Not all love is said out loud. It wasn't until I went to high school that I 1this. In my memories, it was Mom who held the family together. Dad was harsh and 2. Every evening, coming back home from work, he would 3 me for what I'd done wrong during the day.

    When I broke my leg after I 4 a swing, it was Mom who5 held me in her arms all the way to the hospital. In dead 6, Dad pulled a gurney (医院的轮床) right up to the door of the emergency room and when asked to move it away, he jumped and 7 , "I need this gurney. Don't you think it's urgent?" His voice did frighten me.

    Recently, as I was 8 my family's photo album with some friends, one of them asked, "What does your father look like?" At that moment, it 9 me that few pictures of my dad could be found. He was always the one 10 pictures for us. This 11 why nearly all of the photos in the album were of my Mom and me.

    Familiar scenes ran through my head. At my birthday parties, he just 12 himself blowing up balloons, setting up tables and trying to make everything 13. It was Mom who carried the cake with candles on it for me to14. Dad was sitting in the comer, tired and 15.

    Studying in high school now, I only go home about once a month. On my 16, Dad remains silent 17 , but Mom always tells me that it was Dad who drove to other towns to buy fresh seafood and vegetables, saying that it was 18 as long as I could enjoy the dishes he'd 19.

    Perhaps Dad just doesn't know how to 20 love. Or, I don't know how to recognize it.

    My father was born in a small town in the US. He wasn't sure what he wanted from1, but something told him to2and begin a new adventure.

    He began that adventure traveling to cities in the US before going on to Australia, New Zealand and the Philippines.  He took my mother and us three daughters with him and went wherever the road3him.

    It's easy to feel4when you're on the road. We made lots of new friends on our trip - most of them are mechanics, since we often5hours in repair shops. But that was a way much6than sitting by the roadside while waiting for the engine to7when it was 40℃ outside.

    Getting along well sometimes seemed8. There were always a lot of9, especially among us back-seat passengers about who had to10in the middle. But even if it was hard, we learned a lot about11. When we were traveling in the Philippines, we drove to Quezon City one day. It should have been an hour's drive but was nearly three thanks to bad roads and12traffic. "Did you put our suitcases in the car?" my father asked my mother as we arrived there. From the back seat, we saw her13turn toward my father. "No," she said. "I thought you did." That was how a seven-hour car trip turned into a 16-hour one, which was mostly spent in14.

    On occasions like that, we had to learn to let go of our anger because we were15in a rolling box with the same people for the rest of the16. Even if I sometimes felt like opening the car door and17one of my sisters out, I kept my feelings to myself.

    This is why road trips were like18universities to us. We19our PHDs(博士学位) in how to get along with other people just by traveling in our old car.

If we were20given a second chance at life, we would do it all over again. Only this time would I put the suitcases in the car myself.

    Here's one touching story about two heroic teachers. When a1filled with schoolchildren went madly out of control, their teachers stayed cool to deal with the emergency. It was the quick reaction of the teachers that saved scores of lives.

    It was 6 a.m. They were 2the May day field trip. As the kids waved goodbye to their parents and boarded the bus, their teachers Tina and Kelly settled into front seats. The teachers were whispering quietly3they felt the bus switched its direction suddenly across the highway and4into the guardrail(护拦). The driver was stuck in by his seat belt and his head was just kind of hanging there.

    The children seemed frightened and screamed in5.

Both the teachers comforted their students and kept telling them to6down.

    Meanwhile, the bus ran 7down the highway at 70 miles an hour.

    In a second, Tina made her decision.8over the driver, she put her hands on the wheel and tried9to pull it back to the right.

    However, the bus didn't react as10. Instead, it was beyond Tina's11and turned over into a deep grassy valley, sending Tina through the front window of the bus. She was severely12. The bus slipped through the grass on its roof for several yards13 it finally stopped and the 14began struggling their way out through the broken window.

    Luckily,15of the children were killed. Not only had Tina droved the bus toward a safer place,16her gentle right turn also slowed down the bus speed, when it17into the valley. Obviously, she reacted properly and did an impressive job.

    Tina was rushed to the hospital for a(an)18by air. After she recovered from the operation, she returned to school, receiving cheers and praise,19she seemed embarrassed by all the attention. "I'm not a hero, I just did the best I could." she said, adding, "All those kids will be20to me, for we escaped from the jaw of death together."

    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.

    After having a child, I found my regular exercise interrupted. I was not only busy: I also lacked the motivation. Solo gym sessions or some quick1following the DVD while the baby sleeps didn't2me at all. So I decided to sign up for a hiking3in Peru, hoping that it would get me4again.

    Looking over my travel arrangements before I left. I5phrases such as "3-hour hike6primitive forests" and "sliding with a rope down waterfalls", and I started to feel a little7.

    However, as we made our way through the forests and were8with amazing views of9waterfalls, this team of strangers10me to go on. Being physically active with a group motivated me to reach the11or the valley below-rather than simply lying down on the forest floor and giving up,12I might have done if I were alone.

    13confirm my experience: Group exercise can really start a new attitude toward fitness. "People get a better14in a group than they do on their own," said Allison Kimmel, a group15instructor. That's because other people16both support and competition. "Humans are17animals and the shared experience of facing a challenge18is compelling(不可抗拒的)," said David Ezell, the CEO of fitness provider Darien Wellness.

    With the19of a group, I'm slowly getting back into a20lifestyle.

    It was a snowy day. I 1 the friend who sat with me on winter evenings, talking about our experiences and thoughts—a true 2.

    I had almost given up hope of finding another 3 like that after I 4 to this city. I wanted to invite a woman I'd met only twice to come share my dinner, 5 she lived an hour away, and it was snowing. I was sure she wouldn't 6 to come. However, I decided to have a try. So I made the 7.

    "Don't feel you have to come if you don t want to."

    "Is it snowing? I have a 8, and I'm in bed. I'll think about it later, if that's OK with you"

    "Of course it is. And here are your 9, if you decide to come. I've just been shopping, so I can 10 you macaroni and cheese or fresh vegetable salad."

    There was a 11 for a moment. She was thinking

    "Since I'm sick, not the macaroni and cheese. Too rich for a cold. I 12 the vegetables," she said, "Vegetables. If it's not snowing too hard."

    An hour before dinner, the phone rang.

    "I've 13. I've been in bed all day. Looking forward to the 14."

    I was 15.

    An hour later, she 16, holding a piece of chocolate.

    We sat by the fireplace, eating and chatting. The smell of the vegetables filled the house. And we 17 love, art and travels. Everything was warm and good.

    As she left, she said. "Those vegetables were delicious. They kept me from 18 I didn't choose macaroni and cheese."

    "Next time," I promised. And I went inside, quite 19 , because I knew there would be a next time, and I didn't feel 20 anymore."