Lita CabEllut is one of Spain's most successful artists, “My 1 was like that of thousands of street kids around the world.” says Lita. She used to 2 the streets of Barcelona with other homeless children and 3 in the open air.

    Lita was 4 in a village in Aragon, north-east Spain, in 1961.While she was a baby, her mother 5 Barcelona. She was left with her grandmother—but 6 she spent most of her time out on the 7 .

8 , she says that “art was there because art is 9 around us”, but she didn't think about it in a 10 sense —she was focused on 11 .

    Lita's grandmother 12 when she was about 10 years old and she 13 a Barcelona orphanage（孤儿院）before being 14 by “a beautiful Catalan family” two years later.

She didn't 15 much about them, except that they 16 her to art. They took her to Madrid's Prado museum, and showed Goya's works to her. Her adopted family 17 Lita to keep painting—they 18 paid for private teachers to make up for 19 time. She slowly made progress at school, started to listen to the “voice of art” and 20 to study hard.

    The wagon train (马车队) had been traveling for weeks now. Emily was getting tired — tired of not having a comfortable bed to sleep in or a 1home. She was also2because there was never anything fun for a girl her age to do. Mama promised it wouldn't be too much longer,3 the trip seemed to take forever.

    Then, one day, a rabbit caught Emily's eye. Maybe she could4it, and then she'd have a pet! Emily ran after the rabbit into the woods behind the wagons, but it5. Emily looked for it, and at last she6. She turned to go back, but 7looked familiar (熟悉的). She started in one direction, but it was the wrong8 Emily tried another direction, but soon found that that was9, too.

    Emily was 10 What if she couldn't 11 the wagons? What if they didn't realize she was 12 and just kept moving farther and farther away from her? What if some dangerous animal attacked her?

    Emily sat on the ground and started to cry ... but wait ... did she hear 13? She stood up and ran toward them. As she got 14 she recognized Mama's voice and the voices of some of the men from the15. Then she could see them. Emily ran as 16 as she could, right into Mama's 17 arms.

    Mama carried Emily back to their wagon and put her to bed. Emily was 18 that she was home.19 was wherever Mama was. She'd never 20 about being bored again.

    My parents passed away ten years ago and I miss them terribly. But I know they are with me every day in what they taught me and in the 1 they gave me. Every morning my father's message to me was: Remember that 2 you walk out of this door, you carry responsibility, the good name of this family, the hopes and dreams of your mom and dad. My mother often urged me to3 the high standards she set for me.

    When I was in high school, I played in a rock band with friends in my class. We were devoted and practiced constantly. We moved past the guys - in - a - garage stage and 4 to be pretty good, doing getting - paid gigs (演奏会) most weekends, which made me 5 At that time, though part of me was 6 up in that band, another part of me was the oldest son in the Clark family,7 of my origin and a dedicated student busy applying to colleges. Without even telling my parents, I applied to Harvard. I didn't think I had much chance of getting in,8I wanted to try. So I was riding around being Mr Cool Rock Musician half of the time, and the other half I was focused on family and 9 goals. I was running on parallel 10

    When the group won a city wide Battle of the Bands, things heated up. My band mates had stars in their eyes - we might be able to make it big. However, I began to feel 11 I realized I was on quite different tracks: I 12 was becoming two people,13 identities back and forth depending on who I was with. I had to make an option. As I considered my 14 my parents' words were right there, helping me to see that my dreams weren't about signing a record deal, letting my hair grow, and living in a tour bus. So I 15 out. My bandmasters were 16. They thought I was crazy to withdraw 17the peak of real success. But however successful that band got, I knew it wasn't in line with my 18 with my feeling of what I was 19 to do, with who I was - it simply wasn't me.

    In that instant and in many others throughout my life, my parent's advice has helped me recenter and 20 I could remember who I was - the hopes and dreams I carried.

    When I was 16 I wrote a list of things that I wanted to do in my lifetime. Some things were easy, some difficult and some almost Some things were easy, some difficult and some almost 1. One of the things on the list was to do a 2.

    Two years ago I spent three months travelling and it was a great3. One day, we were 4 in a hotel in Brazil, playing games when my friend suddenly 5 an advertisement on the wall 6“Skydive over Iguassu Falls today!” We looked at each other and 7 it was time to do something crazy. Today would be the day that we would 8 a plane.

    That afternoon we were 9 and taken to the Skydive Centre. We put on our harnesses（跳伞装备）and helmets, were given some 10 and then took off into the air. My heart started to beat very fast and I felt very 11.

    12, I was tied to an instructor so I didn't have to worry about anything; I just had to 13 myself. He asked me if I was 14 to fall from the plane but before I had time to15, we fell to the ground at 200 km an hour! After about 20 seconds of 16, the parachute（降落伞）opened and everything slowed down. We 17 peacefully towards the earth, leaving the clouds 18 us.

    This was definitely one of the scariest 19 most exciting experiences of my life. I would do another skydive if I had the20. I think that everyone should do something that scares them once in a while.

    The day I received my letter of acceptance to NewYork university, I was extremely excited. It was my dream university. And my1 were pleased for me. But they also hadn't2 me to get into such a competitive school. In fact, the best thing they ever did for me was to 3  me from doing things4 - indeed, when I was in elementary school, they offered to buy me a present5I got a C.

    It 6 when I was in the third grade. An only child in an Asian family, I had just 7 with my family to Los Angeles. Months into the third grade, I developed a strong feeling of8 about getting bad grades. Seeing my anxiety, Dad said, "Kate, tell you what. If you get a C or 9, I'll buy you a present. If you score higher than that, I won't buy you anything, because you won't10 it."

    Clearly dad wasn't the 11Asian tiger parent, pressuring me to work tirelessly for the best12, and neither was my mom. They didn't want to push me. They wanted me to be13 and healthy. Dad's 14  of a "failing grade" gift amazingly15 my worries and reassure. What's more, I16getting A's and B's throughout high school, but without the added stress and fear of failing. I think it was my parents' lack of stress on grades that gave me 17 to encourage my own desire for achievements. I now realize I was 18 when I thought I didn't receive a present from my dad that day. He gave me two invaluable19 : the space to develop my own desire for excellence, and the healthy mind to 20it.

    On the night of August 24, 2001, everything changed when my friend's car hit a wall with me inside. I lost most of my right 1, and I was left bleeding with several broken bones. 2, my mind was still very clear in the hospital. I just kept telling myself to 3 and I 4 with the doctors that once I could roll onto my side, I would leave. They agreed. Two weeks later, I was 5 to go home.

    6 I left the hospital, the fight was far from over. My left knee was badly injured, which 7 different surgeries (外科手术) over the next few years. And soon, more of my right leg had to be 8. This made it harder to wear my false leg, so I donated it to a nurse who couldn't 9 one for herself, from 10 I gained greater happiness than the joy I felt on any day I was able to wear it myself.

    People often tell me they're 11 of me for staying strong. But in my mind, I can do 12 but stay strong. So, on the 13 I left the hospital, I made a promise to myself to 14 live life to the fullest. I soon 15 everyday life again, until one day I realized I wasn't living my life as 16 as I wanted to. After 13 years of thinking I was confident, 17, I knew I should help people around me.

    In 2014, I even started modeling. My dream is that one day a little girl will see me in a magazine and say, Wow, she's 18, and she had only one leg. I could do that too some day, even though I have a 19. My dream is simple, to 20 people to believe they are beautiful the way they are.