I still remember the day when I was driving to the supermarket I own. When I came out, I found a boy 1 my car with a brush. I went over and patted him 2 the shoulder, which surprised him very much. In no time he began to 3 at me. So I was sure he 4 some money. From the shoes he was wearing I could hardly imagine how 5he was. So I offered him a $100 bill. To my great surprise, he 6to take it. When I was wondering what he was doing, he said” I was waiting here for 4 hours, waiting for you. Your 7is so beautiful and I like it, but I don't need that. “I knew he was mentioning the 8.

    As he had refused the money, I offered to drive him around the town. The boy became so 9that he got into the car at once, “Would you please drive me10? It is only about 3 miles.” What the boy wanted to do was to show off to his friends and his family.11 I stopped, he jumped out and ran into an old building, telling me to wait there for some time. Very soon he came out, saying to a little girl on his back, “Look at this beautiful car. I will buy you 12someday.”

    I noticed his sister had a pale face.13 her legs were too thin, and she was unable to 14.

    After that day I went to his home several times. And I got to know more about him and his 15 Poor as they were, the boy 16refused my money, and said, “I can 17money by myself, thank you.”

    Soon I 18my manager of the supermarket that a boy would go to 19here the next day.

    No matter how poor we are, we will 20 give in to ourselves.

    8-year-old Jiang Tianjian was eating his regular breakfast of rice noodles with his mother on a Sunday. There's nothing unusual about that 1 the way the boy was holding his chopsticks－in between his 2.

    Jiang was born in 2009 without any arms. When his mother, Li Hongmei, was pregnant (怀孕), all of the five prenatal ultrasounds (超声检查) she had 3 that nothing was wrong. Soon after Jiang was born, 4, a nurse came into the room with a 5 look on her face, informing Li that her son didn't have any arms. Despite the fact that some of her family suggested it be best to 6 the boy, Li determined that she would 7 herself to helping her son. From the time he was 18 months old, Jiang has been8 how to do everything with his feet and now he has the 9 to write Chinese characters, solve math problems, draw pictures, play games on his cell phone and 10 do jigsaw puzzles using just his feet.

    According to the class monitor, Jiang was sometimes laughed at because of his 11, but she said the majority of the classmates had 12 on him, playing with him and helping him go to the toilet. Chen Xiuhua, Jiang's head teacher, said he 13 on top. The 52-year-old said she had never seen 14 severely disabled student and 15 that she was worried when she learned that Jiang would be joining her class. But the boy 16 himself from the moment the two met, bowing and greeting Chen with a confident “hello, teacher”. He was excellent 17, scoring full marks in Chinese and math in the midterm exams－the 18 student in his class to do so.

    Unavoidably, life throws a lemon to us which makes us sour and heartbroken. Don't let it 19 you down. All the hard work will20, and Li hopes he will continue to develop his talent in other aspects.

    No one is born a winner. People make themselves into winners by their own 1.

    I learned this lesson from a(n) 2many years ago. I took the head 3 job at a school in Baxley, Georgia. It was a small school with a weak football program.

    It was a tradition for the school's old team to play against the 4 team at the end of spring practice. The old team had no coach, and they didn't even practice to 5 the game. Being the coach of the new team, I was excited because I knew we were going to win, but to my disappointment we were defeated. I couldn't 6 I had got into such a situation. Thinking hard about it, I came to 7 that my team might not be the number one team in Georgia, but they were 8 me. I had to change my 9 about their ability and potential.

    I started doing anything I could to help them build a little 10. Most important, I began to treat them like 11. That summer, when the other teams enjoyed their 12, we met every day and 13 passing and kicking the football.

    Six months after suffering our 14 on the spring practice field, we won our first game and our second, and continued to 15. Finally, we faced the number one team in the state. I felt that it would be a 16 for us even if we lost the game. But that wasn't what happened. My boys beat the best team in Georgia, giving me one of the greatest 17 of my life!

    From the experience I learned a lot about how the attitude of the leader can 18 the members of a team. Instead of seeing my boys as losers, I pushed and 19 them. I helped them to see themselves 20, and they built themselves into winners.

