On a freezing-cold February morning in Indiana, Jhaqueil Reagan, 18, left home to walk to a job interview — ten miles away, over muddy roads.

       Reagan had been looking for work for months. His parents had died two years earlier, and he was the only  1  of his two younger siblings (兄弟姊妹), Cole, 16, and Jazzlyn, seven. He was 2  for a regular paycheck 3  doing many odd jobs (零活).

Three hours later, Reagan had covered only three miles. He paused outside a 4 called Papa Roux to ask for directions from  5Art Bouvier, who was clearing ice and snow from the parking lot.

“I told him to get on the bus.”says Bouvier.“He  6  me and went on his way.”

Fifteen minutes later, Bouvier  7  in his car beside Reagan as he walked along.

“You've  8  got to be on the bus,”he told Reagan.

“I don't have money for the bus,”Reagan replied. Bouvier offered him a 9 . On the way, he asked the boy about his job search.

“I thought, this is the kind of kid I want working for me,”says Bouvier. He got Reagan's 10  number and dropped him off for his  11.

Later that day, Bouvier 12  about Reagan on Facebook. “He doesn't know it yet, but he  13  on Monday,”Bouvier wrote.“It's been a while since I've met someone so 14  !”

A few hours later, Bouvier called to offer Reagan a job. 15 , the teen accepted on the spot. A television reporter caught wind of the 16  and interviewed the pair on camera that night.

Today, Reagan is washing dishes, filling orders, and greeting Papa Roux 17  for ＄8.50 an hour.

The publicity has brought in so many  18  customers that Bouvier plans to open a second restaurant by the end of the year. Reagan has 19enough money to move into a new apartment.

Now, when the weather is 20 , he takes the bus to work.

    When a mom attended school to help her disabled son, her son and the school thanked her in the sweetest way possible. It wasn't until after his college years that Marty became disabled after1down stairs. When her son   2to get his MBA Judy O' Connor attended every class with him to help him write and3. Every day, Judy would sit by Marty in class, taking notes to make sure to set down4requests, raising her hand so he could answer questions, and silently filling in his5on test days. “After a little while, we found that working together we could6a great deal,” Marty says.

    On graduation day at Chapman University, Judy was dressed in black to mix in with the other7. Little did she know she'd soon be the center of8. When Marty's name was called, his mom helped9him to the front of the stage,10for a picture with Marty as he received his diploma. Over the loudspeaker, a voice11with happy tears made an12: The university was giving Judy an honorary MBA. “A lump came to my throat, I was proud of my son and13to be honored,” says Judy.

    The mother and son had joked that Judy was putting in enough work to earn her own14. To Marty, there was no question his mom, a retired elementary school teacher with a business degree, had15earned her honorary MBA.

    Perhaps just as important, Judy gave Marty16. Life as Marty knew it before the17may have changed, but he encourages anyone in a 18situation to keep up hope. “Just keep an open mind,19you can make your diversity your advantage and take challenges as a(n)20for growth in your life,” he says.

    I don't know your name, and I'm guessing that you are about high school age. I 1 you in action yesterday as you saved a little boy from 2 at Lake Elmo beach.

    I was sitting on a bench with my friends3 their children played in the water. I remember4you taking off your shorts, grabbing your 5 device and heading into the water. My friends and I noticed at that moment the little boy's 6 moving up and down. He couldn't have been more than two years old and 7 to be alone in the water.

    You got to him, put your flotation device around him, and 8 him back to shore. We could see the boy was 9 as you carried him out of the water and laid him on the 10. You started doing compression（按压）on his chest, and that is when we knew it was a bad 11We reached you and knew you needed 12I picked up my phone and dialed 911.

    Soon, the ambulance13 and several doctors were there to assist you. You appeared 14 as you walked away, as anyone would be. I 15 if this is your first rescue — it doesn't matter. What you did was heroic, and I 16 you.

    Had you been a few seconds later, this 17 could have ended quite differently. You were alert and18 what was going on in the water, responsible for watching over a hundred kids at that time.19 your fear, you took action. Because of you, the little boy and his family are 20together today.

