If you think your woman would never lie to you, guess again. From little 1 lies to the more serious variety, most women will hold back the 2 at some point in a relationship. Her motivation 3 lying can stem (起源于) from wanting to protect your feelings or, sure enough, to save her own butt (抵触).

    One day, when a seamstress（女裁缝师）was sewing 4 sitting close to a river, her thimble（顶针）fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord 5 and asked, ‘My dear child, why are you crying?' The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and 6 she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family. The Lord dipped his hand into the water and 7 a golden thimble set with sapphires(蓝宝石).

    “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, ‘No.'The Lord again dipped into the river. He 8 a silver thimble.

    “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked. Again, the seamstress replied, “No.”

    The Lord 9 down again and came up with a leather thimble.

    “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked. The seamstress replied, “Yes.” The Lord was pleased with the woman's 10 and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home, much 11 .

    Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the 12, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the water. 13 she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked her, “Why are you crying?”“Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!”

    The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. “Is this your husband?”the Lord asked.

    “Yes” cried the seamstress. The Lord was 14. “You lied!” ”That is a(n) 15 !” The seamstress replied, ‘Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a 16. You see, if I had said ‘no' to George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad Pitt. Then if I said ‘no' to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said “yes,” you would have given me 17. Lord, I'm not in the best of health and 18 be able to take care of all three husbands, 19 THAT'S why I said “yes” to George Clooney.'

    And so the Lord let her keep him.

    The 20 of this story is: Whenever a woman lies, it's for a good and honorable reason, and in the best interest of others.

    There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. And he was given a slingshot (弹弓) to play with. He 1 in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little 2, he headed back for dinner.

    As he was walking back, he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse(冲动), he let fly, hit the duck in the head, and 3 it. He was shocked and upset. In 4, he hid the duck in the woodpile, only to see his sister 5. Sally had seen it all, but said nothing.

    6 lunch that day Grandma said, “Sally, it is your turn to wash the dishes.” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen today, didn't you, Johnny? ” And then she spoke 7 to him, “Remember the duck?”

    So Johnny 8 the dishes. Later Grandpa asked if 9 wanted to go fishing, but Grandma said, “I'm sorry, but I need Sally to help make supper.” But Sally 10 and said, “Well, that's all right 11 Johnny told me he wanted to help.” And she spoke softly again, “Remember the duck?” So, Sally went fishing while Johnny stayed at home.

    After several days of Johnny's doing 12 his various small tasks and Sally's, he finally couldn't 13 it any longer. He came to Grandma and 14 that he killed the duck. She 15 down, gave him a hug, and said, “Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I 16 the whole thing. But because I love you, I 17 you. However, I was just 18 how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.”

    “Whenever we do something 19, Jesus Christ sees it. He loves us and doesn't say it. My honey, do take responsibility 20 your errors and don't keep your mind suffering.” Grandma added.

    On the night of the play, Jack was at the theatre early and he was already dressed in a suit of policeman's clothes long1the end of the first scene. He certainly looked the part all right, he thought as he2himself in the mirror.

    Then he suddenly felt nervous. After all, it was his first time to3a part in a play. 4could he face all those people watching the play? He put his head in his hands and tried to5his lines（台词）, but nothing6to his mind.

    A knock on the door made him look7. He was to go on stage（舞台） in the second scene. "Have I 8my part and ruined（破坏）the play for everybody？" he thought to himself. But9was only the manager.  She10how nervous he was and11he should stand near the stage12he could watch and follow the play. It was a good13of getting rid of his nervousness, she said. She was right; it seemed to 14. In fact the more he watched the play, the15he felt himself part of it.

    At last the16came for him to appear on the stage.  But suddenly the manager came to him again, 17worried as she placed a hand on his arm to18him back. "Has anything gone19？" Jack asked. "I'm afraid you're going to be20, " she said. "They've jumped three pages of the play and have missed your part out completely. "

    It was a cold, rainy day, and I had no desire to drive up for two hours along the winding mountain road to my daughter Carolyn's house. But she had1that I come to see something at the top of the mountain. So here I was, 2making the two-hour journey through the thick fog. Nothing could be worth this, I thought as I inched along the 3 highway.

