The journey my daughter Cathy has had with her swimming is as long as it is beautiful.

    Cathy suffered some terrible 1her early childhood. After years of regular treatment, she 2 became healthy.

    Two years ago, while Cathy was watching the Olympics, a dream came into her sweet little head—to be a swimmer. Last summer,she wanted to3 out local swim team. She practiced hard and finally 4 it. The team practice, 5 was a rough start. She coughed and choked and could hardly 6 her first few weeks. Hearing her coughing bitterly one night, I decided to7 her from it all. But Cathy woke me up early next morning, wearing her swim suit 8 to go! I told her she shouldn't swim after a whole night's coughing, but she refused to 9 and insisted she go.

From that day on, Cathy kept swimming and didn't 10 a single practice. She had a 11 intention within herself to be the best she could be. My ten-year-old was growing and changing right before my eyes, into this 12 human being with a passion and a mission. There were moments of 13 of course: often she would be the last swimmer in the race. It was difficult for Cathy to accept that she wasn't a 14—ever. But that didn't stop her from trying.

      Then came the final awards ceremony at the end of the year. Cathy didn't expect any award but was still there to  15 her friends and praise their accomplishments. As the ceremony was nearing the end, I suddenly heard the head coach 16, “The highest honor goes to Cathy!” Looking around, he continued, “Cathy has inspired us with her  17 and enthusiasm.  18 skills and talents bring great success, the most valuable asset(财富)one can hold is the heart.”

     It was the greatest  19 of my daughter's life. With all she had been 20 in her ten years, this was the hour of true triumph(成功).

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    As I walked down the hall on the last day of the school year, I watched wide-eyed as my fellow students 1their drawers into the dustbins in front of the hall. Paper flew in all directions; broken shelves were 2 everywhere.

    Suddenly, I came up with an idea: my school really needed a 3 programme. I believed that one person could make a 4so I wrote out my recycling5 As I told the schoolmaster about my 6 my heart was beating wildly.

    With her agreement and encouragement, I would 7 cardboard boxes in the library, offices and classrooms to 8 papers, magazines and newspapers.

    That night, I designed a dozen 9and planned to arrive at school early to stick them up and hand out 10to classrooms on Monday. But when I arrived, I was very disappointed－the night-watchman had 11down all of the cardboard boxes I had saved. I was so upset. I began searching for other boxes, but I met with 12 success.

    A few days later,13 my English teacher took me into the new computer lab, and before my eyes sat a 14of cardboard boxes. I am sure I was the 15 person in the world when I saw these boxes. These were the boxes that the new computers had arrived in, and they were the16size.

    I rolled my recycling rubbish bins to the dining room, stuck up my posters, and17made an announcement18 the loudspeaker, letting the whole school know they now had a(n)19 about what would happen to their unwanted papers, cans and bottles.

    Since that day, recycling has become part of everyday life at my school. Students and teachers now take active 20 to save trees and other natural resources.

    I was broke after the bankruptcy(破产) of my company and before that, my marriage also came to an end, which may be the hardest truth to me.

    Suddenly, I got 1 lost. That "one can start from nothing" thing was much like nonsense. It was never easy! So I chose to 2 myself at home. Unexpectedly, my mom came to my 3 and took me to the hospital.

    After my 4, she paid for my exercise class in a gym just to 5 my mind.

    One day, my mom was driving me back from 6. We were talking. All was well. The 7 slowly went on. And she said, smiling, "By the way, today's my birthday. No one 8 me so I thought I should just say so."

    I went 9.

    She laughed. A laugh so 10! I wanted to cry. She hadn't had a proper birthday celebration in twenty years.

    She 11 again, "It's OK. It's a little thing. But do you know what the 12 truth is? That is, love is one sided, most of the time. That's 13 most people want love but not the responsibility(责任) it14. Parents take all that responsibility. They take it 15. I promise you. They'll take it to their grave, even if they16 get it back."

    I bowed my head.

    She continued, "When you were 17, I was as heartbroken as you, if not more heartbroken 18 you. When you were killing yourself, you were 19 my body. I would always like to be tortured by the one-sided love. Very much! But I just expect you to become 20. Much braver."

