Last Friday when Jose Rodriguez , a 5-year-old white boy, asked his mother Lydia Rodriguez if he could get his blonde hair cut like his black friend Reddy's, and of course his mother agreed. For a very1reason the two pre-school friends decided to2 their teacher with matching haircuts.

    Jose3that if he and Reddy had the same haircut, no one would be able to4 them. Reddy apparently thought this trick was5as well.

    “It is just two6 boys. Obviously, they see they are different colors, they just don't care. It is not7, Rodriguez said. She sees Jose's inability to see a8 between himself and his friend as a parenting win. “I just taught him to9everyone the same,” she said.

    The teacher played along and10she was talking to Jose when Reddy arrived before Jose, he told the teacher and his11he was Jose.

    On Monday, Rodriguez 12the story on the Facebook.78,000 people 13 it and the story has gone viral（疯传）. On the post she wrote: “If this isn't proof that14and prejudice is something that is15 , I don't know what is. Their16 is the only difference Jose sees in the two of them. Though Jose loves17himself on TV and the Internet, he remains unsure why his haircut became such a big18 .

    “He still has no idea why people19so much”, Rodriguez said. “He wanted to20Reddy and now he thinks they look the same.”

    Having been walking in the snow for 2 hours, Little Buddy was really tired and frustrated. The way home seemed 1 each step a struggle. For all every little distance that Buddy gained, he seemed to fall back even further, pushed by the rising wind and his own 2. When Buddy had to go uphill, he looked with 3 at the long distance remaining and thought he wasn't going to make it. His legs had been 4 through almost-waist-high snow for hours, and all the wanted to do was to 5 this terrible journey and close his eyes.

    Suddenly, there was someone 6 him. A large man was looking down at Buddy, smiling at him.7Buddy should have heard the sound of the man's boots crunching（使……发出嘎吱嘎吱声）the snow 8 he'd walked up from behind. But, there hadn't been a 9.

    Buddy 10 the stranger. Who was he? There was a scarf hiding most of his face, but 11 Buddy felt no fear of him. The man said nothing. He 12 picked Buddy up, lifted him over his head, set Buddy on his 13 and began to walk.

    As they 14the house where Buddy lived, the stranger 15 and looked Buddy in the eye. Buddy 16and the man silently lowered his head and helped Buddy 17 of his shoulders. Buddy was so happy that he immediately knocked at the door. When Buddy 18 the man and wanted to thank him, he had already 19. Buddy could only see footprints in the snow and a dim（模糊的）20 of his back.

    I used to believe in the American Dream, which meant a job, a mortgage (按揭), credit cards, and success. I wanted it and worked toward it like everyone else, all of us 1 chasing the same thing.

    One year, through a series of unhappy events, it all fell 2. I found myself homeless and 3. I had my truck and $ 56. I 4 the countryside for some place I could rent for the 5 possible amount. I came upon a shabby house four miles up a winding mountain road over the Potomac River in West Virginia. It was 6, full of broken glass and rubbish. I found the owner, rented it, and 7 a corner to camp in.

    The locals knew nothing about me, 8 slowly, they started teaching me the 9 of being a neighbor. They dropped off blankets, candles, and tools, and began sticking around to 10. They started to teach me a belief in a 11 American Dream – not the one of individual achievement but of 12 .

    What I had believed in, all those things I thought were 13for a civilized life, were nonexistent in this place. Up on the 14 , my most valuable possessions were my 15 with my neighbors.

    Four years later, I moved back into 16. I saw many people were having a really hard time, 17 their jobs and homes. I managed to rent a big enough house to 18 a handful of people. There are four of us now in the house, but over time I've had nine people come in and move on to other places. We'd all be in 19 if we hadn't banded together.

    The American Dream I believe in now is a shared one. It's not so much about what I can get for myself; it's about 20 we can all survive together.

Overcome the Fear for Your Dream

    I stood nervously behind the red curtain and glanced out across the stage. A girl about my age sat at a piano; I could see her fingertips moving over the black and white keys in front of her. The beautiful melody (旋律) was so relaxing, 1 my body tensed with anxiety.

