There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. And he was given a slingshot (弹弓) to play with. He 1 in the woods, but he could never hit the target. Getting a little 2, he headed back for dinner.

    As he was walking back, he saw Grandma's pet duck. Just out of impulse(冲动), he let fly, hit the duck in the head, and 3 it. He was shocked and upset. In 4, he hid the duck in the woodpile, only to see his sister 5. Sally had seen it all, but said nothing.

    6 lunch that day Grandma said, “Sally, it is your turn to wash the dishes.” But Sally said, “Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen today, didn't you, Johnny? ” And then she spoke 7 to him, “Remember the duck?”

    So Johnny 8 the dishes. Later Grandpa asked if 9 wanted to go fishing, but Grandma said, “I'm sorry, but I need Sally to help make supper.” But Sally 10 and said, “Well, that's all right 11 Johnny told me he wanted to help.” And she spoke softly again, “Remember the duck?” So, Sally went fishing while Johnny stayed at home.

    After several days of Johnny's doing 12 his various small tasks and Sally's, he finally couldn't 13 it any longer. He came to Grandma and 14 that he killed the duck. She 15 down, gave him a hug, and said, “Sweetheart, I know. You see, I was standing at the window and I 16 the whole thing. But because I love you, I 17 you. However, I was just 18 how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.”

    “Whenever we do something 19, Jesus Christ sees it. He loves us and doesn't say it. My honey, do take responsibility 20 your errors and don't keep your mind suffering.” Grandma added.

    On Mother's Day, Trevor Wallace woke up early and hand-scrubbed（擦洗）a fountain. It wasn't just any fountain1 it was one that had a special 2to his family.

    15 minutes away from Trevor's campus site De Anza Community College where his beloved 3 Marilyn Rosenthal, had worked for decades. Her co-workers at the school 4 a large fountain in her honor with a plaque（匾）that says Heart's Garden: In5 of Marilyn Rosenthal.

    The fountain was 6to Trevor's mom, Sarene, who was only 36 years old when her mom died. Although she 7it, she didn't have the opportunity to 8 it. As time went on, the fountain, which is hidden under trees9disrepair.

    Trevor called Sarene that day to10 her a happy Mother's Day and told her to expect a(n)11Then he drove to De Anza Community College with his12 and two sponges（海绵）.

    When he arrived at the fountain, it was covered with leaves and13 with dirt. He started to scrub. As he cleaned, he 14 another problem: the fountain's water was turned off. Without water, the site wouldn't be15. Therefore, Trevor purchased a bottle and was pouring water on an16fountain. Completing all these things, he took a before and after17 and sent his mom two 18 emails.

    The subject line of the first email was, “Gift One: Open the first!” It was the before photo of the fountain. The subject line of the second email 19“Gift One: Part 2”. It was the after photo of the fountain. “When I opened the photos, I20into tears,” Sarene says. “He not only honored me, but also honored my mom.”

    I worried about my personal image and how I could be remembered during my boyhood. In the fifth grade, there seemed to be only one 1－to be cool. In the sixth grade, suddenly, there were two choices: be cool, or be invisible. 2 one day, when a teacher had us fill out a questionnaire with 3 questions, I found the4 option.

    Assuming the teacher would read our answers privately, I felt it was 5 to share my privacy. To my 6, she collected and redistributed (重新分发) them to us. We were asked to 7 the name and our three favorite answers to the whole class. My answers went to the meanest boy in class.

    The first question was “What's your favorite movie?” My answer was Beauty and the Beast. A laugh erupted and my cheeks 8. The next was “Where would you like to travel?” My answer was 9 special — “Wherever a book takes me.” The 10 this time had an explosive quality.

    I could11 remember what happened next; all that I had in mind was the laughter. But something amazing happened. A(n) 12 came, “Guys, cut it out.” The room went 13. It's Michelle Siever, a popular and cool girl. Then she 14, “Why are you laughing? What is the point of 15 if we just laugh at others?”

