My brother, Mark, died in a traffic accident four years ago. He was my big brother and 1 looked after me. I am 2today for all of the special times we had as running partners, and times 3 driving to different races, where we had so many 4 about life in general. I 5 these talks terribly at this time of the year.

   6, I am so happy he shared with me the 7of his faith. He was always so 8 to people, and I had been with him many times 9 we pulled over to help someone in need,10 a smile and helping them get back on the road. So I was not 11 when he told me of the time when he was 12 in college. It was the end of the month. To make matters worse, it was Friday and he had no  13 in his pocket for the weekend. Pay day was Monday and he had no gas money to get home to  14my dad and no money to buy food but he had faith that helping others 15helping yourself.

On his way home from classes that day, as he was driving along, he noticed a guy ahead of him  16 his lumber (木材) all over the road as he turned the corner. Mark 17 right over and helped him load the lumber back into his truck. The guy was so thankful and 18 his hand to Mark, and in it was one hundred dollars. Mark couldn't believe his 19. He told him that was unnecessary but the man 20 and off he drove.

    I still think of Mark sitting there telling me that story, with tears in his eyes, and how faithful he was.

    Lana sat next to Grandma. She enjoyed looking at the old photo album. "Who is this?" she asked, 1 at a picture. It was of a small girl with a wild 2. She had a big gap (豁口) between her front teeth.

    "That is your mother when she was about your 3. We thought her front teeth would never come," said Grandma.

    Lana laughed. "She 4 funny with those teeth 5."

    "Yes, she did," smiled Grandma.

    "Did the tooth fairy take her teeth too?" asked Lana.

    "We liked to pretend she did," said Grandma. "She put the 6 under her pillow and went to sleep. The next morning there would be a coin in that place."

    "What really 7to the teeth?" asked Lana.

    "Well," said Grandma. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I kept 8."

    "You did?" asked Lana. "Why?"

    "They helped remind 9 of your mother and her sisters10they were growing up," said Grandma.

    "Do you 11 have them?" asked Lana.

    "I have not 12 of them for a long time," said Grandma. "I would have to 13."

    Lana jumped 14 from her chair. "Can we look now?"

    Grandma 15 and led her to the kitchen. She 16 one of the upper cabinets and began to 17. She pulled out a box of bandages and many bottles of medicine. There was even a jar of seeds.

    "I do not think they are here," she began to say. "No, wait. Here they are!" Grandma 18the bottle in the air and the teeth clinked inside.

    They 19 at the kitchen table. Grandma poured out the 20 onto a plate.

    It was my first night in my college dorm room. A couple of months ago, I was prepared for finals, 1, and the day I would keep my promise 2 out as soon as I had the chance. I 3used threat when I was angry or couldn't get my way. 4my parents just grinned.

    Now I 5 watching TV programs with my parents. I missed the time my parents spent with me. I missed the home videos I 6with my brother and sister. Now, those moments are only memories.

    Sitting at my desk with my laptop open, I7an e-mail to a radio station my mom listens to every morning before work. I 8a special song called Don't Forget to Remember.

    The next morning, my mom got out of bed and 9the radio as usual. She was amazed by the speakers10. You know how 11I was weeks ago because I sent my little girl to school for the first time? A college student 12 us and said that she misses her parents and13they have done for her. She also chose a special song in14of them. So we want to thank Cindy for that e-mail, 15it really eased my worry about my little girl growing up and 16about things parents do for them.

    The song began to play while my mom ran over to my dad and 17him up. "Honey! Did you hear that? Was that our Cindy? Our daughter who couldn't wait to 18home?" My dad, just barely opening his eyes, replied with, "If it is, that is very 19of her.”

    I got a call from my mom that night. I was so excited to tell her that I20my first day of college and we talked for about an hour. Just when we were about to say our goodbyes, I added one last plea: "Mom, don't forget to remember me.”

    One afternoon, I went to pick up my mother from work. 1, I looked outside the car window, there was a small park 2 I saw a little boy running freely on the grass as his mother watched from a short distance. The boy would then fall to the grass, 3 , and without hesitation or without looking back at his mother, run as fast as he could, again, still with a smile on his face, 4 nothing happened.