    My body 2 when the girl stood up from the bench. It was finally my turn. A part of me wanted to run home and 3 under my bed, but I knew I had chosen to 4. When the girl onstage walked toward me, I could hear my heart beating 5. The girl had a proud smile on her face and when she passed me, I heard her say “Good 6”!

    “Well, here goes nothing.” I said to myself.

    I stepped onto the 7 and walked slowly toward the piano. The bright lights nearly 8 me, making it difficult to see the audience. When I reached the 9, I automatically slid onto the bench into position. The sounds of whispering and people walking around gave way to complete silence. I stared at my 10 fingers and for a moment my mind went 11. Closing my eyes, I imagined the music sitting in front of me and tried to recall every tiny detail.

    Finally, I took a deep breath and began to play Beethoven's Moonlight sonata（协奏曲）. The rich tones of the piano rang out. One by one, each muscle in my body loosened and relaxed. I sat on the bench and my 12 danced over the row of black and white keys as if they had a mind of their own.

    All the practice and 13 I put in for six months showed this was what my teacher was pushing for. I tried to 14 all the things she reminded me to do. “Keep your wrists up, relax your arms, don't raise your shoulders… ” I remembered feeling slightly annoyed hearing these things continuously, but I never realized until now how it really 15.

    When I reached the end of the piece, the audience started 16. I rose from the bench and gave a deep bow. A proud smile 17 up my face. Inside I felt 18 that it was over and that I had done so well. As the applause died down, I turned and walked to the other side of the stage. I saw a young boy standing nervously behind the red curtains staring 19out at the stage. When I walked by, I passed to him the two words that were given to me for20: Good luck!

    Mrs. Hudson walked into the classroom with a girl limping (瘸着走) behind her. She introduced, "This is Margaret. She just moved here from Florida. Let's 1 her." The teacher guided her 2 to a front seat, then bent over and 3 something in her ear. Finishing explaining the math problems, Mrs. Hudson 4,"Milk- break time. See you in ten minutes."

    Boys 5first. "Today, let's meet at the far end of the sidewalk. And make sure the new girl doesn't follow us!" I said. After a while, I came back to the 6. I wanted to find out if Mrs. Hudson liked my book report. With her usual big smile, she began, "Jack, you are a good 7." Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I was a little 8 that Mrs. Hudson liked me so much. Her 9 let me know how much she appreciated having me around. My teacher 10 in her quiet voice. "That's 11 I am sure you will invite Margaret to play with you today." Her 12 words sounded like frozen knives aiming at my heart. Could she 13 suspect what we had been saying about Margaret? Could she know how 14 I was?

    Then I managed to 15 Margaret in our group. While many school memories have 16 over the years, the 17 Mrs. Hudson taught me has stayed with me. Mrs. Hudson gently guided me, 18 me to do the right thing. She believed in me, and 19 what she did, I rose to the level of her 20, both for Margaret long ago and even later in my choice of career.

    A 35-year-old Australian mother makes around $58,000 a year by hugging total strangers. Jessica O'Neill started her 1 job six months ago. "As human beings, one thing we often 2 in our daily lives is physical touch. Without it, we can fall into depression and other mental health problems. To satisfy this 3, I've become a professional worker in hugging treatment," said Jessica.

    Jessica claims that her hugs can 4 those who are suffering from loneliness, depression, or low self-confidence. Originally, Jessica was a masseuse (女按摩师), a quite 5 profession. She notices that when she 6 her customers during treatments, they dropped their guards and 7 her more. "I could see their 8 melt away. Then I could get to their heart and do what I can to 9 them," Jessica said. "Everyone has a totally different story. But the most common 10 are loneliness, depression and anxiety. They all just have that desire to 11 with someone. I believe my hug helps me and my 12 connect on a spiritual level."

    Jessica says the majority of her customers are 13, but she has a surprising number of female customers14Despite many people thinking she must be 15 for doing such work, Jessica is confident that she's made the right 16 "It's so much more rewarding than just working as a masseuse. I feel like it's what I was put on this Earth 17," said Jessica. In today's digital age, many people are lonelier than ever before. For people whose lives 18 physical interaction, hugging therapy can have an apparent effect on their mental health."

    "Interestingly, although the hugging 19 has been around for a short while, we've actually covered several 20 businesses in the last few years."