There is a well-known story about a farmer1 found an eagle(鹰) egg. The story reminds us of the importance of developing our full potential(潜力).

    One day, a hardworking 2 found an eagle's egg lying on the ground of his farm. He was in a hurry 3 he paid no attention to it and 4placed it together with all the chicken eggs. After several days, the egg hatched(孵化）and the little eagle 5 into the world.

    The eagle thought he was 6 same as the other chickens, 7 the eagle pecked(啄食）and dug for worms. He ran about and sometimes jumped around, flying a few 8 in the air like the chickens. Over the years, the eagle grew old and tired. One day he saw a splendid bird 9 overhead, and asked, “ 10 is that?” “That's the king of the 11— the bald eagle,” replied a chicken. “The sky is her home. We're chickens -- our home is 12 the farm.”

    And so the eagle lived and died 13 a chicken, for that's what he believed he was.

    Are you an eagle tha 14 like a chicken? 15 , many people have great talents bu 16 bring them to use. Actually, we 17 make our talents take off by developing our character strengths. Suppose there was a young man who 18 in the world. He asked questions about his environment, explored new neighborhoods where he lived, and soon he mentally mapped out the city he lived in. He used his curiosity to make the 19 of his talents for spatial(空间的）intelligence.

    When we use our character strengths, we will 20 that we are eagles.

    “I have a letter for you,” my friend Kirsten told me on the phone. “I think it's from your mother.” I was 1 since my mother had been 2 for seven years.

    A few weeks later Kirsten handed me the 3 dated Aug. 30, 2002. Around then I was preparing for my pilot course's final exam at the 4 school. The students finished the training on5 days.

    I was the first to6. My mother's letter 7after I left. Kirsten picked it up from my mail-box, to keep8 she next saw me9 a few days later, when it was her turn to leave, she 10the letter among the piles of papers she11 packed into boxes. It12there for a decade, during which my mother died. In 2013, when Kirsten 13 some dusty belongings from her flying school days, she 14the letter.

    It's been two years since Kirsten gave me the letter which I've carried on my long flights. But I haven't15 it yet. When I told some friends this, they 16their heads. They said they wouldn't have been able to wait a second. Of course, I17How could I not? -about her 18 in the envelope. Surely, I think, she had written to wish me luck, ask about my life and tell me the news from 19to make me at ease. However, for now it's20 to look at her handwriting on the envelope, and to remember that until I open it, I know I'll hear from her once more.

    One cool morning, my mother and I went to several garage sales  (宅前旧货出售) to find something that our family might want. We finally 1at a pleasant house in the woods. The elderly 2 told me that he and his wife were retired (退休的) teachers. As we were searching, I heard the gentleman's wife say her    3to someone, and I immediately  4 who she was. She looked at me and said. "You're Lisa Miller." I looked at her 5, for it had been nearly thirty  6since I had been in her class.

    My mother immediately said sorry to her for any 7I might have made. She did that again after learning that I wasn't the sweet little child. She thought that if this woman 8 me after so many years, I must have done something 9. My teacher looked at my mother and 10 said. "Oh, no. She was very good." My teacher 11 that during the last week of school, I 12 her a plant from my mother's garden. It was a lamb's ear. She took us to her garden where she planted the lamb's ear. Over the years it 13. As I looked down her driveway with lamb's ears on both sides, she said, "Every day when I leave my house and drive up the driveway, I think of you. And when I come home they 14 me, I think of you."  Tears  15 my eyes. There at her home was a piece of my life that she had raised.

At that moment, she taught me more about 16than I  could imagine. We give pieces of ourselves every day 17 thought. We seldom imagine the effects (影响) that we have  on others' lives. That piece may grow and spread, becoming a(n) 18 part of a life. In the end it isn't the big things that matter, 19 the small things that make all the 20 in the world.

    Mr. Gray travelled a lot on business: He sold machines of different kinds to farmers.

    He had a big car, and usually 1 driving it long distances, but he was quite satisfied to go by 2 sometimes too, especially when the 3 was bad. He was a little afraid of driving in rain or snow, and it was 4 tiring to sit comfortably in a train and to look out of the window without being worried about how 5was going to get to the next place.

    One of Mr. Gray's problems was often 6 to stay when he reached some small place in the country. He did not 7 great comfort and wonderful food, but he found it annoying (使恼火) when he was given a cold room, and there was no hot water or food after a long and 8 day.

    Late 9 winter evening, Mr. Gray arrived at a small railway station. The 10 by train that day had not been at all interesting, and Mr. Gray was cold and tired and 11. He was looking forward to a simple 12 satisfying meal by a brightly burning fire，and then a hot bath and comfortable bed.13 he was walking to the taxi rank, he said to a local man who was also 14 there. “As this is my first visit to this 15of the country and I was in too much of a hurry to 16 about hotels before l left home, I would very much like to know17 you have here.”

    The local man answered, “We have 18 .”

    “And which would you19 me to go to?”Mr. Gray asked him.

    The local man thought for a while and then answered, “Well, it's like this: Whichever one you go to, you'll be20 you didn't go to the other.”

    With the plaster cast(石膏绷带) on my arm for weeks, I returned the hospital to have it removed.

    The doctor cut away my cast and asked me to 1 my arm. When moving it in every possible way, I was 2 by the fact that my elbow(肘) was actually fixed, which was all thanks to the doctor and made me more interested in the 3 of the doctor. I began to think that he had a secret 4 that only a few people in the world had, and I 5 what it was. From then on, I was sure that I would become a doctor 6 him one day. At the age of four, I was already 7 to discover the art of healing and share it with the world.

    As my mom and I made our way out of the hospital that day I released her hand and ran away. I wanted to 8 my experience with everyone. I found an elderly man9 from a wheelchair and ran to help him, saying, “Don't worry, Grandpa. The doctor will fix your10. Look how he fixed my arm!” I then showed him my newly 11 elbow. He gave me the biggest smile. I waved goodbye to the man and felt 12 to have shared my good fortune with someone who truly 13 it.

    Thirteen years have passed by since that day, and many things have changed. 14, I am still determined to discover the art of healing, even though I now know it is not as 15 as I originally thought. Last summer I had a chance to volunteer in 16 medical environments where I learned how to encourage patients to eat the healthy food they17, and what doctors do when a child refuses a throat swab. Each of these experiences has taught me a lot, 18 most importantly they have further promoted my interest in19. Although I have not yet discovered the art of healing, I know that every year I get 20 to it.

More than 50 years ago, my dad planted {#blank#}1{#/blank#} evergreen tree.He watered it and cared for it.A few {#blank#}2{#/blank#}(year) later, when it grew to about 3 feet tall, he placed its first set of Christmas lights on it.Thus our tradition began.Every Christmas ever since, this tree has lit up our neighborhood corner.

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