Maggie was assigned to a public school in the middle of the year, and the headmaster asked her to teach Class 4-B right away. She heard that the former teacher had 1 suddenly, but the headmaster didn't tell her 2. All he told her was that this was a class of  “3 students”.    

    First day, she walked into the classroom, spitballs (纸团) 4 through the air, feet on desks, the noise deafening. She walked to the front of the classroom and 5 the attendance book(考勤簿). Next to 20 names on the list were IQ scores: 140,141...160. “Oh,” she thought to herself, “6 they are so high-spirited. These children have exceptional IQs.” She 7 and brought them to order, 8 that she could teach such high-quality students.       

    At first Maggie found the students 9 to turn in work, and that assignments that were handed in were done 10, full of mistakes. She spoke to everyone, “ With your IQ, I  11 nothing short of (除…之外) the best work from you.”       

    The whole term Maggie continually 12 them of their responsibility to use all the extra intelligence God had given them. Things began to 13. The children worked hard. Their work was creative and excellent. At the end of the term, the headmaster 14 Maggie into his office. “What magic have you done to these kids? ” He asked 15. “Their work has surpassed (超过) all the regular classes.” “It is just 16. They're smarter than regular students! You said yourself they are special students.” Maggie was 17. “I said they are special because they are the special need students—behavioral disordered.” “Then why are their IQs so 18 on the attendance sheet?” Maggie pulled out the sheet and passed it to the headmaster. “Those aren't their IQs. Those are their locker 19 at the gym. Sorry, Ms. Maggie, your kids are not geniuses(天才).” Maggie paused a bit, and smiled, “If someone 20 himself to be a genius, he will become one. I'm teaching them as geniuses again next year.”      

    Hannah Taylor is a schoolgirl from Manitoba,Canada.One day, when she was five years old,she was walking with her mother in downtown Winnipeg.They saw a man1out of a garbage can.She asked her mother why he did that and her mother said that the man was homeless and hungry.Hannah was very2.She couldn't understand why some people had to live their lives without shelter or enough food.Hannah started to think about how she could3, but,of course,there is not a lot one five-year-old can do to solve(解决)the problem of homelessness.      

    Later ,when Hannah attended school, she saw another homeless person. It was a woman,4 an old shopping trolley（购物车）which was piled with5. It seemed that everything the woman owned was in them. This made Hannah very sad, and even more6to do something. She had been talking to her mother about the lives of homeless people7they first saw the homeless man. Her mother told her that if she did something to change the problem that made her sad, she wouldn't8as bad.

Hannah began to speak out about the homelessness in Manitoba and then in other provinces. She hoped to9her message of hope and awareness. She started the Ladybug Foundation, an organization aiming at getting rid of homelessness. She began to 10“Big Bosses” lunches, where she would try to persuade local business Leaders to 11to the cause. She also organized a fundraising(募捐)drive in “Ladybug Jars” to collect everyone's spare change during “Make Change” month. More recently, the foundation began another 12 called National Red Scarf Day——a day when people donate $20 and wear red scarves in support of Canada's 13and homeless.

    There is an emergency shelter in Winnipeg called “Hannah's Place”, something that Hannah is very14of. Hannah's Place is divided into several areas, providing shelter for people when it is so cold that15outdoors can mean death. In the more than five years since Hannah began her activities,she has received a lot of 16.  For example, she received the 2007 BRICK Award recognizing the17 of young people to change the world. But 18  all this, Hannah still has the 19 life of a Winnipeg schoolgirl, except that she pays regular visits to homeless people.

    Hannah is one of many examples of young people who are making a 20 in the world.You can,too!

    After the earthquake hit northeast Japan on March 11, 2011, many touching stories that I saw with my own eyes happened around me.

    I had to walk home since all the 1 had stopped after the quake. On my way home I 2 an old Japanese lady at the bakery shop who was giving out free bread, which made my heart 3. A middle-aged Japanese man was holding a sign that said, "Please use our 4." He was 5 his house for people to go to the restroom.

    My friend wanted to 6 others. He stood in the cold with a sign "If you are okay with a motorcycle, I will 7 you to your house." And then I saw him take one gentleman home, all the way to faraway place!

