Do you hate to get your hands dirty? When I see my 10-year-old son1the dirty plates  in the sink or my 8 year-old daughter cringing(畏缩) at the wet sand clinging(黏住) to her hands, I am reminded of a time when I was 2to get my hands a little dirty.

    My parents owned a 500-acre 3 n Montana when I was young. I'd often come home from school to find a/an 4lamb or a calf being bottle-fed in the basement.One exceptionally cold day, I was the5sheep with my mother in the ranch when she spied a ewe(母羊)6.The poor thing was trying to7 her baby lamb and needed our help.My mother calmly held the ewe's head and8 me to grab hold of the two protruding(突出的) legs.

I hesitated, and must have had quite a look of 9 on my young face.The slimy little things were 10not something I wanted to touch.But I worked up my 11and wrapped my fingers around them.I can still recall the feel of 12the delicate legs and their sharp little hooves(蹄子) as of it happened yesterday.

    My heart beat in fear and excitement as I 13with all my strength.The lamb was delivered with an outpouring, and I'd never seen14so beautiful.I was no 15to see ranch animals being born, but to have a hand16it was something I cherished then and will cherish forever.

    Looking back, I'm so glad that I didn't 17to get my hands dirty.18I had, the miraculous moment and the precious memory would have been lost.These days I try to instill(灌输) that life lesson into my own 19 .Sometimes you need to get your hands a little dirty to experience something 20 and pure.

    Years ago I was hiking (徒步旅行) in the Himalayas and had made the mistake of changing a large amount of cash into the local currency(货币). As I progressed throughout the villages of the Annapurnas, it soon became 1 that the people were too poor to  2 even the simplest 3 . They had nothing. This meant that I had this ridiculous wad(捆) of 4 in my pack and was a virtual walking 5 compared to the local people. I grew to 6 the stuff and it was 7 to have it in my possession. This led to a remarkable experience that 8 me deeply and its 9 has never left me.

    On this particular day I had become separated from my fellow hikers and found myself in a vast valley. As I made myself down, I noticed a young girl of around 13 10 some sheep. Like so many of the children of the amazing Nepalese people, she was very beautiful. I couldn't 11 looking at her and she looked at me. As I drew level with her she suddenly rushed 12 to me, and without a 13 , handed me a flower. Our eyes 14 for a tiny moment and then she ran away. The spirit in this angelic child had responded to something she saw in me and her first 15 was to find something to 16 . From the depths of her 17 , there was nothing she had- 18 a single flower. The 19 of my cash was never heavier than at this moment and I had just received one of the richest 20 I have ever had in my life.

    It was my first day to Miss Hargrove's seventh grade. Past “newcomer experiences” had been difficult, so I was very1to fit in. After being introduced to the class, I bravely put on a smile and2my seat.

    Lunchtime was a(n)3surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. They were friendly, so I began to4. My new classmates told me about the school, the teachers and the other kids. They5out the class nerd（书呆子）to me: Mary Lou. She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and olive-skin,6she wore a long woolen skirt and an old-fashioned blouse. She looked stupid. The girls whispered and laughed7Mary Lou walked by. She ate alone.

    After school, the girls invited me to8them in front of the school. I was9to be a member of the club. We waited. For what, I didn't know. Then Mary Lou came down the school steps. The girls started10her, shouting rudely, biting comments. I11, and then joined right in. Mean remarks12from my lips. No one could tell I'd never done this before. The other girls stepped back and started cheering for me. Feeling13, I pulled on her backpack and then pushed her. Her backpack broke. Mary Lou fell and I backed off. Everyone was laughing. I14in. I was a leader.

    I was not proud. Something inside me hurt. If you've ever picked a wing off a butterfly, you know how I felt. Mary Lou got up, gathered her books and left without a tear or saying anything. She held her head15as blood ran down from her knee. I16her struggle away down the street.

    I turned to leave with my17friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. He must have been Mary Lou's father—he had the same olive skin, dark hair and handsome look. He remained still and watched the18girl walk toward him. Only his eyes—shining with both sadness and pride—followed. As I passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that reminded me of my19.

    Mary Lou's father's eyes taught me a good lesson that day. I never again hurt someone for my own20.

