Abbaye, a master artist, was ready to retire in 1392. One day, Bartoli, a rich Italian merchant,  1 him saying, "Could you 2  my portrait on my banquet room wall? It's 20 feet tall.”

    “I'm ready to retire," Abbaye shook his head,“so I'm not  3.”But seeing the disappointment in Bartoli's eyes, he   4  his mind, "Well, there's a possibility if you can find it in your  5  to allow me to explore the  6  of my abilities. Furthermore, already I can see your 7 .So I insist

that while l work your portrait stay 8  even from you!”

    “No problem," Bartoli agreed, though he thought it was  9  ，"Anything you wish, but it must look realistic．”

Immediately the master artist  10  a high curtain in front of the wall, -through which Bartoli couldn't see at all.

A week passed. "How is it coming?" asked the  11   Bartoli.

     “It's coming quite well. You see, a masterpiece  12   quite a while at least.” Abbaye answered from behind the  13   ．

Another three, four weeks passed and  14half a year went by. Bartoli lost his  15 .“Today I must see it!" he shouted.

Stepping from behind the curtain 16  surprised by such anger, Abbaye said calmly," That's fine.

You needed only to request it.” And he  17  aside the 20 - foot curtain.

          Bartoli stared at the masterpiece and then his mouth 18  open. He was obviously so angry that his eyes  19  red. So what was wrong? Abbaye had drawn to his heart's  20  for 20 feet tall. Perhaps Bartoli couldn't tolerate his abstract expression, which Picasso would have been proud of.

    Anorexia nervosa (神经性厌食症) is an eating disorder that I struggled with for most of my middle school years and a part of my high school years.

    At Riverview,1was usually a nightmare for me. As I 2 the dining hall, all the eyes would be fixed upon my bony figure. I would take my place at a table full of friends and 3 to enjoy a "normal" lunch. The 4 was that I would not always eat lunch, and that greatly 5 my friends. They would watch to make sure that I was eating properly, almost 6 food into my mouth.

    And then, I transferred to Madison High School. I decided not to tell anyone at that school about my eating disorder since I had almost 7 by that time. Strangely, I stopped fearing lunch when I started at Madison. No one knew that I had an eating disorder,8 they did not care what I ate. This 9 a huge amount of stress from my life. It was still hard for me to eat in front of others, which is 10for an anorexic, but I was able to put some of my 11 aside.

    I was thankful for the students at Riverview, but they knew me only as an anorexic. My friends cared about my health, but they 12 to care about me as a person. Truthfully, all I wanted was for them to 13 me and not to fix on my eating disorder.

    The students at Madison took the time to know who I 14 was. They had no idea that I had been an anorexic, so that a particular label did not 15 their opinions of me. I was finally 16 for my talents and achievements, not my failures. I was honored as a good student. I was no longer afraid to show my true 17.

    My days as an anorexic taught me many lessons that I would never 18. They taught me about life and how to be a better friend. I learned about the joy of 19 tasks such as eating lunch. I appreciated the people who helped me to see that there is more 20 life than having an eating disorder.

    My father was born in a small town in the US. He wasn't sure what he wanted from1, but something told him to2and begin a new adventure.

    He began that adventure traveling to cities in the US before going on to Australia, New Zealand and the Philippines.  He took my mother and us three daughters with him and went wherever the road3him.

    It's easy to feel4when you're on the road. We made lots of new friends on our trip - most of them are mechanics, since we often5hours in repair shops. But that was a way much6than sitting by the roadside while waiting for the engine to7when it was 40℃ outside.

    Getting along well sometimes seemed8. There were always a lot of9, especially among us back-seat passengers about who had to10in the middle. But even if it was hard, we learned a lot about11. When we were traveling in the Philippines, we drove to Quezon City one day. It should have been an hour's drive but was nearly three thanks to bad roads and12traffic. "Did you put our suitcases in the car?" my father asked my mother as we arrived there. From the back seat, we saw her13turn toward my father. "No," she said. "I thought you did." That was how a seven-hour car trip turned into a 16-hour one, which was mostly spent in14.

    On occasions like that, we had to learn to let go of our anger because we were15in a rolling box with the same people for the rest of the16. Even if I sometimes felt like opening the car door and17one of my sisters out, I kept my feelings to myself.

    This is why road trips were like18universities to us. We19our PHDs(博士学位) in how to get along with other people just by traveling in our old car.

If we were20given a second chance at life, we would do it all over again. Only this time would I put the suitcases in the car myself.

    I remember my first woodworking project－a small table. It was absolutely beautiful and I was so 1 of it that I looked upon it as if I had created a(an) 2. I could 3 wait to give it to Mother Winters, the administrator of our orphanage (孤儿院), as a gift. We called our female caretakers “mother”. It was the title that we used when 4 them.

    As the table legs were not 5 from the coating, we were instructed to wait a few days before taking them to the dormitories. But I was just so 6 that I couldn't wait. When I saw my chance, out the door I went like a 7, carrying my table and smiling from ear to ear.

    I was 8 it in my dormitory when Mother Winters entered. She walked over to the table and run her hand 9 the top.

    "It is very pretty," she told me. 10 when she touched the table leg, she noticed that it was still wet.

    "Were you 11 to bring this home?" she asked.

    "No, ma' am," I whispered with my head 12.

    She made me throw the table out. After she left, I got it back. There was 13 stuck all over the legs. I brushed and cried and brushed and cried, but it would not 14. I hid the table in my closet.

    A year later, I asked Mother Henderson, my houseparent (宿管员), to throw it away.

    Thirty years later at a reunion, I 15 that Mother Henderson was living nearby, so I drove up to see her. As I was about to leave, she asked me to come down to her 16 to help her get something important. I 17 her into a dark corner. She picked something up. 18 she turned around, I could see that she was holding a little table.

    Today, I look at that table with bittersweet memories but full of 19to Mother Henderson, who kept it for a young orphan who tried very hard to 20.

    Flying on a plane for the first time can be frightening. It can be extra 1 for children who have autism (自闭症). When Linda Diaz was 2 a vacation to Disney World four years ago, she wanted to make flying a 3 experience for her son, Andy, who has autism.

    She called Minneapolis-St Paul International Airport (MSP) to see what could be done. 4, the airport didn't have programs to help Andy. So Diaz 5 the family's flights and 6 drove 1, 500 miles to Orlando, Florida.

    Soon after that drive to Disney World, a program started at MSP. It is to help make flying 7 for kids like Andy. The program is called Navigating MSP. It holds 8 every month for anyone who has 9 about flying. The program is not 10 for people with autism. Airline workers help 11 get used to the airport and planes. It helps them to be less frightened of flying. When they 12 fly, they are not as worried.

    When Andy was 13 years old, his first 13 ride was planned. He went through a practice with his family. George Callow, an officer at the airport, helped the family through the safety checks. Callow said the visiting families got on a plane, 14 it was not going anywhere. It was just for them to 15.

    After the last family arrived, the pilot greeted the families over the speaker, "Welcome aboard our flight to 16." After greeting the pilot and flight attendants, passengers went to their 17. But Andy had other plans. Frightened by his new surroundings, he ran down the aisle (走廊) of the plane, 18 a way out. Volunteers suggested that Andy might be most 19 in the front row. They were 20. Once seated, Andy was quiet and kissed his mother on the face. He felt better about flying now.

    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!"