White clouds filled the sky. The sun's rays 1 through them, spreading cheer and 2. After the meal, Olivia lay back on the blanket, 3 the amazing sky and Dad was 4 the picnic food.

    “Dad, that 5 over there looks like a rhinoceros（犀牛）! There's a horn（角）, two ears and a long tail.” Olivia said.

    “Is there? I can't see it.” Dad sighed and 6 his head.

    “Oh, look, Dad. That cloud looks like a penguin.” Olivia turned to her father.

    “Do you see any 7 in the clouds, Dad?”

    “I see a turkey.” He rubbed his cheeks and 8 her closer with his warm hands.

    “Dad, I see a fighting lion, a running giraffe and a 9 parrot.”

    “I'm sorry to stop our fun, 10 it looks like rain” said Dad, 11 the picnic basket “Clouds don't get big 12 they're going to drop rain on us.”

    A raindrop 13 on Olivia's forehead.” You're right, Dad. I'll 14 the blanket.” The two rushed for the 15. On their way home Olivia 16 out of the window. “Is the sky always that 17 before a storm, Dad?”

    “Beauty is in the eye of the 18, my little angel.” It is 19 that there are some people who would never have seen a rhinoceros or a turkey in clouds. 20 the eyes of the child, the world is fresh and appealing each day.

    Last Sunday, on my return from a trip to Waterloo, I took a taxi from Waterloo Station to my home. We hadn't gone very far 1 the traffic light changed to red. We waited for minutes. Just as the light was changing to 2, a policeman pulled open the door of the taxi,3 in, shouted to the driver, “4that blue car in front. It's been stolen.” and he sat down on the seat beside me. Then he seemed to see me for the first time for he politely 5, “ Sorry sir, but I've got to catch that car.” The taxi driver 6 the speed without saying anything. After a few hundred yards the blue car stopped at 7 traffic light and we drew up 8. The policeman got out, ran round to the driver's door of the blue car, opened it and 9the driver out. I couldn't hear what he said , but after a few minutes the policeman 10 to me and I went up to him. He asked me to help him take the car thief to the nearest11.

    The three of us got into the 12. We drove off 13 the taxi following. I didn't like sitting next to the 14, who was a young , rather tough-looking man, but I had no 15. Fortunately it wasn't far to the police station. 16 we got there the policeman took my name and address, thanked me for my 17 and said I could go home now. So I got back into my taxi and we drove off again. The taxi driver said 18 that it was the second time in a month he had been 19to help the police, and he 20 it wouldn't happen again.

    Mr. Jackson was blind from birth. He owned a fruit 1 on a very busy street. 2 he was visually disabled, he ran his business pretty handsomely. He could see nothing and he could only 3 the things within his reach. 4 ， he was able to handle it and was content with everything he had.

    One day his son came to him. He told Mr. Jackson in 5 that he read in the newspaper of a 6 who could operate on his eyes and allow him to see. The father and son traveled to the doctor and paid for the 7.

    After the operation, the doctor asked Mr. Jackson，“What is the first thing you are 8 to see when I take the bandages off？”He replied, “I really want to see my beautiful 9 on my stand！”

    The doctor and the son 10 Mr. Jackson down to the busy street where his fruit stand had been located for so many years. The doctor 11 unwrapped the bandages 12 he could lay his eyes on the beautiful fruit! Mr. Jackson was so full of 13 that he could finally see his life's work—taking care of his fruit! After a few hours of 14 his beautiful fruit stand, he looked down the street both ways and saw there were quite a few fruit stands in both directions. He looked 15 the street and saw many other fruit stands. He spent so much time looking at other people's fruit stands and 16 the competition that soon his own business17.

    From Mr. Jackson's failure, we should know that everyone is a 18 individual with different fingerprints, DNA and thinking. What we need to do is just be ourselves and 19 everyone else to be who they are. Mind our own business and we should never be afraid of the 20.

    In most people's eyes, I was a golden girl when I was eighteen years old： I was president of the college drama society, a member of the student senate and so on. I was the1of all my friends and I was in a state of 2 .

    The old Greek tragedies3us that when pride rises, punishment falls. My universe4 with great suddenness when the scenery(舞台布景道具）fell on my head and I was left almost5for the next four months.

    My memory was in a mess and within a few months all my 6 were taken away. I was even told that I would have to leave the college at the end of the spring term7clearly, I couldn't do academic work.”

    Sad, I took one last 8by Dr. Jacob Taubes. He was the most brilliant teacher I had ever 9and in his class, I began to raise a tentative 10 and ask an occasional question. He would answer with great intensity, and soon I found myself asking 11 I questions constantly.

    One day I was walking to the bus when I heard Dr. Taubes12me,” Miss Houston, let me walk with you. You know, you have a most 13mind.”

“Me? 1 have a mind?”

    “Yes, of course.” Then he asked my understanding of some problems discussed in the classes. From that day on, Dr. Taubes continued to 14 me to the bus, always15 me with intellectually vigorous questions. Within several weeks my eyesight came back and my spirit 16 .

    Though what I acquired from the accident was a 17 sense of life, I remain deeply 18 for the attention Dr. Taubes had shown. He 19 me when I most needed it. I swore then that I would try to 20 and acknowledge the unlucky person as I had been acknowledged.

    I was a single parent of four small children, working at a low-paid job. Money was always tight, but I 1 to make ends meet (收支平衡), and if not a lot, 2 we had enough. Not knowing we were poor, my kids just thought I was 3. I've always been glad about that.

    It was Christmas time, and although there wasn't 4 for a lot of gifts, we planned to celebrate with a family party. But the big 5 for the kids was the fun of Christmas 6. They planned weeks ahead of time, asking 7 what they wanted for Christmas. 8, I had saved $ 120 for gifts to be shared by all five of us.

    The big day 9. I gave each kid a twenty-dollar bill and 10 them to look for 11 of about four dollars each. Then everyone went away excitedly. We had two hours to shop and 12 back at the “Santa's Workshop”.

    Driving home, everyone was in high Christmas spirits, 13 my youngest daughter, Ginger, who was unusually 14. She had only one small, flat bag with a few candies—fifty-cent candies! I was very doubtful but I didn't say anything 15 we got home. I called her into my bedroom and closed the door. This is what she told me:

    “I was looking 16 thinking of what to buy when I 17 to read the little cards on the “Giving Trees”. One was for a little girl, four years old, and all she 18 for Christmas was a doll. So I took the card off the tree and 19 the doll for her. We have so much and she doesn't have anything.”

    I never felt so 20 as I did that day.

    Martin Henfield talks about some of his 1 as a twin: when we were small, my mother dressed us 2 the same clothes. That was bad enough and we didn't like it. But we went on our first camping trip, it was even 3. We were only ten years old, and while 4 went into their sleeping bags for the 5, we were not happy to snuggle inside a double sleeping bag my mother made for us.

    At school our classmates 6 us Henfield One and Henfield Two, so people 7 even see our difference according to our initials because 8 of us were M.H. It was only when I went to college and began to have my own friends that I started to feel my own freedom of identity(身份).

    Before I went to college, during my secondary school 9, I 10 a job on a building site. My twin brother, Mike Henfield, didn't work. One day I asked my boss, "Can I have a week 11?" "Certainly," he said, "but you won't have the job when you 12 back." I didn't want to 13 the job. So on Monday morning, Mike went there in my 14 , jacket and hat and he worked for me for one week. 15 of them knew the difference.