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. Soon his own business 17.

    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 20.

    I often read of incidents of misunderstanding or conflict. I'm left 1. Why do these people create mistrust and problems, especially with those from other 2?

I was growing up in Kuala Lumpur in the early 1960s,3children from different races and religions played and studied4in harmony. At that time my family lived a stone's5from Ismail's. And no one was bothered that Ismail was a Malay Muslim and I was an Indian Hindu—we just6our differences. Perhaps, our elders had not filled our heads with unnecessary advice, well7or otherwise.

We were nine when we became friends. During the school holidays, we'd8the countryside on our bicycles, hoping to9the unexpected. At times Ismail would accompany my family as we made a rare shopping trip to town. We would be glad of his10

When I was twelve, my family moved to Johor. Ismail's family later returned to their village, and I11touch with him.

    One spring afternoon in 1983, I stopped a taxi in Kuala Lumpur. I12my destination. The driver acknowledged my13but did not move off. Instead, he looked14at me. “Raddar?” he said, using my childhood nickname(绰号). I was astonished at being so15addressed (称呼). Unexpectedly! It was Ismail! Even after two16we still recognized each other. Grasping his shoulder, I felt a true affection, something17to describe.

If we can allow our children to be18without prejudice, they'll build friendships with people, regardless of race or religion, who will be19their side through thick and thin. On such friendships are societies built and20we can truly be, as William Shakespeare once wrote, “we happy few, we band of brothers”.

    Every day on the way to work I drive down a street lined with pine trees. One tree in particular1 my attention. It must have suffered some 2Part of its trunk grew nearly parallel to the ground, and then in an effort to 3its own course of life. The trunk took a 90-degree turn 4 to stand tall and stretch toward the sun.

    This tree became a5for me. Each day as I drove by, I saw this bent but determined tree and I would be 6. It was a reminder to me that 7I may not have had the best start in life, I could change8 in the parts of my life at any time.

    I was planning to stop one day to get a perfect 9of my kindred-spirit (志趣相同) tree. But that week I was10. After that busy week, I still didn't take any action. Every time I drove by the tree I would11 myself, “Tomorrow, I'll stop tomorrow to take one.” Then one day, as I 12by “my” tree, I glanced over, and much to my13 I found a sawed-off stump (树桩) where that symbolic tree had stood. Gone. I had14my plan until “tomorrow” and tomorrow proved to be too15.

    A picture of a tree is not of great 16. But my lesson rang through clearly17I found out one of my colleagues had been18 with stage-four cancer. He may no longer have many19.

    What have you been putting off? What would you do today if you knew you would 20 have the opportunity to do it again? Why not do those things that you have been putting off until tomorrow?

    There was once a boy called Joseph Webb who always loved to show off how many friends he had at school. One day his 1 said to him, “Joseph, I 2 you a big bag of popcorn that you don't have as many friends as you think. I'm sure many of them are nothing more than companions.”

    Joseph 3 the bet at once. However, he wasn't sure how to 4 whether his schoolmates were real friends or not, so he asked his grandfather. The old man answered, “Wait a minute.” Then he left and 5 soon as though carrying something in his hands, but Joseph could see 6 there.

    “Take it. It's a very 7 chair because it's invisible (看不见). It's rather 8 to sit on, but if you take it to school and 9 to sit on it, you'll activate (激活) its 10 and it'll be able to tell who your real friends are.”

    Joseph, brave and determined, set off for 11 with the strange and invisible chair. At break time he asked everyone to form a(n) 12, and he put himself in the middle, with his chair. Having difficulty seeing it, Joseph tried to sit on it but he 13 the seat and fell straight onto his backside. Everyone around him had a pretty good 14.

    Wait! Let me try again, Joseph said. But again, he missed the seat, 15 more surprised looks and a few catcalls (尖叫,喝倒彩). Joseph didn't 16 and kept trying to sit on the magic chair. But he kept falling to the ground…until, suddenly he tried again but didn't 17. Looking around, Joseph saw three of his best friends holding him up. 18, many others he had thought of as friends had done nothing but make fun of him. And there, the show came to an end. Joseph understood that 19 friends were those who care for him, and not just the 20 that happened to be passing by. And someone who took joy in his misfortunes (不幸) was even less of a friend.

    My husband and I changed our front yard with something eatable, adding apples, bananas, oranges, and pomegranates(石榴).

    Every crop brought us1 to neighbors and strangers. The food was a(an) 2to communicate. Kids in the neighborhood (including our son) learned 3and gentle timing. When we had extra, we would 4it. Then, we received a powerful lesson: a gift hidden as a 5. Our first-ever crop of pomegranates had ripened(成熟).6at harvest, they all disappeared in the middle of the night. We were 7 sad and angry. Friends had fun suggesting deterrents(为摄物). One 8 suggested we post a sign to curse (诅咒) those who 9 our fruits.

   And suddenly, the 10 was clear. We did need a sign. But our sign would encourage sharing and community. Last autumn, we had a larger crop of pomegranates. We put11 a sign that read, "If you'd like one, please knock and 12 yourself, and we would be  13 to cut one off the bush for you. Cutting saves the branches and is good for future growth, so we can 14 to share pomegranates with15friends like you. Thanks, the Green Family. "

    Out of eight fruits, one pomegranate was taken, and most of others were16to new friends. This year, we won the Kindness Contest award, 17we planted three trees-a peach, a pear, and a plum. Before they fruit, I'll 18 a big sign to the yard to encourage sharing. Today. I'm happy to be a role model of 19 for my young sons and to have the opportunity to20an eatable front yard for others.

    It's common for homeless people to pick up recyclables to sell and make a living. However, it's not so common to see them 1 in a restaurant where the average meal costs $ 150. But that's 2 what happened when a man walked into Benvindo, a 3 restaurant in Belo Hori- zonte.

    According to the staff, a homeless man 4 the waiters at the front door and wanted a 5He also insisted on paying for it with the money he made by 6the cans: a single $ 50 note.

    "I thought this was somewhat 7," said Fontes, a 21 - year - old waiter. But he continued providing 8 for the man as he serves other guests. The man 9 a costly lunch, including a main dish and dessert, which 10$ 121. 80. However, when the man asked for the 11, the restaurant's owner told Fontes to ignore the charge. Instead of accepting the 12 meal, the man politely turned it down and insisted on paying.

    When it became 13 that the man wasn't ready to change his 14, the waiter agreed to charge him $ 10.

    Fontes said, "I then had to 15, saying customers could get a discount on the lunch for there was an ongoing 16, because the man had $ 50 and refused to get the $ 40 17"

    A customer there took a picture of them and shared it online, saying, " I just 18 a great example of consideration. The photo gained hundreds of 19 praising Fontes and the man. Fontes said he simply wanted to 20an act of kindness for an honest hardworking man.