I was going through my son Matthew's backpack when I saw an envelope in the bottom of it. Immediately, I knew it was a “thank you” card from one of his 1. Totally not necessary since my Christmas gifts to them are my way of saying, “Thank you”. I2I read it quickly. And then I stopped.

    I 3 the card and read it again. One word caught my attention. “I love working with our Matthew.” One word. Our. That one word 4 the meaning of the sentence for me. If she had written “I love working with Matthew”, I would know that she loves working with my son5 by adding that one word, “our”, it meant “I love working with this boy who 6 here, is accepted here and we all take responsibility for caring for.”

I 7 knew this, of course, seeing a blog I wrote previously, but it's always good to be8. In that blog post I mentioned ten reasons why his 9 is the right place for him. Since that blog we have had his IEP (Individualized Education Program) meeting, where I was 10 of that feeling again. In that meeting, someone 11 “Everyone loves Matthew. We all love Matthew”. And it was genuine and12. As we went around the room and the staff 13 us on information about Matthew, it was apparent that it went way beyond sharing what he is doing 14and behaviorally. Each person had a unique little 15 to tell about Matthew. Stories that show that they really know who Matthew is and that they 16 him.

    In fact just today I had written a note in his communication book that it was 17 Matthew to see new snow and not be able to play in it. Later in the day I got an email and a picture of Matthew 18 with snow in a big container inside the school.

As I was reflecting on this, I realized that as a family we are really lucky 19 school isn't the only place where they think of him as “our Matthew”. It 20 to other parts of our lives as well — our friends, our family, our neighborhood, and our church.

    Mrs. Jones was over eighty, but she still drove her old car like a woman half her age. She loved driving very fast, and was proud of the fact1she had never, in her thirty-five years of driving, been punished2a driving offence(犯规).

    Then one day she nearly3her record. A police car4her, and the policemen in it saw her5a red light without stopping. Of course, she was stopped. It seemed6that she would be punished.

    7Mrs. Jones came up to the judge, he looked at her seriously and said that she was8old to drive a car, and that the9why she had not stopped at the red10was most probably that her eyes had become weak11old age, so that she had simply not seen it.

    When the judge had finished what he was12, Mrs. Jones opened the big handbag she was13and took out her sewing. Without saying a word, she14a needle(针) with a very small eye, and threaded it at her first attempt. When she had15done this, she took the thread out of the needle again and handed16the needle and the thread to the judge, saying, "Now it is your17. I suppose you drive a car, and that you are quite sure about your own eyesight." The judge took the18and tried to thread it. After half a dozen tries, he had still not succeeded. The case(案例) against Mrs. Jones was19, and her record20unbroken.

    A lot happened to me while I lived on Thirteenth Street. I 1 school at Miss Marie Purkins' School for Little Folks kindergarten which I loved until I broke my leg one day 2  rope. And it wasn't3  a moving rope. One of the rope ends in the playground was tied to a tree, the other end to a swing set. The kids would  4  on one side and take turns running and jumping over it. All the other kids5 the rope.

    But I had no6I was a little short and fat anyway, and I was so slow that I was once the only kid at an Easter egg hunt who didn't get a7egg, not because I couldn't find them but because I couldn't get to them 8enough. On the day I tried to jump rope but I was wearing cowboy boots to school. Like a fool I didn't9the boots to jump. My heel 10  on the rope, so I turned, fell and hurt my leg. I lay in11on the ground for several minutes while Daddy12over from his company to get me.

    I had broken my leg above the knee, and13I was growing so fast, the doctor was 14to put me in a cast up to my hip.  15  he made a hole through my ankle, pushed a stainless steel bar through it. And then he 16 it to a stainless steel horseshoe, and 17 my leg up in the air over my hospital bed. For two months, I had been lying on my 18 feeling both foolish, waiting to return to my19 . I missed my playmates so much.

    After I got out of the hospital, my folks bought me a bicycle,20I never lost my fear of riding without the training wheels. No wonder people say, "Once bitten, twice shy."

