When I was a law professor, a student reported that I made an error in grading his exam by giving him too many points. He was 1 and after thanking him for his honesty, I changed the 2 in my records. His beaming (欢笑的) face turned to 3. “You're lowering my grade?” he said angrily. “I would never have come in 4 ……”. He didn't finish the 5, but it was obvious that his display of honesty was false. He thought he'd have it all— praise and the 6 grade. Several colleagues thought I should have let the higher grade 7 because all I'd accomplished was to discourage him from being 8 in the future. And every time I tell this 9, some people agree with this remark. But I can't see how I could give good 10 for worsening my mistake in grading by undermining (损害) the honesty of all my grades by failing to 11 an error. The grade itself would be a dishonest 12 of his knowledge and it would have been 13to other students. How could I possibly give a student a gift of an14 grade? I know 15 reporting an error in one's favor is unusual, but, like 16 extra change, it's clearly the right thing to do. People of character, those with real honesty, hate to give up benefits as 17 as anyone else. The difference is that for them a good conscience and reputation is 18enough to give reason for the cost of doing the right thing. Perhaps lowering the student's grade did 19 him from being honest in the future, but bribing (贿赂) him to be honest so that he does the right thing when it's cost-free would have 20him even more. The duty to be honest is about right and wrong, not risks and rewards.

    I've been taking a bus to school for years. I found that most passengers keep to themselves and no one ever has a 1 with anyone else.

    About a year ago, an elderly man entered and said 2 to the driver, “Good morning!” Most people looked up, confused and 3, and the bus driver took it for granted and 4responded with a grunt (哼声). The next day the man 5 and again he said in a loud voice, “Good morning!” to the driver. Another grunt. By the fifth day, the driver finally agreed to accept the elderly man and 6 him with a little cheerful “Good morning!” Then the man 7,“My name is Benny.” The driver told the man he was Ralph.

    That was the first 8 any of us heard the driver's name and soon people began to talk to each other and say9 to Ralph and Benny. Soon Benny10 his cheerful “Good morning!” to the whole bus. Within a few days, his “Good morning!” was11 by a whole bunch of “Good mornings” and the entire bus seemed to be more 12. People got to know each other.

    “If a 13 is someone who makes something happen, Benny was the one who took a lead in showing friendship 14 us,” I thought.

    A month ago, something 15 happened and Benny didn't 16 in the bus. Everyone began to 17 about Benny and lots of people said he may have passed away. No one knew what to do and the bus got 18 again. So last week, I started to act like Benny and say, “Good morning!” to everyone and the whole bus cheered up again. I guessed I was the leader now. 19 Benny could come back to see what he had started really 20 a lot.

    It's a Friday morning in Boston, which means Dr. Jim O'Connell is making his rounds. He might be more 1 inside an exam room, but that's not where his patients are. Dr. Jim O'Connell is one of a handful of physicians making house calls to the 2 in the city.

    More than 550,000 Americans are homeless, and many have health problems but no 3 to cure. O'Connell and his team are doing something about it. On a daily routine, they 4 about 700 regular patients. "I feel like I'm a country doctor in the middle of the city." he said.

    O'Connell began to do this 33 years ago, when he was at Harvard Medical School and was  5 to be a one-year position as the founding physician of a new health-care program for Boston's homeless. That turned into a 33-year 6 at the Boston Health Care for the Homeless Program, one of the country's largest of its kind. O'Connell 7 about everything, from stitches (缝补)for an arm to surgery for the soul. If patients can't be treated on the street, he finds them a treatment bed at the respite facility(休息治疗区), a place for patients who are too sick to be on the streets 8 not ill enough for a hospital stay.

    "Everything I had been taught to do—go fast, be efficient—was 9 when you take care of homeless people." When you see somebody outside, you get them a cup of coffee and sit with them. Sometimes it 10 six months or a year of offering a sandwich or a cup of coffee before someone would start to talk to me. But 11 they engage(参与), they'll come to you any time because of 12 you. When asked about how his life might have 13 , if he had become a highly paid physician, O'Connell said, "I 14 think about it anymore."

    Some things are far more valuable than money. Just ask Dr. Jim O'Connell who gets everything from patients who have nothing 15 to give.

    A teacher affects eternity(永久)：no one can tell where his influence stops. ——Henry Adams

    Mrs. Barrow, room 501, room 501, I repeated to myself as I scanned the hallways looking for the room number. It was my first day fifth grade and I was really 1.

    I came to the end of the hall and found an open door. Stepping into the room, I suddenly felt out of 2. I tried to act normal, but Mrs. Barrow saw right through me.