    When they fall down, kids don't 5 their falling down as a failure, but 6, they treat it as a learning experience, 7 just another result of outcome. They try and try again 8 they succeed. They haven't associated “falling down” with the word "9" yet, thus they don't know how to feel the state which accompanies failure. So they don't 10. Plus, they probably think to themselves that it's perfectly okay to fall down, and that it's not 11to do so. In other words, they give themselves 12 to make mistakes, subconsciously.

    While I was13by the boy's persistence, I was equally touched by the 14 in which he ran. With each attempt, he looked so confident… so natural. His only aim was to run freely and to do it as effectively as he could. He was just being a child—just being himself—being completely in the moment. He was not looking for approval or was not worrying about15 someone was watching. He wasn't 16 about being judged. He didn't seem to be bothered by 17 that maybe someone would see him fall. No, what 18 to him was to accomplish the task or activity 19 to the best of his ability.

    I learned a lot from that 20 and experience, and have successfully brought that lesson with me in my life.

    The room in the workhouse where the boys were fed was a large stone hall. At one end the master, in his cook's uniform, and two women served the food. This 1 a bowl of thin soup three times a day, with a piece of bread on Sundays. The boys ate 2 and were always hungry. The bowls never needed 3. The boys polished them with their spoons until they 4. After three months of this slow starvation, one of the boys told the others that so hungry was he 5 one night he might eat the 6 sleeping next to him. He had a wild 7 eye, and the other boys 8 him. After a long 9, they decided that one of them should ask for more food after supper that evening, and Oliver was 10.

    The evening arrived: the soup was served, and the bowls were 11 again in a few seconds. Oliver went up to the master, with his bowl in his hand. He felt very 12, but also 13 with hunger.

    "Please, sir, I want some more."

    The master was a fat, healthy man, but he turned very pale. He looked at the little boy in front of him with 14. Nobody else spoke.

    "What?" he asked at last, in a 15 voice.

    "Please, sir," replied Oliver, "I want some more."

    The master 16 him with the serving spoon, then seized Oliver's arms and 17 for the beadle (执事). The beadle came quickly, heard the terrible news, and immediately ran to tell the board.

    "He asked for me?" Mr. Limbkins, the fattest board member, asked in 18. "Is this really true?"

    19, Oliver was led away to be locked up, and a(n) 20 of five pounds was offered to anybody who would take him away and use him for work.

(Adapted from Oliver Twist《雾都孤儿》)

Another person's enthusiasm was what set me moving toward the success I have achieved. That person was my stepmother.

I was nine years old when she entered our home in rural Virginia. My father1me to her with these words: "I would like you to meet the fellow who is2for being the worst boy in this county and will probably start throwing rocks at you no3 than tomorrow morning."

My stepmother walked over to me, 4my head slightly upward, and looked me right in the eye. Then she looked at my father and replied," You are5This is not the worst boy at all, 6the smartest one who hasn't yet found an outlet(释放的途径) for his enthusiasm."

That statement began a(n)7between us. No one had ever called me smart. My family and neighbors had built me up in my8as a bad boy. My stepmother changed all that.

She changed many things. She9my father to go to a dental school, from which he graduated with honors. She moved our family into the county seat, where my father's career could be more10and my brother and I could be better11.

When I turned fourteen, she bought me a secondhand12and told me that she believed that I could become a writer. I knew her enthusiasm, I13 it, and I saw how it had already improved our lives. I accepted her14 and began to write for local newspapers. I was doing the same kind of15that great day I went to interview Andrew Camegie and received the task which became my life's work later. I wasn't the16beneficiary(受益者). My father became the17 man in town. My brother and stepbrothers became a physician, a dentist, a lawyer, and a college president.

What power18has! When that power is released to support the certainty of one's purpose and is19 strengthened by faith, it becomes an irresistible(不可抗拒的) force which poverty and temporary defeat can never20.

You can communicate that power to anyone who needs it. This is probably the greatest work you can do with your enthusiasm.