    When my aunt, Holly, was 15 years old, she suffered from MS, a disease that attacks the central nervous system. What is scary is that it is not clear what causes MS or when it will1.When it first struck Holly, she had just finished her political science degree and held an admirable2.Her leg weakened, and she3that she felt like she was a little child again, relearning to4. We kept our fingers crossed so that by5her legs regularly, she could return to normal. But soon, she lost both her job and her long-time boyfriend.

    The girl6happy and active, became moody and quiet7to go out because her hands8so much when she held anything. It is a completely9feeling to watch a healthy relative take a turn for the10 But we, the whole extended family, all held on11Holly's illness. Instead of going golfing every week, Grand father worked around the house. Grandmother, almost 70, continued to work to help pay12bills. My parents remained13all the time through my aunt's worst mood changes. Even my sister and I were there just for her14.

    The hardest part was the feeling that Holly was unable to15anything we did for her, complaining about everything and everybody. Finally came the day when we saw her16when we all went to cheer her on in the annual MS walkathon(a walk that MS patients take to recover). Despite the freezing wind, I17the rest of my family. When the walk was over, Holly 18introduced my sister and me to her friends who had come along to support her, I was able to see how just a little care can mean more than physical 19.

    Most importantly, I have learned through this whole20with my family that, whatever we have to suffer, we have a wonderful support group around us that will always catch us before any of us falls.

    On some special occasions in your life,you may find yourself faced with various choices.You've probably been asked what you would do if you found a leather1full of cash.Would you keep it,turn it in to the police or ask for a 2?Woralop,a tramp from Thailand,only had 9 baht（铢）to his name when he found it with 20,000 baht and several credit3in it.

    It was more than4to buy him food and even a place to stay for weeks.5he didn't think about keeping it. He ran after the owner to6it,after seeing him7it by mistake.He wasn't able to run fast enough to8the man, so he went straight to the nearest police station to9it over.

    The owner,Nity,hadn't even10he had lost things of his own when the police called to tell him they had it. When he learned that a11man had turned it in and saw that all the money and the cards were still inside,he was more than12The owner admitted that if he had no money he probably would have kept it.What a(n)13person Woralop was!

    Although he14gave Woralop a 2,000 baht,Nity later decided to also15the man a job at his factory in Bangkok.As a matter of fact,Woralop was more than happy to16it.It comes with a 11,000 baht17and good accommodation.

    The social media has already started posting18of Woralop at his new job.Woralop is such a good example that being friendly really does19When you're20to others,others have the same way that you treat them.

    During my second year in high school, I got sick and missed a few days. When I1, I was greeted with two essays due, three days of math and history homework, plus several tests.2I went home from school that day exhausted, I had to stay up really late to finish them all.

    The next day at school, I got a rude awakening: I'd totally forgotten to prepare for the3on Romeo and Juliet, which I'd take4my lunch hour! Worse still, I had5the in-class discussion and all the notes. When lunch came, I went to the English room to face my certain doom(厄运). All I could do was try to6on the questions I didn't know.

    As it turned out, I didn't know the majority of the questions. I was just about to give7when my pencil accidentally fell and broke. Standing by the blackboard sharpening my pencil, I8down and there in full view lay the answer sheet for the test! What good fortune! I can kiss good-bye to all my9of failing the test! My heart started beating, and my brain10, Yes! Read over the answers—quickly! This was quickly followed by another voice, No! You'll get caught! My mind turning back and forth, Yes! No! Yes! No! …This went on for ten of the11seconds in my entire life.

    Finally, I decided to finish the test on my own, without12! I was satisfied with my decision but pretty13I had failed the test.

    The next day when I walked into the English room, my great joy of having been an14soul changed into a wave of doom as I saw my test paper lying face down on my desk. I knew what awaited me. I stared at it a few seconds before I got up the15to turn it over.

    You can only imagine my16when I learned that I had passed the test! I have never in my whole life been so happy to see my17, a C-.

    My mom says the victories that18the most courage are won within. Now I know19what she means. Now not only can my conscience(良心) rest easy, but I don't have to worry about getting caught and meeting a sad20like Romeo and Juliet.