Mr. Black was a wealthy businessman, but he was not 1 with life. He did not sleep well and his food did not 2with him. The situation lasted for some time. Final­ly, after a  3of sleepless nights, he 4to see his doctor. The doctor ad­vised a change of  5  "Go abroad," he said. "But I'm not good at foreign languages," said Mr. Black. "It doesn't matter," said the doctor. "It won't 6 you to talk a little less. 7 on a trip. Take plenty of exercise. Try to8 your weight. Avoid (避免) eating rich food. " Mr. Black went to Switzerland. He did not know French or Ger­man, and had to 9  himself through gestures. He attended a physical training course. The instructor（指导者） 10 him bend his knees, swing his arms, stretch his neck and shake his  11.He had to lie on the ground and  12  his right and left legs in 13.  After a time his muscles grew hard and firm. He almost14 aside his financial(金融的) worries and nearly forgot the importance of 15 more money. He even began to  16individual trees and individual birds.  He ate and slept well. 17 he returned home.  But unfortunately his18 did not19 long. Soon he was a normal businessman again, worried about his property, his profits, his savings, his success in a competitive society, and things in20.

    “Paul must have been trying to carry his waste paper to garbage can and dropped a few pieces.” I1picking them up.2later I found more pieces. No quiet sighing this time. I 3“Who is throwing garbage?” No answer. Instead, I saw more bits of paper silently floating4from upstairs. Looking up, I saw my seven-year-old son, Paul.

    “Stop making a mess.” “It's not a mess. They're5.” “Sorry, what did you say?” I hadn't heard him clearly.

    He didn't answer me. Paul has autism (自闭症) and6answers a question, especially when he's 7attentively on something else. He ran down the stairs. “Where are my other butterflies?” he asked,8around. Every time Paul 9five or more words together, my heart says a 10of thanks. But lately he seems to 11that the benefits of forming complete sentences when communicating are12of the effort.

    Butterflies. Of course. I rushed to13them from the garbage,14them off and handed them to my young artist. “Want to see them15again?” he asked with a shy smile. “Oh yes! They're beautiful.” I whispered. He ran back upstairs to float his 16down again. They really did look like beautiful butterflies.

    That day Paul 17me to look up at 18instead of down at garbage. How many other masterpieces (杰作) do I miss because I'm too caught up in my 19to take time to appreciate what's right in front of me? Life is not what happens to us. It's 20we look at it. Now, I look up.

    Robby was 11 when he took his first piano lesson.I1 students begin at an earlier age,2 I explained to Robby.Robby said it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano.So I took him as a student.

    Much3Robby tried,he4 the sense of tone and basic rhythm.But be dutifully reviewed his lessons.

    Over the months he tried and tried,and he'd always say,“My mom's going to hear me play someday.”But it seemed5.He just did not have any inborn ability.

    Then one day Robby stopped coming.I was glad,as he was a bad6for my teaching!I 7he had decided to pursue something else.

    Several weeks later,my students were to have a recital（演奏会）.To my surprise,Robby came,asking to play in the recital.

    “It is for 8 pupils,but you dropped.”

    “My mom was sick.But I have been practicing.I've just got to play!”he insisted and I agreed.

    The night for the recital came.I put Robby up just in the program9I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece.I thought I could save his poor performance through my "curtain closer".

    The recital10well.Robby came up on stage.His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked dirty.“How could his Mom...?”I thought.

    Robby began and it was Mozart's work.I was not prepared for what I heard next.His fingers even11 on the keys.After six and a half minutes he ended and people were all on their feet in wild12.

    13and in tears I ran up and put my arms around Robby in joy."I've never heard you play like that,Robby! How did you do it?"

    Through the microphone Robby explained:"Well,Miss Hondorf,remember I told you my mom was sick?Well...14she had cancer and15this morning.And well...She was born deaf,so tonight was the 16 time she ever heard me play.I wanted to make it 17."

    There wasn't a 18eye that evening.I thought to myself how much 19 my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil.However,he was the teacher,for it is he that showed me the meaning of20and love and believing in oneself.