    “Good morning, Courtni. You may pick your 3. ”

    I 4 about the room and took an empty seat near a girl named Wendy Barer. As the year slowly 5, Wendy and I became good friends. I felt no closeness to Mrs. Barrow, 6.

    Mrs. Barrow had us write a paper on what we wanted to be when we grew up. Some kids asked7. She explained that when her former students8, she liked them to come back and share their fifth-grade dreams together, as a9 of their childhood. I10right then and there that I like Mrs. Barrow.

    Then, my grandmother, who lived with us, was diagnosed with cancer and about a month later died. Losing her was 11 for me. At the funeral, I was sitting there feeling sorry for myself12 I looked up and saw Mrs. Barrow standing there. She13me by reminding   me that now Grandma had no more pain or suffering. It had never occurred to me that it was 14for my grandma this way. All I thought about was how sad it was for me.

    After the15, we went to my aunt's house to see the flowers that had been sent. My mom handed me a pretty ivy plant in a pink pot. The attached card16：

    Courtni, I'm sorry about your grandmother. Never forget, I love you. You are like one of my children.

With love,

Mrs. Barrow

    I never thought a teacher could care that much about her17：now I know. I say this with all my heart：Anyone who is lucky enough to have a teacher like Mrs. Barrow in their life, even for a short while is privileged 18words. She may not know it, but she means more to me than she'll19 know. I can only hope this gives her inspiration and20 to her a tiny portion of what she has done for me.

    To Mrs. Barrow—love you very much. You're much more than a teacher—you are like a mother to me.

    Every time I passed boys who were playing basketball, I stopped to silently watch them. I really 1them. But as a girl, I once thought that I could never play basketball.

    I like playing basketball though I'm not good at it. I've had a basketball2 I was a child. At first, I could play freely because no one3when I was just a kid. But as I grew up, it seemed harder and harder for me to enjoy basketball.

    At school, it was always the boys who played basketball during PE classes. The girls were 4allowed to play volleyball or badminton.

    My parents did not 5 me play basketball at home. "Basketball is not fit for girls," they said. 6 when I went to play basketball with my friends, boys 7 at me on the court as if I were an alien.

    I was feeling8  and had lost hope of playing basketball. 9 , something changed the first day of high school. I made some friends who also enjoyed playing basketball. They 10me to get back on the court.

    One of them told me with a smile, "Go your own11, let others talk." This girl would always play basketball with me. Even the boy who sat next to me in class talked about12with me almost every day. I was inspired by them. Confidence and passion 13to my heart. I am ready to stand up and play. I will play as well as I can, 14 for me, even the sky is boundless (无垠的).

    Basketball has become an important part of my 15. I am interested in it. I watch matches and enjoy playing almost every day. Through basketball, not only do I feel happy and confident, but also16 a lot.

    I've heard the NBA star Tracy McGrady say, "Nothing is impossible." It is from an advertisement on TV. I have 17to realize that life is just like playing basketball. You should have an18. After that, just be confident and 19 going. Never give up and you'll make it sooner or later. I love the motto of the NBA. It can 20 my strong feelings for basketball, "I love this game!"

    As my husband, Doug, stood on the busy New York city street trying to stop a taxi, I tried to protect my daughter from the cold December wind and rain. I put my head down to kiss my daughter on her 1 where veins crept up (静脉突出) the side of her tiny face.

    Frustrated and wet, my husband gave up his attempt to flag down a taxi. I knew the feeling. Just after her first birthday, we were told our daughter Katie has a 2 brain illness. Since that moment, Doug and I felt like runners in a marathon race where the finish line kept 3. We knew Katie was running out of 4. It had taken months before we finally had a name for the 5, but we were told only a few specialists in the world were qualified to knew how to 6 the precious operations. Now, as we finally found a brilliant (杰出的) doctor to 7 our girl, we were 8 in a strange city in the cold rain.

    Just at the moment, a middle-aged woman pulled over and said, “Pardon me? May I offer you a(n) 9?” Before we could say anything, she continued, “It's really no 10 for me. Just get in.” It was then that I noticed her thick Irish accent, which 11 me up like hot soup.

    We simply said, “Thanks! Roosevelt Hospital, please,” as we 12 on her car for the ride.

    “Are you going 13 the baby?” she asked us.

    I nodded my head, holding back my 14.

    At the hospital, we 15 her over and over again for the ride. As the woman hugged me, I 16 her face was wet with tears in worry. She promised to 17 for us before she left.

    After three more visits to New York and two more 18 surgeries (手术), Katie is cured. But the 19 of the Irish Angel still rang as a constant reminder of a tiny ray of light that appeared in our 20 days.