    To millions of readers, Jeff Zaslow was a bestselling author. But to me, Jeff was a(a) 1 mentor（导师）who gave countless hours of his time and energy to 2 authors.

    When I was in middle school, Jeff and his family 3 near our house. At a neighborhood party, I was a 4 kid playing basketball alone. Jeff walked over, introduced himself to me. He took a true interest in getting to 5 me, asking about my hobbies. Although we had just met, I had the 6 that this new neighbor truly cared about me.

    Looking back, Jeff was the first adult who 7 me like a peer（同龄人）, and it helped me find my confidence. At the time, I had no 8 that Jeff would become a mentor to me or that I would enter the writing 9.

    Twenty years later, I decided to 10 my first book. In search of 11 on developing a plan, I 12 to Jeff. Less than three hours later, his 13 landed in my mailbox. He invited me to call him any time, day or night. He asked me 14 questions and listened to my responses.

    When I started writing, I 15 Jeff's work as a model and his personal example as a reminder of what it meant to put other people first.

    In 2012, before I finished writing my book, Jeff lost his 16 in a car accident. I missed the 17 to tell him what an influence he had on me—not only as a writer, but as a role model for how to live a good life.

    Jeff Zaslow never got the chance to give his last 18. I don't know what he would have 19, but I know how he would have made you 20 during the talk. He would have amused you with humor and encouraged you to seek for the most meaningful moments in life.

    Dale Carnegie rose from the unknown of a Missouri farm to international fame because he found a way to fill a universal human need.

    It was a need that he first 1 back in 1906 when young Dale was a junior at State Teachers College in Warrensburg. To get an 2, he was struggling against many difficulties. His family was poor. His Dad couldn't afford the 3 at college, so Dale had to ride horseback 12 miles to attend classes. Study had to be done 4 his farm­work routines. He withdrew from many school activities 5 he didn't have the time or the 6. He had only one good suit. He tried 7 the football team, but the coach turned him down for being too 8. During this period Dale was slowly 9 an inferiority complex (自卑感), which his mother knew could 10 him from achieving his real potential. She 11 that Dale join the debating team, believing that 12 in speaking could give him the confidence and recognition that he needed.

    Dale took his mother's advice, tried desperately and after several attempts 13 made it. This proved to be a 14 point in his life. Speaking before groups did help him gain the 15 he needed. By the time Dale was a senior, he had won every top honor in 16. Now other students were coming to him for coaching and they, 17, were winning contests.

    Out of this early struggle to 18 his feelings of inferiority, Dale came to understand that the ability to 19 an idea to an audience builds a person's confidence. And, 20 it, Dale knew he could do anything he wanted to do—and so could others.

    It was December 22. The bitter wind swept the countless snowflakes across my front yard. My dad was there sweeping the 1. His nose was red as a cherry. With every breath he took, a white puff 2 into the air.

    Inside, my mother was 3 the last of the boxes. As I entered the front door, the 4 that after today I wouldn't enter through that door 5 again burned a hole in my stomach. I picked up my dog and sat Indian style with him in my lap on the 6, wooden floor. I had no 7 but to sit on the floor, for there was no longer any furniture occupying my house. I sat there in a daze (恍惚), just 8. There was no reason for my parents to make me, a once 912-year-old kid, 10. I had two best friends right across the street; I did well in school and I always kept my room clean. 11, this was "my house". By no means did I want a couple of 12 living here. These recurring (重复) thoughts danced around in my mind and I couldn't find a(n) 13.

    Out of the front window I could see the orange top of a truck pulling in the cleaned driveway and I knew it was the other U-Haul. Instantly three men came 14through the back door like World War III was starting.

    I watched 15 as the men, my mother and my dad loaded the truck. My dog even winced(畏缩)as he stared out of the window. I wondered if he was 16, too, or if he just wished to play outside in the snow.

    My mum came in, looking solemn(凝重)for my sake, I imagined. She turned 17 the overhead light, put the 18 in my arm and followed me out of the back door. A totally 19 feeling filled my inside. For the first time in my life, I wondered what 20would be to me tomorrow.