    At the age of 53, Dr. Holden, a college president, decided to escape from university life for some time. “After being the president for too long,” he later explained, “you begin to 1 yourself and assume you have the power that you don't.” He especially wanted to learn about people who do 2 work. “I wanted to relearn things I'd forgotten.”

    Dr. Holden started his leave on a farm, 3 thirteen hours a day. After that, he planted trees in Atlanta, washed dishes in a restaurant and during the last ten days 4 a garbage collector. This unusual leave was conducted 5. Holden only telephoned his family once a week, informing them that he was healthy.

    He did have trouble seeking 6, though. He had been on the job washing dishes at the restaurant exactly one hour7 the boss came over and said, “I'm afraid you won't do. It's not your work. Sorry”. Then he 8 him two dollars. That was the first time in more than thirty years as a job 9 that Holden had heard such words. It helped him understand how a man of his age might feel when he suddenly 10 he had lost his job.

    Holden had some things to say. “A lot of my co-workers would complain when the work was too heavy,” he said, “but they'd complain 11 when there was nothing to do.” He found pride and satisfaction came 12 in the form of praise from co-workers. While pay 13, what brought the greatest satisfaction was knowing that your effort had been noticed.

    Dr. Holden returned to his post after two months of working with his hands, 14 that every young person should be required to spend at least half a year in the world of 15 before starting university studies.

    It was a cool October evening. Excitement and family members1the hall. I was only a 7-year-old girl, but I was the center of2. Finally, after weeks of preparation, I would3all my hard work in a dance of performance. Everything would be4—so I thought. I waited backstage all5 in my black tights with a golden belt. In a loud and clear voice, the master of ceremonies6that my class was next.

    My dance class was doing a routine on wooden boxes two feet by two feet, facing the7. All I had to do in the next move was to put one foot on the box next to mine and keep my other foot on my box. It really was an 8move. I was concentrating so much 9the huge smile on my face and holding my head up that I did not look 10I was going. I missed my partner's box altogether and 11.There I was standing on the stage floor when my classmates were on top of their boxes. I could hear giggles(咯咯笑) coming from the audience, and I felt the12rush to my face. I remembered my dance teacher had told us, “If you make a mistake, keep smiling so the audience will not13.I did my best to follow her14as I continued with the routine.

    When the curtain dropped, so did my15for the evening. I16bitterly, tasting the salt from the tears that streamed down my face. I ran backstage, but no one could17me down.

    Recently I realized I had been a18that night. I was 19but I fought the urge to run off the stage.20I finished the routine with a smile on my face. Now when friends and family laugh about the time I slipped during a dance performance, I can laugh too.

    Clara Daly was sat on an Alaska Airlines flight from Boston to Los Angeles. Then a flight attendant asked an urgent question over the loudspeaker: "Does 1 on board know American Sign Language?"

    Clara, 15 at the time, 2 the call button. The flight attendant came by and explained the 3. "We have a passenger on the plane who's blind and deaf," she said. The passenger 4 to want something, 5 he was traveling alone and the flight attendants couldn't understand what he needed.

    Clara had been 6 ASL for the past year and knew she'd be able to finger spell into the man's palm(手掌). So she untied her seat belt, walked 7 the front of the plane, and knelt by the seat of Tim Cook, then 64. Gently taking his 8, she signed, "How are you? Are you OK?" Cook asked for some water. When it 9, Clara returned to her seat. The flight attendant 10 again a bit later because he wanted to know the time. On her third 11, she stopped and stayed for a while.

    "He didn't need anything. He was 12 and wanted to talk," Clara says. So for the next hour, that's 13 they did. She talked about her family and her plans for the future. Cook told Clara how he had 14 become blind over time and 15 stories of his days as a traveling salesman. Even though he couldn't see her, she "looked 16 at his face with such 17," a passenger reported.

    "Clara was 18," a flight attendant told Alaska Airlines in a blog interview. "You could 19 Cook was very excited to have someone he could speak to, and she was such an angel. And Cook said it was the best trip he'd 20 had."