    Then the next day I drove to 8 my car with gas. There was a 9 gas now and many gasoline stations were either closed or had very 10 lines. I got 11, since I was behind 15 cars. Finally, when it was my 12, the man smiled and said, "13 this situation, we are only giving $30 worth gas per person. Is that alright?" "Of course, I'm just glad that we are all able to 14," I said. His smile gave me so much 15.

    I saw a man at the evacuation(疏散) center 16 when people brought food to him, It was the first time in three days that food has been brought to their center. However, after he wiped the tears, his next 17 surprised me. "I am very 18 that we are provided with food. But people in the city next to us haven't 19 any food at all. Please go to that centre as well." And when hearing that, I realized there is a bright future on the other side of this 20.

    My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. Dad loved to play the mandolin for his families, who enjoyed listening to his play and1the Tennessee Waltz, Hatbor nights, Silver Bells, and so on. Dad was always there,2his time and efforts to see that his family had3in their life. If he could give pleasure to others, he4especially his families. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own5I realized how much he had sacrificed.

    I 6 the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I come home on7I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. He could touch your soul with the 8 that came out of that old instrument. He seemed to 9when he was playing you could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.

    While working at Todd Steel, Dad was 10in an accident. He got the third index finger of his left hand 11 between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated12the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger13. He didn't lose enough of the finger,14it wouldn't stop him picking up anything, but it did15his ability to play the mandolin.

After the accident, Dad would make16for why he couldn't play. We wore him down and17he said "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings18I used to".19 for the family it didn't make any 20that Dad couldn't play as well.

    I stopped to watch my little girl busy playing in her room. In one hand was a plastic phone; in the other a toy broom. I listened as she was speaking to her make-believe(假想的) little friend and I'll never forget the words she said, even though it was1.

    She said, “Jane's in the corner because she's not been very 2. She didn't listen to a word I said or do the things she should.” In the corner I saw her baby doll all dressed in lace and pink. It was clear she'd been put to sit 3and think.

    My daughter continued her “4”, as I sat down on the floor. She said, “I'm all5up. I just don't know what to do with her any more. She cries whenever I have to work and wants to play 6, too. She never lets me do the things that I just have to do. She tries to help me with the dishes, but her arms just cannot7. And she doesn't know how to fold towels. I don't have the8to teach. I have a lot of work to do and a big house to keep clean. I don't have the time to sit and play — Do you see what I 9?”

    And that day I thought a lot about making some 10in my life, as I listened to her words that cut me like a knife. I hadn't been paying enough 11to what I hold most dear. I'd been caught up in responsibilities that increased over the years.

But now my 12has changed, because, in my heart, I realize that I've seen the world in a different light13my little darling's eyes. So, let the cobwebs(蜘蛛网) 14the corners and the dust rabbit rule the floor. I'm not going to worry about keeping up with them any more.

    I'm going to fill the house with15of a child and her mother, for we are granted only one childhood, and we will never get another.

    As we all know, helping others is a great service, and it's easy to see how to help some people, but what about those people whose needs are not so obvious? This story may have happened a while back—It was a lesson which has1with me and helped me ever since.

    It was Thanksgiving and I was volunteering with my parents at a2for the needy. We stood behind the counter3out hot food to whoever came in. Most of our diners looked like they had been having4times: their clothes were old and dirty.5short, they looked needy!

    Then, a man came in, who looked anything6needy. He was well dressed; he wore a/an7suit. I wondered what he was doing there and my jaw dropped in amazement when he 8the line for food. The closer he came to my service station, the more I9. What was this man doing? I wanted to know. Surely he was not going to take food meant for those who were really in10!

    Then my11quietly took me to one side. She said, "You12that the needs of the people who come here must be purely13: hunger, inadequate shelter, clothing, etc. And this gentleman doesn't seem to have any of those problems.14what if he needs emotional help? What if he needs15, or just to be among other human beings?" Her words16me like a ton of bricks! I felt like I should apologize to the man—but I didn't.

    About a week later, the shelter17a large donation from an anonymous(匿名的)person. I can't help but18if it came from that man.

    Now, whenever I meet someone I remember my mother's19and try to send kindness and blessings their way, regardless of how they look. Needs aren't always20. But kindness always makes a difference.