One day, a poor boy who was trying to pay his way through school by selling goods door to door found that he only had one cent left. He was so 1that he decided to beg for a meal at the next house. However, he was too nervous to say anything when a young2 opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so she brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, “How much should I 3 for that?” “Nothing.” She replied. “Mother has taught me never to accept pay for 4” He said, “Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger 5 but it also made him believe in God more because this woman was just like an angel sent by God. He was about to 6before this point.

    Years later the young woman became seriously 7. The local doctors had no idea how to cure her. They finally sent her to the big city, where 8could be called in to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly, who was 9as a doctor was called in for this case. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.10 he rose and went down through the hospital hall into her room.11his doctor's coat he went in to see her. He12 her at once. He went back to the Doctors' room and decided to do his best to save her life. From that day on, he gave special attention to her case.

    After a long hard time, she was able to leave hospital. When the bill was sent to her room, she was13 to open it because she knew that it would take the rest of her life to pay it off. Finally she looked, but a note on the side of the bill caught her attention. She read these words, “Paid in full with a glass of 14” (Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly. Tears of 15 flooded her eyes as she prayed silently: "Thank You, God. Your love has spread(传播) through human hearts and hands.

    My uncle John used to live in a beautiful little house by the sea in Atlantic City. I say he "used to" live there 1 he doesn't live there any more. He was killed two years ago. He2living there before he died. He had $60 million in the bank.

    After Uncle John's death, I came to stay in his house for a while. I had been there for two days when I3a message on the screen of the old computer. I was very surprised, because I thought the computer had been4.he message said, "You have new5!" When I read it, I thought it looked like the6of a novel. "This looks interesting." I thought, "It must be7one of Uncle John's friends." I decided I should make an answer to the e-mail to tell him or her that Uncle John was8. However, the computer would not let me9.

    Every day for the next three weeks, more e-mails kept arriving. I printed10of all of them. The story was about Jane Winterbourne, a young writer working on her first novel. She sent her novel to Jack Tanner, an old writer and asked him to11her to publish it. However, he cheated her, and published the novel himself-pretending that he had12it. The novel was very13. Tanner made a lot of money, and bought himself a house by the sea in Atlantic City. It was then that I realized that "Jack Tanner" and "Jane Winterbourne" were14names. "Jack" was15 to be Uncle John.

    Last Saturday, Tony went to see Benny. But he didn't know1Benny lived. 2the way, he stopped in front of a yellow house, and asked an old woman the3to Benny's house. "His house is not far from my house, "said the woman." It's behind the trees. But you can't get there 4. You can go there by bus. It'll5you hours to get there6 foot. ""What's7with her?" Tony thought, "I can see Benny's house from here now. It's behind the8."

    Then Tony walked to the other side of the trees. He found the old woman was9. There was a river in front of him, and he couldn't see a boat. The house was on the other side of the10.

    "You don't understand me!" I shouted. Then I ran out of the house and got on a bus. I didn't know1it was going. I just wanted to get away from home as2as 1 could.

    I couldn't3what had just happened to me. My mother, the person I believe in, had just read all of my 4 from my close friends! It shouldn't have happened to me. She read my letters and told me not to write to5any more! I couldn't6the tears from falling when I thought about this.

    Later that day, I went to my close7house.8my friend gave me a cup of water, the phone rang.

    "It's your mother," she spoke to me in a low9.

    "Tell her that I'm not here!" I replied. However, my mother heard it. "Tell her not to leave! I'll be right there!" Then she hung up the phone10a "goodbye". In fact, I should say that I was a little11. I couldn't imagine what would happen.

    But to my12, when my mother arrived, "sorry" was the first word she13to me. Her14 told me that she had been crying and her voice told me that she was really tired. "Will you forgive me?" at last she asked. I didn't know what to say. I just15her, and gave her a big hug.

    She held me so tightly. You know, at that time, I felt so warm. I really love you, Mum!