    "I'll stay for lunch, but I'm 4back home straight after that," I announced when I arrived.

    "But I need you to drive me to the garage to5my car," Carolyn said. "Could we6 do that?"

    Turning down a narrow track, we parked the car and got out. To my7, the views before my eyes were 8 words.

    From the 9 of the mountain, sloping for several acres across valleys, were rivers of flowers in bloom. A mass of 10 —from the palest ivory to the deepest lemon and then to the most vivid pink—shone like a carpet before us. It looked 11 the sun had spilled gold down the mountainside.

    A series of questions 12 my mind. Who13 such beauty? When? How?

    As we approached the house that14 in the center of the land, we saw a sign that 15: "Answers to the Questions; I Know You Are 16."

    The first answer was: "One Woman—Two Hands, Two Feet, and Very Little Brain." The second was: "One at a Time." The third: "17 in 1958."

    As we drove home, I was so moved by what we had seen. The18of it would not let me go. "Imagine," I said, "if I'd had a vision and worked at it, just a little bit every day, what might I have 19?"

    Carolyn looked at me, smiling. "Start tomorrow," she said. "20 yet, start today."

    Four brothers left home for college, and they became successful doctors and lawyers.

    Some years later, they got together again. While having dinner, they1for a long time. They discussed the2they had given their elderly mother who lived far away in another city. The first said, "I had a3house built for Mama." The second said, "I had my Mercedes-Benz dealer (奔驰经销商) send a4to her." The third said, "I built a beautiful 5for Mama." The fourth said, "You know6Mama loved reading poems and you know she can't read any more because she can't 7very well. I met a businessman who had a parrot that can recite many8. It took him 12 years to9it to speak and he earns his living by renting it out. I had to pay him $100,000 a year for twenty years,10it is worth it." On hearing that, the other brothers were11by his good thought.

    After the holidays, their mother12 her thank -you notes, which read，"Milton, the house you built is so huge. I only live in one room, but I have to clean the whole house. It's a (an)13job. Thanks anyway." "Marvin, I am too old to14.I stay home and have others work for me, so I'll15 use the car. The 16was good, although not realistic. Thanks."

    "Michael, you gave me an expensive building for many people to17plays or I watch movies in it, but all my friends are dead. I've almost18my hearing and I'm nearly blind. I won't use it. Thank you all the same.

    "Dearest Melvin, you are the19 son to have the good sense to give a little thought to your gift. The chicken tasted so20. I liked it very much. Thank you."

Juleus Ghunta is a published children's author and award-winning poet. But growing up, he could barely read. Ghunta's family lived in a rural part of Western Jamaica. His mother often had to make tough choices about how to use their limited resources, including a decision to send his oldest sister to school, and to keep Ghunta at home.

When Ghunta finally went to school, he couldn't catch up on his reading skills. Not only had he been kept home from school as a child, but he had not been exposed to books. By the time he entered the sixth grade, he could spell his name, but he still couldn't make out words, spell, or read with understanding.

When Ghunta was about 12, a young teacher decided to start a special reading program for struggling students. Ghunta was the first student to sign up. The teacher was incredibly kind to him. She did not ask anything of Ghunta, except that he worked hard and believed in himself.

Under her guidance, Ghunta's reading skills finally started to improve. He started to feel more confident. "She had left me with the gift of literacy," he said, "and with the value as a human being." His life took a new direction. He graduated from elementary school with a number of academic awards, including one for "most improved in reading". He went on to college. Today, he is the author of two children's books, about overcoming difficult experiences in childhood. He's now working on his first full-length collection of poetry.

"I would love her to see the significant impact that she has made on my life, and the ways in which I have carried this memory of her—the hope and the light—with me and how it continues to be a source of joy."