    Winners are made, not born.

    John's parents acquired the washer when he was a small boy. It happened during World War Ⅱ. His family never 1 a washing machine and, since gasoline was expensive, they could not 2 trips to the laundry several miles away. Keeping clothes 3 became a problem for young John's household.

    A family friend joined the army, and his wife 4 to go with him. John's family 5 to store their furniture while they were away. To the family's 6, the friend suggested they use their Bendix. So this is how they 7 the washer.

    Young John helped with the washing, and across the years he 8 a love for the old, green Bendix. But 9 the war ended. When the friends came to take it back, John grew terribly 10. His mother 11 him and said. "You must remember, that machine 12 belonged to us in the first place. That we ever got to use it at all was a gift. So, instead of being mad at it being taken 13, let's use this 14 to be grateful that we had it at all."

    The lesson turned out 15. Years later, John watched his eight-year-old daughter die a slow and painful death of leukemia (白血病). Though he 16 for months with her death, John could not begin getting over from the 17 until he remembered the old Bendix.

    His daughter was a 18. When he realized the simple fact, everything changed. He could now begin recovering from the death of his daughter. He started to see her as a marvelous gift that he was fortunate enough to 19 for a time. He felt 20. He found strength and recovery. He knew he could get through the valley of loss.

    It was the last day of the final examination in a large eastern university. On the steps of one building, a group of engineering seniors gathered, discussing the exam due to begin in a few 1. On their faces was confidence. This was their last exam before they went on to 2and jobs.

    Some talked of jobs they already had; others talked of jobs they 3get. With all this assurance(确信，自信） of four years of college, they felt ready and able to take 4of the world.

    The approaching exam, they knew, would be a(n) 5task, because the professor had said they could bring 6books or notes they wanted, requesting only that they did not 7each other during the test.

    After they entered the classroom8, the professor passed out the papers. And smiles9on the students' faces as they noted there were only five essay-type questions.

    Three hours had passed 10the professor began to collect the papers. The students no longer looked confident. On their faces was a frightened expression. Papers in hand, no one spoke as the professor faced the class.

    He looked at the11 faces before him, and then asked, "How many completed all five questions?"12a hand was raised.

    "How many answered four?" Still no hands.

    "Three? Two?" The students moved restlessly(不安地) in their seats.

    "One, then? Certainly somebody finished 13."But the class remained silent.

    The professor put down the papers. "That is exactly what I 14," he said. "I just want to impress upon you that, 15you have completed four years of engineering, there are still many things about the 16you don't know. These questions you couldn't answer are relatively 17 in everyday practice." Then smiling, he added, "You will all 18this course, but remember — even if you are now college graduates, your education has just 19."

    The years have 20the name of this professor, but not the lesson he taught.

    "Paul must have been trying to carry his waste paper to garbage can and dropped a few pieces." I1, picking them up.2later I found more pieces. No quiet sighing this time. I3, "Who is throwing garbage?" No answer. Instead, I saw more bits of paper4floating down from upstairs. Looking up. I saw my seven-year-old son, Paul.

    "Stop making a mess." "It's not a mess. They're5." "Sorry, what did you say?" I hadn't heard him clearly.

    He didn't answer me. Paul has autism (自闭症) and6answers a question, especially when he's7attentively on something else. He ran down the stairs. "Where are my other butterflies he asked,8around. Every time Paul9five or more words together, my heart says a10of thanks. But lately he seems to11that the benefits of forming complete sentences when communicating are12of the effort.

    Butterflies. Of course. I rushed to13them from the garbage,14them off and handed them to my young artist "Want to see them15again?" he asked with a shy smile. "Oh yes! They're beautiful." I whispered. He ran back upstairs to float his16down again. They really did look like beautiful butterflies.

    That day Paul17me to look up at18instead of down at garbage. How many other masterpieces (杰作) do I miss because I'm too caught up in my19to take time to appreciate what's right in front of me? Life is not what happens to us. It's20we look at it Now, I look up.