As a primary school student in New York City, Robert Lee would stare in 1 at his classmates throwing away half-eaten sandwiches after lunch, because his parents had 2 him and his elder brother not to 3 food. They said it was bad karma(作孽).

    While studying at New York University, Robert remembered this4 and joined Two Birds One Stone, a food-rescue club on campus that5, five days a week, uneaten pasta, vegetables, and other leftovers from the school 6to nearby homeless shelters.

When Robert and fellow club member Louisa Chen entered a college contest, they 7 a slightly8 idea for a food-rescue nonprofit group: Their program wouldn't have a 9minimum, would 10seven days a week, and its staff would 11volunteers.

Their idea12the competition. With the＄1,000 prize, they13Rescuing Leftover Cuisine (RLC) in July, 2013. In just the first few weeks, Robert's team delivered a donation of enough spaghetti and meatballs to14 20 people in line at a New Yorker City homeless shelter that had 15food.

Robert, who had taken a job as an analyst at J. P. Morgan, devoted his spare time to creating a network of New Yorker City restaurants that were16to donate food, and he enlisted(征募) volunteers to make food deliveries to homeless shelters. After RLC received national press17, homeless shelters and soup kitchens in many places reached out to Robert for18. Two years after being founded, RLC had already distributed more than 250,000 pounds of food.

    Only a year into his finance job, Robert gave up his six-figure salary to19RLC. “I compared work at J. P. Morgan with that at RLC, and the difference was great,” he says.

    “One shelter told us that our donations allow them to provide entire dinners for more than 300 people, three nights a week,” Robert says. “Things like that make me feel20that I quit my job.”

    This year I decided to do something to regain my good name as a kindly uncle. My 1 , Tony, had never forgiven me for the dictionary I had bought him as a birthday present last year. His 2 had no reason to be thankful to me either, because the year before, I had 3 their dear son with a pot of paste(浆糊) and some funny pictures. Instead of 4 them into a book, Tony had naturally covered every wall in the house with them. This year, 5, I decided to let him 6 for himself.

We went into a big shop, but Tony was very particular about 7 . Although I tried to show him toy after toy, he was not to be 8 . Then I saw he suddenly became 9 , he had discovered something he really liked: a large tin drum. I was quite happy too— 10 I thought what Tony's mother would say when she saw it. Nobody would get any 11 for weeks! I led Tony away 12 , saying that the drum was too expensive.

    Tony asked for permission to go off 13 and I made the most of my chance to sit down and 14 my aching feet. Fifteen minutes passed but there was still no sign of Tony. I began to get 15 and got up to look for him. I asked a young lady if she had seen a little boy in a grey suit. She looked 16 her helplessly and pointed out that there were so many 17 in grey suits. I was just going to call the police for help, when I saw a strange 18 dressed in strange orange clothes. He was wearing a false beard and had a caveman's axe(斧子) in one hand, and a space gun in the other. It was, of course, Tony, who informed me 19 that he was the first 20 to fly into space.

Sometimes, in this world, champions come from the most humble places. This tale begins in Nigeria, a country whose people are1. It begins with a young boy who2of something he has no frame of reference for, but even so, he made it because of his3and strong will.

Tanitoluwa Adewumi, recently4a rather impressive honor. He took first place in the New York State Scholastic Championships tournament at the beginning of 2019. For those who aren't aware, chess is a two-player strategy board game that is5in its rules but complex in its gameplay. It's not a game that's easy to6, and Tanitoluwa's life has never been easy.

In 2017, Tani's Christian family was forced to7their home in northern Nigeria for fear of 8by the Boko Haram terrorist organization. They moved to New York. It's not9for a family to make their way in the so-called "New World". Still, a year after they10, Tani began to thrive (显露头角) even while his family lived in a New York homeless11. Tani took up chess in 2018 and despite his young age, he seemed to be a talent at the12. He played at the shelter at first, learning the13strategy. With each hour of practice, Tani continued to14. Eventually, he found his way to New York State Scholastic Championships tournament and went undefeated throughout the15. He beat out player from elites (精英) who had private chess tutors to teach themselves 16, eventually claiming a victory. His parents were very 17, as was Tani himself.

Tani has 18 his dream and become a famous chess player. He certainly goes a long way, 19he still has a very long way to go, and we've no20 he will be more successful.