    Joe Simpson and Simon Yates were the first people to climb the West Face of the Siula Grande in the Andes mountains. They reached the top 1 ， but on their way back conditions were very 2. Joe fell and broke his leg. They both knew that if Simon 3alone，he would probably get back 4. But Simon decided to risk his5and try to lower Joe down the mountain on a rope.

As they6down，the weather got worse. Then another 7occurred. They couldn't see or hear each other and，8 ， Simon lowered his friend over the edge of a precipice（峭壁）. It was9 for Joe to climb back or for Simon to pull him up. Joe's 10 was pulling Simon slowly towards the precipice. 11 ， after more than an hour in the dark and the icy cold，Simon had to 12. In tears，he cut the rope. Joe 13 into a huge crevasse（裂缝） in the ice below. He had no food or water and he was in terrible pain. He couldn't walk，but he 14to get out of the crevasse and started to 15 towards their camp，nearly ten kilometers 16.

    Simon had 17the camp at the foot of the mountain. He thought that Joe must be 18 ， but he didn't want to leave 19. Three days later，in the middle of the night，he heard Joe's voice. He couldn't 20 it. Joe was there，a few meters from their tent，still alive.

    I was driving on the freeway when I noticed heavy clouds roll in. A storm was coming. Glancing at the boxes of 1in the back seat, 1 smiled to myself. The rain began beating 2against my car window, making driving impossible. I 3onto the shoulder of the road and stopped. The rain 4me of Hurricane (飓风) Katrina.

    Hurricane Katrina struck when I was nine years old. I had 5it would strike us in Houston. It missed us, 6other cities were not so lucky. I remembered watching the 7. A reporter stood inside the Houston Astrodome (体育馆), 8people. Many wore dirty and 9 clothes, and some had no shoes on their feet. I noticed a little boy behind the reporter 10an old teddy bear. Watching him, I knew I had to do 11.

    The next day, my friends 12me at our volunteer club and we came up with a plan. We wanted to 13toys and give them to the kids at the Astrodome, which would bring some 14into the lives of these families. We 15the word to our schools and other organizations. Three days later, the donation bins were overflowing with new toys! When we 16the Astrodome with our gifts, children 17toward us from all directions, smiles lighting up their faces.

    BZZZZ. My cell phone brought me back to the present. To my joy, the storm had 18. "Hector. We have more 19of yesterday's tornado." "Well, I've brought clothes I'd like to donate to them. The 20 delayed me, but I'll be there soon!" I eased my car into the suddenly busy traffic. It felt good to know that I was making a difference again.

    I was late for the school bus and rushing to get ready. My dog, Tippy, got to the front door and lay down in front of it – his way of asking to be petted. I1his begging for affection (喜爱), hurdled(跨) over him and ran for the waiting bus.

    2, that afternoon, when I came home, Mom said to me3, "Honey, I have some4news that I need to tell you. This morning, while you were at school, Tippy was hit by a car and5 I'm so sorry."

    "No! It's not true!" I was6 I couldn't believe her. "Tippy, come here! Come on, boy!" I called and called for him. I waited. He didn't come. Feeling7, I wandered into the living room. I didn't cry that night. I still couldn't believe that he was8.

    When I got off the bus the next day, there was dead silence at home.9 my sobs (哭泣) bubbled up and erupted (喷发) like lava (熔岩) from a volcano. I couldn't stop10. I hadn't even petted him when I left.11could I have known that was my last chance? I cried until I felt empty inside.

    Time passed, and against my will, I started to12some things. I realized what little control any of us have over what happens 13 a dog. We can do everything right, but14things can still happen. But good things can happen too. That's15. The best way to 16 the hard times is to figure out what you need to do to get through them when they come, and to remember that hard times always17.

    I now deeply understand the "circle of life". Everyone is born, everyone18, and that's the way it is. If dogs never died, there would be no19for others like Belle – my new dog.

    Best of all, I realized that Tippy20all of my good memories of him. And they come to me every time I call!