I was required to read one of Bernie Siegel's books in college and was hooked on his positivity from that moment on. The stories of his unconventional1 and the exceptional patients he wrote about were so  2 to me and had such a big  3 on how I saw life from then on. Who knew that so many years later I would look to Dr. Bernie and his CDs again to  4my own cancer experience?

I'm an ambitious 5, and when I started going through chemo (化疗) , even though I'm a very 6person, I

lost my drive to write. I was just too tired and not in the 7. One day, while waiting to go in for 8 , I had one 

of Dr. Bernie's books in my hand. Another patient9 what I was reading and struck up a conversation with me 10

he had one of his books with him as well. It  11that among other things, he was an eighty-year-old writer. He 

was12a published author, and he was currently 13on a new book.

     We would see each other at various times and 14 friends. Sometimes he wore a duck hat, and I would tell

myself, he was definitely a(n)15of Dr. Bernie. He really put a 16on my face. He unfortunately  last17 year due to 

his cancer,18 he left a deep impression on me and gave me the  19to pick up my pen again. I  20to myself, “If 

he can do it, then so can I.”

    “Mum ,can I invite my classmate Brett over to stay tomorrow night, please? It's Friday ,and we don't have any,Can I1 please?”Mum was sitting at the kitchen table. Dad was2next to her, resting his head on his arms. Mum could3that James wanted so badly to have his friend over.

    “I'm so sorry, James,”she said.

    “I'm never allowed to have friends come to the house? Why, Mum?”James asked sadly ,almost in4

    “I know it's5for you,”Mum said softly.“But I'm just worried other people might think we're a little... strange. And then they would make fun of you.”

    “No, they wouldn't, Mum,”James protested.“We're not6at all. We're just ordinary people.”

    Mum sighed heavily.“To tell you the truth, James, my neck has been so painful that it's given me a heavy7And your poor father—he doesn't feel8He really needs a rest.”

    “I can help, Mum!”James said.“9I can make you and Dad feel better ,can Brett come over? Please?”

    “Well...”Mum began.

    “Great !Thanks, Mum!”James almost shouted.“Just sit there ,don't move.”He rushed over to the kitchen drawer and10what he needed—two spanners(扳手).“Hang on, Mum,”he said.“This won't take a second.”After some11, James was finished. With a smile of12on his face he said,“There! How does that feel? ”“Oh, James,”Mum said.“That's much better! How did you do it?”

    “Easy,”James said13“Dad had tightened your neck bolts(螺栓)too much! I just14them slightly !I learned that in robotic science at school.”

    “What about your father? Can you15him?”asked Mum.

    “I'll try,”James replied. He16up Dad's hair at the back of his neck , and plugged the electric wire into Dad's head. Then he turned the17on. Dad opened his eyes and18immediately .“ He just let his19run too low ,that's all,”James said,“Shall I tell Brett to come over straight after school tomorrow?”

    “I guess so,”replied Mum.“Your friends will just have to20that we are a very unusual family. Thanks, son!”

    Lana sat next to Grandma. She enjoyed looking at the old photo album. "Who is this?" she asked, 1 at a picture. It was of a small girl with a wild 2. She had a big gap (豁口) between her front teeth.

    "That is your mother when she was about your 3. We thought her front teeth would never come," said Grandma.

    Lana laughed. "She 4 funny with those teeth 5."

    "Yes, she did," smiled Grandma.

    "Did the tooth fairy take her teeth too?" asked Lana.

    "We liked to pretend she did," said Grandma. "She put the 6 under her pillow and went to sleep. The next morning there would be a coin in that place."

    "What really 7to the teeth?" asked Lana.

    "Well," said Grandma. "Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I kept 8."

    "You did?" asked Lana. "Why?"

    "They helped remind 9 of your mother and her sisters10they were growing up," said Grandma.

    "Do you 11 have them?" asked Lana.

    "I have not 12 of them for a long time," said Grandma. "I would have to 13."

    Lana jumped 14 from her chair. "Can we look now?"

    Grandma 15 and led her to the kitchen. She 16 one of the upper cabinets and began to 17. She pulled out a box of bandages and many bottles of medicine. There was even a jar of seeds.

    "I do not think they are here," she began to say. "No, wait. Here they are!" Grandma 18the bottle in the air and the teeth clinked inside.

    They 19 at the kitchen table. Grandma poured out the 20 onto a plate.

    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.

    Last July, Angela Peters rolled her wheelchair into a nail salon (美容院) at the Walmart shopping center with the idea of 1 her nails. But Peters, who has cerebral palsy(脑瘫), was 2 because the salon was afraid it would be too difficult to properly paint her nails, given that her 3 shook. What was meant to be a day of beauty 4 for Peters was now a disappointment.

    5 nearby was Ebony Harris, a Walmart cashier about to go on her 6 . Harris recognized Peters as a Walmart 7. "She's just like you, me and anybody else." Harris told ABC News, "She wants to look 8. So why can't she?"

    Harris approached Peters. "Do you want me to do your nails?" she asked. A smile 9 across Peters's face. "Yeah!"

    Harris 10 Peters into the beauty section, where they shopped for nail polish. They 11 on a bright blue—a color that would 12 every eye. They then made their way into a(n)13 McDonald's, found a table for two, and set up shop. Harris 14 took Peters's hand into hers and carefully began painting her nails.

    Watching it all with 15 was McDonald's employee Tasia Smith. What 16 her most was the ease and gentleness displayed by Harris, all the while 17 as if they were old friends. Smith was so taken by the 18 that she wrote about it on Facebook: She was so 19 with her. Thanks to the Walmart worker for making this beautiful girl's 20 ! And Peters wrote, "When people do us wrong, we should learn to forgive!"

Two weeks earlier,my son,Ben,had got in touch.He'd moved to England with his mum when he was three and it had been 13 years since I'd 1 seen him.So imagine my 2 when he emailed me saying he wanted to come to visit me.

I was 3 !I arrived early at Byron Bay where we were supposed to 4 .The bay was 5 in sunshine,and there was a group of kayakers around 150m off the shore.Getting a little 6 ,I realized one kayak(皮划艇) was in 7 ."Something's not 8 !"I took off my T-shirt and 9 into the water.I saw there were two instructors on board and a man lying across the middle.He was 10 violently.Linking arms with one of the instructors,I helped 11 the young man out of the water.He was unconscious and as I looked at his face,something 12 to me.Those brown eyes were very 13 ."What's his name?"I asked the instructor."Ben,"he replied,and immediately I 14 .That stranger was my son! 

The instructors called an ambulance.15 ,after a brief stay in hospital,Ben was well enough to be allowed to 16 and later the family met up for dinner.We chatted about everything and then Ben 17 to me."I just want to say thank you,"he said."You 18 my life!"

I still can't believe what a 19 it was.I'm just so glad I was there 20 to help my son.