I can't remember the teacher or other kids' names, but I remember Michelle's. When she 16 for me that day, she 17 me we actually have three choices if we want to be remembered.

    Be cool, and you might be remembered 18. Stay invisible, and you won't be remembered at all. But if you stand up 19 someone when he or she 20you most, then you will be remembered as their hero for the rest of their life.

    A month ago, my friend Nick and I experienced a(n) 1 event. It was the evening of the fourth day on our hitchhiking(搭便车) trip to Morocco. We were 2 on the side of a main road in the cold 3. It was nearly dark. To our 4, there wasn't a single bit of grass where we could put up our tent. Finally, we reached a small town after 5 for about an hour and a half.

    We found a bar where we thought we might be able to 6 ourselves first. Then we would 7 where we are going. We each bought a coffee, but the barman, José， brought over some bread 8. Full of thankfulness for his generosity(慷慨), we explained to him what we were doing. He showed much interest in our 9.

    Then, we asked José if we could 10 on his floor. We were very worried he would refuse. 11, he said yes! Thinking he lived upstairs, we waited for him to lock us in 12 he could be sure we didn't 13 anything. To our surprise, he gave us the keys! He showed us how the 14 worked, said goodnight and was off.

    We all stood in 15. In only a few hours we had gone from standing in the cold rain to owning a 16 bar. All the fridges were 17 and there was a fair amount of money on the sideboard. We were amazed at how much he 18 us. Then it was a good night's sleep. The next morning, he 19 and we let him into his own bar. 20, he gave us a free meal, and then we were on our way.

    I played a racquetball game against my cousin Ed last week. It was one of the most 1 and tiring games I've ever had. When Ed first phoned and 2 we play, I laughed quietly, figuring on an 3 victory. After all, Ed's idea of 4 has always been nothing more 5 than lifting a fork to his mouth. 6 I can remember, Ed's been the least physically fit member in the family, and 7 proud of himself. His big stomach has always ballooned out between his T-shirt and trousers.

    Although the family often 8 about that, Ed refused to buy a 9 T-shirt or to lose weight. So when Ed 10 for our game not only with the bottom of his shirt gathered inside his trousers but also with a stomach you could hardly 11, I was so surprised that I was 12. My cousin must have made an effort to get himself into shape. 13, at the point in our game when I' d have predicted (预计) the score to be about 9 to 1 in my favor, it was 14 7 to 9—and Ed was 15. The sudden realization was painful. We 16to play like two mad men. When the score was 16 up, I was having serious 17 about staying alive until 21 years old, let alone (更不用说) 18 that many points. When the game finally ended, both of us were lying flat on our backs, too tired to 19. In a way, I think we both won: I the game, but cousin Ed my 20.

    Last year at the weekly classes of Eastside Academic Studies, I met some people with the whole responsibility for teaching and working. They cared deeply for the 1 of their students. One of them was the English teacher, Mrs. Roos, who taught me AP Language and Composition.

    I was first 2 with the fact her teaching would not be cookie-cutter (俗套的) style and 3 day after day. She was smart. She did not expect to teach 4 as if we were mass-produced products required to pass a certain 5. She thought we were the individuals that were in the 6 of being built for the future we would face. She spent time in knowing us 7.

    At the same time, every 8, I could see, was thoroughly investigated and analyze, so that she could give us high-quality comments and 9 proposals. In her opinion, her 10 didn't stop at the end of the school year; it stopped at the end of her students' 11. Thus, she did her work seriously.

    Mrs. Roos was not the one to give an easy A. Yet that was the work she 12 us to do. She was looking for right 13 inside of us. Additionally, she was more than willing to present a Plan B when a student needed her help, and willing to spend time outside of the 14 class when we couldn't finish the once-a-week 15.

    Because she was absolutely 16 with her students, I thought it made her 17. However, by 18 what she liked through stories and opinions in our class conversation, she 19 us. She cared for us. I summed it up like this: She gave her best to her students and I 20 the teacher like her!