I often read of incidents of misunderstanding or conflict. I'm left1.Why do these people create mistrust and problems, especially with those from other2?

    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 build and20we can truly be, as William Shakespeare once wrote, “we happy few, we band of brothers”.

    During my childhood, my father's favorite sayings was “Try it!” I couldn't say I didn't like 1, whatever it might be2I tried it. Over the years I've come to realize how much of my success I3to my acceptance of those words as one of my4. My first job was just one I decided to try for a couple of years until I5what I want to do as a career.6I believed I would work for a few years, get married, stay home and 7a family, so I didn't think the job I took8that much. I couldn't have been more9  I mastered the skills of that beginning level position and I was given the opportunity to10through the company into different11. I accepted each new opportunity with the12, “Well, I'll try it; if I don't like it I can always go back to my 13position.” But I was with the same company for the past 28 years, and I've14every career change I've made. I've discovered I15a large number of different talents and skills that I never would have thought were within me had it not been for my being 16trying new opportunities. I've also discovered that if I 17what I'm doing and work hard at achieving my 18, I will succeed. That's why I'm so 19 to be a part of CareerFables.com. I think20 has come and I am determined to make it a success.

    There is one word that is often on the lips of Americans: “Sorry”.

    Once as I was walking, a young man ran by1, brushing against my handbag. Even as he 2on his way, he turned back and said “sorry” to me. Even in a rush, he didn't forget to apologize. One day, after I bought a mango, the salesman was giving me the 3, but I wasn't ready for it and a coin 4 to the ground. “I'm sorry,” he said while bending down to pick it up. I was 5why would he apologize when it is my 6 ?

7 time, I stepped on a man's foot in an elevator, and at the same time, we both said “sorry”. I thought it interesting — was it really8 for him to apologize? Later on, an American friend 9 to me that according to the American mentality, the elevator is a 10place, and everyone should be able to stand in it. After someone 11 a position in it, making it difficult for someone else to find a place to stand, isn't it necessary to express an12?

    If you go to the movies and the tickets happen to be13, the ticket seller will say, “Sorry.” Whenever one of your hopes goes14, an American will say “ sorry” as a sign of15.

    During my stay in America, I gradually 16 that when friction (摩擦) appears in daily life, Americans don't care much about who is17; If someone is18, a “sorry” is always necessary. When this happens, even if the other person is hurt, the “sorry”19 anger and human kindness is shown. Perhaps this is why I 20 saw anyone quarreling on the buses, subways or streets of America.

    I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes(糖尿病) in 2017  And then I was told that I couldn't 1for a few weeks until my blood sugar levels had 2.

    Driving was a 3very soon after diagnosis for me. I needed to get to the chemist's shop for my diabetes 4and to hospital appointments, but initially couldn't - having been told not to drive. I didn't want to be a 5 -having to ask for lifts all the time.

I found it really 6 to be unable to drive, but things settled down after that and seemed to be7 —--for a while.8, to my surprise, I had a severe hypoglycemia(低血糖) last year and wasn't able to 9it myself. I called an ambulance and was taken to 10, where I saw doctors and nurses I didn't 11as none of them were connected to the diabetes team who usually cared for me. That's where my 12began - they advised me not to drive on the basis of this 13. They told me to call the Driver and Vehicle Licensing Agency(DVLA) and 14what they'd told me to them. This 15my license being withdrawn.

    I couldn't 16 all that had happened - it seemed 17. I needed answers and 18, so I phoned the Diabetes UK Helpline number I got from their website. They 19 I was right in thinking that the DVLA shouldn't have 20 my license based on this hypoglycemia, according to the law. With their help, the DVLA sent me a letter admitting making a mistake. I got it back in six weeks.

    During my second year at the city college, I was told that the education department was offering a "free" course, called Thinking Chess, for three credits.

    I 1 the idea of taking the class because, after all, who doesn't want to 2 a few dollars? More than that, I'd always wanted to learn chess. And, even if I weren't 3 enough about free credits, news about our 4 was appealing enough to me. He was an international grandmaster, which 5 I would be learning from one of the game's 6. I could hardly wait to 7 him.

    Maurice Ashley was kind and smart, a former graduate returning to teach, and this 8was no game for him; he meant business. In his introduction, he made it 9 that our credits would be hard-earned. In order to 10 the class, among other criteria, we had to write a paper on how we plan to 11 what we would learn in class to our future professions and, 12, to our lives. I managed to get an A in that 13 and learned life lessons that have served me well beyond the 14.

    Ten years after my chess class with Ashley, I'm still putting to use what he 15 me: "The absolute most important 16 that you learn when you play chess is how to make good 17. On every single move you have to 18 a situation, process what your opponent (对手) is doing and 19 the best move from among all your options." These words still ring true today in my 20 as a journalist.

    It was a warm, sunny, Saturday afternoon some fifteen or sixteen years ago. I took my two kids to the local playground. As soon as we got there my daughter headed for the swings(秋千) and asked for a 1. I noticed another little girl 2 to get her own swing going high as I was 3 my daughter to go higher and higher.

    I walked over to the little girl and asked 4 she need help. She smiled and said "Yes!" and I soon had her feet flying towards the  5 while she laughed happily. For the next two hours I found myself pushing swings and playing games with my daughter and the little girl. By the time we headed home, I was 6tired, but my spirits was still flying 7than those swings.

    Two years later I was 8again after a long day's work. Still, I needed to9 my kids from their school before heading home. I stood in the 10 waiting area waiting for my children. Suddenly, I felt two 11arms wrapped around my legs. I looked down and there was the little girl I met 3 years before in the 12smiling up at me. She gave me a big hug before running away to 13 the school bus. As I watched her 14, I didn't feel tired any more and my spirits were once again 15with that swing.

    The love we 16 with others will find its way back to us. It will travel from heart to heart, it may take seconds or it may take17. The law of love, 18, is never broken. We will get back what we give. We will harvest what we19. The kindness we give and the joy we create will always come back to 20 us.