Were you happy and a little worried at the time? I thought so. Soon it would be the holidays, but before that, there were year exams. All the 1 had been working hard for some time, reviewing their lessons for the exams. If they didn't 2, they would have to retake them in September. There were usually a few who 3, but Jane didn't want to be one of them. She had worked hard all year, 4 just before the exams she was working so hard that her sister Barbara was 5about her. She went to bed too 6. The night before the first exam, Barbara 7 that she have an early night and take a 8 pill. She promised to wake 9 up in the morning.

    She was not relaxed. As she was falling asleep, Jane was afraid that she might oversleep. Her 10 kept jumping from subject to subject. At last, with the help of 11, she went to sleep. In no time（不久）at all, she was sitting in the examination hall, looking at the examination 12 , but she couldn't answer any of the questions. 13 around her was writing pages and gages. 14she thought hard, she couldn't find anything to write 15. She kept looking at her 16. Time was running out. There was only an hour to go. She started one question, wrote two sentences, 17 and tried another one. With only half an hour left she wrote another two sentences. By this time she was so worried that she started 18. Her whole body shook. It shook so much that she 19 up. She was still in bed and it had all been a 20 dream. A minute later, Barbara called her name.

    It was on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the spring of 1949 that I learned an important life lesson about judging others by their physical appearance.

    As a senior at school, I worked part time as a salesman in1center. The job provided a pleasant working environment and a modest2.My weekly paycheck3a base salary and commissions (佣金) earned on the 4of radios and music related accessories(配件).

For maximum5at acquiring commissions, especially on sales of higher-priced items, two other teenage salesmen and I used the "up" system, taking turns greeting6entering the shop.

    On that7afternoon, a tall, unshaven man walked in wearing clothing more 48 for yard work than for shopping.

This slim8fellow was my "up", but after glancing at his9 quickly concluded my10would be more profitably spent with another apparently11customer, so I looked at my co-worker Norman and signaled that I was giving up my12to him.

    Norman13 as this unseemly looking fellow walked to the radio display, pointed at the Trans-Oceanic and asked whether he had six in14 Norman looked15 then turned and went into the storeroom. He immediately16 and said that there were six. Then the buyer opened his checkbook and waited for Norman to write the17.And I was asked to help carry the six Trans-Oceanic boxes to the back seat of the buyer's car18nearby.

    Ever since that notable afternoon, some19years ago, I have carefully20judging others only on their appearance.

    I run a hotel in London. My knowledge on volcano is from my son's science textbook, which says “volcanic ash is formed during explosive volcanic eruptions when dissolved gases escape 1 into the atmosphere”. During the days with the terrible ash cloud which spread Europe from Iceland in May, 2010, I was 2 to a London radio station called LBC. People called in 3 their stories of trouble. Some had missed 4 for holidays, and some couldn't get home following the volcanic eruption.

    The story that most 5 me was a call from Peter, who had just gotten 6 the previous weekend to Maz. They had planned to 7 their honeymoon to the Dominican Republic but could not 8 the ash cloud. When James O'Brien, the radio presenter, asked if he was unhappy, Peter said: “Not at all. I've married the 9 girl in the world whom I love, so…no…

    I'm not 10 at all.” Both the presenter and I were so impressed by the beautiful 11 .

    A little later, after receiving many cancellations(取消预订), an idea 12 to me and I called LBC. I spoke to the producer of the show and asked if she could keep 13 with Peter to offer him and his wife a room for the weekend at my hotel 14. She later 15 to say Peter and Maz were delighted and would love to take up the 16 . The producer asked if I would like to 17 offer it to them on the radio show, but I said no as I didn't want it18 to the public.

    So, two days later, Peter and Maz arrived at the hotel and 19. I was so pleased to have made a bad situation better for a young couple. Nobody could ever imagine how 20 I was of myself.

    On a dark grey morning, my mom said in a quiet voice. "Your dad and I have decided that we're moving to Singapore.”

    These words did not1much in my five-year-old brain until the day we had to2 and say goodbye to our close friends.

    Normally，mom always booked our3together. The4of sitting next to a stranger was never something I had to worry about, until now. Booking it late, we weren't given5when buying the seats.

    I was6as I walked on the plane and down the aisle. What I saw was something 7to an alien to me. It was an Indian lady dressed in a traditional Sari and having a massive bindi(额前的人工痣) between her eyebrows. But her8wasn't the only thing that9me away. I made a10 as if I had smelt something sour.

    My mom11walked me to the back of the plane, and12she wasn't any different from me and I should be respectful because it was her13and religion.

    As we got prepared to14, the lady buckled(扣住 )her seatbelt and took out a book from her bag. At that point I am15that the book was in English! After a short sleep, I16to dinner time. I got spaghetti and so did the lady sitting next to me. She was eating the same thing as me!

    Throughout the flight, I17in my young little mind that she was just a human being like me though she looked and18differently, which provided me with a19of being a human being who20all types of lifestyles.

    "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.