Soon she started to 13 dreams. She was afraid to 14 every day, waiting for the realization of another wish. Crying, she asked the enchantress to 15 only one her dream-to live as she lived 16and enjoy life.

    The good enchantress had 17 upon the little girl. She waved her magic wand and disappeared. The girl was happy 18 she knew that now she would carefully seek for her one big 19 dream, not wasting time with short-term20 quite unnecessary wishes.

    To millions of readers, Jeff Zaslow was a bestselling author. But to me, Jeff was a(a) 1 mentor（导师）who gave countless hours of his time and energy to 2 authors.

    When I was in middle school, Jeff and his family 3 near our house. At a neighborhood party, I was a 4 kid playing basketball alone. Jeff walked over, introduced himself to me. He took a true interest in getting to 5 me, asking about my hobbies. Although we had just met, I had the 6 that this new neighbor truly cared about me.

    Looking back, Jeff was the first adult who 7 me like a peer（同龄人）, and it helped me find my confidence. At the time, I had no 8 that Jeff would become a mentor to me or that I would enter the writing 9.

    Twenty years later, I decided to 10 my first book. In search of 11 on developing a plan, I 12 to Jeff. Less than three hours later, his 13 landed in my mailbox. He invited me to call him any time, day or night. He asked me 14 questions and listened to my responses.

    When I started writing, I 15 Jeff's work as a model and his personal example as a reminder of what it meant to put other people first.

    In 2012, before I finished writing my book, Jeff lost his 16 in a car accident. I missed the 17 to tell him what an influence he had on me—not only as a writer, but as a role model for how to live a good life.

    Jeff Zaslow never got the chance to give his last 18. I don't know what he would have 19, but I know how he would have made you 20 during the talk. He would have amused you with humor and encouraged you to seek for the most meaningful moments in life.

The sandwich man

    Michael rises every morning at 4:00, in good and bad weather, and walks into his sandwich shop. By 5:50, he's making the rounds of the shelters on Centre Streets. He 1 out 200 sandwiches to the homeless, before beginning his workday.

    It started 20 years ago when Michael came across a homeless man named John. He began to help him 2 effort then. Day after day, he brought John some food and, when it was really 3, a resting place in his car while he worked. Once he asked John if he wanted to get cleaned up. It was a(n) 4 offer, because Michael thought John would refuse. 5, John said, "Are you going to wash me?" Michael knew that he was looking at a 6 of his promise. It was at the moment that Michael 7 to help the homeless.

    Michael began his work. He received no sponsorship, saying, "I'm not getting media 8. I just want to do some good in my way. There are days when it's snowing, and I have a hard time leaving my warm bed and the 9 of my family to go downtown with sandwiches. But I've 10."

    Michael makes 200 sandwiches every day for the past 20 years. "I don't simply 11 the sandwiches on a table for the homeless to pick up. I shake their hands and 12 them a good day " says Michael. Once Mayor (市长) Koch came to make the rounds with him. They 13 the media, and it seemed like it was just the two of them. But of all Michael's 14, working side by side with the Mayor was not as important as working next to someone else…

    A man had 15 from the sandwich takers, and Michael thought about him from time to time. He hoped the man had moved on to a more 16 environment. One day, the man came back, greeting Michael and 17 sandwiches of his own to hand out. He said Michael's daily food, warm handshakes and wishes had given him the 18 he badly needed. After achieving some success, he decided to do the same thing as Michael.

    The moment needed no 19. The two men worked silently, side by side, handing out their sandwiches. It was another day on Centre Streets, but a day with just a little more 20.

    A woman in her sixties lived alone in her little cottage with a pear tree at her door. She spent all her time taking care of the tree. But the children nearby drove her 1 by making fun of her. They would climb her tree and then run away with pears, 2 "Aunty Misery" at her.

    One evening, a passer-by asked to 3 for the night. Seeing that he had an 4 face, she let him in and gave him a nice 5. The next morning the stranger, actually a sorcerer (巫师), thanked her by granting (允准) her 6 that anyone who climbed up her tree 7 not be able to come back down until she 8 it.

    When the children came back to steal her 9, she had them stuck on the tree. They had to beg her long 10 she gave the tree permission to let 11 go. Aunty Misery was free from the 12 at last.

    One day another man 13 her door. This one did not look trustworthy to her, 14 she asked who he was. "I am Death. I've come to take you 15 me," said he.

    Thinking fast Aunty Misery said, "Fine, but I'd like to 16 some pears from my pear tree to remember the 17 it brought to me in this life. But I am too 18 to climb high to get the best fruit. Will you be so 19 as to do it for me?" With a deep sigh, Mr. Death climbed up the tree 20 and was immediately stuck to it. No matter how much he warned or begged, Aunty Misery would not allow the tree to let Death go.

When I was three, I was inseparable from my parents. Where they went I went, always reaching out for their hands to ensure their1.

As we2 my preschool for the first time, my hands tightly3 my parents'. We walked past the 4 sign out front which read "Welcome to the Lakeschool!", up the stairs and through the front door. I was happy and5– what could this new place be? Soon enough, however, I was introduced to my teachers and as they warmly6 me, they separated my hands from my parents' hands. As we progressed across the room, my parents7 broke away from our little group and went a8 way. They seemed, in fact, to be heading toward the door. When I realized what was happening, I9 to run after them, only to be held back by my teachers. My small face contorted (变形) and tears began to flood my cheeks. My mouth opened and a desperate10 escaped, loud enough for my parents, who were now outside, to11. I stared at them, pressed up against the12. But soon another little girl13. She wrapped her14 around me until I stopped crying. Then she took my hand and led me away from the window. My parents breathed a sigh of15.

The girl was Helen, and from that moment on we were best friends.