My Emotional (感人的) Experience in Jaipur

    I came to India in February 2016 to complete a volunteer practicum requirement with some friends. It was really an unforgettable experience!

Before we set off, I thought it would be a hard job,1 that I could not adapt to the poor living conditions. After arriving in Jaipur, we went straight to the hotel that the Center had 2 for us; a relief to us as we were tired from the 3. During the following days we were 4 to the city and had Hindi lessons with our guide Ravi.

    On our fourth day in Jaipur we were taken to the head office. There we were 5 for the Child Development Program and over the course we 6 two studies related to child work and child rights. We focused on the experiences of the children who were working and the 7 that pushed them into work. The experience was entirely new for me and I learned so much through the 8. The best part of the work, however, was 9 being in the communities and interacting with the children and their parents. I was 10 to a way of life completely different from my own. In spite of the poor living situations, people in Jaipur were 11. We found that the parents communicated openly with each other and they were always12 to share their own thoughts and feelings with their children. I could13 that people in Jaipur have positive relationships with their family and community members. Talking with the people there and hearing their stories was something that had a strong effect on my worldview, continuing to 14 how I understand everything around me now. I have been 15 by the people that I met through this experience.

    On the weekends I spent time in Jaipur16 the city and shopping. We were 17 enough to be there during Holi, an exciting and colorful celebration in February end or early March in India! We really 18 every minute of the life in Jaipur!

    Generally, my practicum experience with Volunteering India was extremely 19. I know that I will be thinking about everything that I saw, learned an 20 in India and look forward to the day that I can return to this amazing country.

    It was a cold winter's afternoon, Robert stopped for a moment as he crossed the bridge and looked down at the river below. There were hardly any 1 on the river. Near the bridge, however, almost  2  below, there was a small canoe（独木舟）, with a boy in it. He was not wearing many clothes, Robert 3 . He shivered（打了个寒颤）and walked on.

     4  he heard a cry. “Help! Help!” The cry came from the river. Robert looked down. The boy was  5   the water and his canoe was floating away, “Help! Help!” he called again.

    Robert was a good  6 . Taking off his clothes, he dived into the river. The 7  water made him tremble all over,  8 in a few seconds he reached the9. “Don't be afraid,” he said and started to swim towards the river bank,10 the boy with him. But at that 11 he noticed a large motor boat under the bridge. There were several people on the boat, all 12   in his direction. Robert 13 to swim towards the boat.

    “Give me a hand,” he shouted 14he got near the boat. He15  into a row of faces. “It's funny,” he thought. “They look so 16 .” Silently they helped the boy into the boat and 17  him in a blanket. But they did not move to 18  Robert.

    “Aren't you going to pull me 19  too?” Robert asked.

    “You!” said one of the men. Robert noticed that he was standing next to a large 20 . “You! Why, we were making a film and you spoiled a whole afternoon's work! You can stay in the water.”

    In the town of Swedesboro, New Jersey, 5th grade students are determined to make 2,000 paper cranes（纸鹤）by the end of the school year. Their 1 is to put smiles on kids' faces.

    The idea of 2 the paper cranes started when their 3, Tara Milward, read them the story Sadako and the One Thousand Paper Cranes in class. Sadako was 4 with leukemia（白血病）at a very young age. She 5 folding the paper cranes along with her family and friends, 6 this was a symbol of hope for Sadako to get 7 one day.

    The students of Harker School wanted to 8 Sadako's story. They began buying paper, 9 paper cranes, and decided to make 2,000! They want to send the 10 1,000 cranes to Hiroshima, Japan where Sadako lived. The next 1,000 cranes are11 to a local hospital. Wherever a paper crane is made, the students are12 that something so simple can help someone 13 hope.

    They are so devoted to the 14 that they work on it in every minute of their 15 time to help them towards their big goal of 2,000 paper cranes. To achieve their 16 goal, all of the students are coming together and working very 17. They are eager to spread the hope to their friends and families, also a 18 of this extraordinary project.

    The students are 19 by Sadako's story and are making their impossible dream come true. They hope to make a 20 around the globe to show that everyone can make the world a better place.

    Once upon a time, there was a poor man. His 1 was also very poor — a small and empty house, which was2 with spider webs (蜘蛛网). People tried to 3 coming into his house as they didn't want to come to such a 4 place. And the poor man thought that poverty (贫困) was the  5 for his unlucky life.

    Then, the poor man 6 a wise man and told him about his poverty. The man felt sorry for the poor man and gave him a vase (花瓶). “This will save you from 7,” the wise man8. The poor man took the 9 from the wise man and wanted to sell it at first and then spend the money on drinking, as usual. Besides, why would he 10 such a beautiful thing? But then he started 11 the vase carefully and decided not to take it to the market. He brought the vase back to his house, put it on the table and started watching it again.

    “It's not 12for such a beautiful thing to be empty,” the poor man thought. So he pick some flowers and put them into the vase. It became even 13. “Not good that such a beautiful thing stands next to a spider web,” the poor man 14 again.

    So the poor man started cleaning his house. He cleaned the dust, washed the floor and whitened the walls. And it became clear that his house wasn't poor, 15 rather warm and comfortable. And the poor man wasn't a poor man anymore, but a hard-working host, who had no time to think about poverty.

    "When I grow up, I want to be a mountain climber," Jack, my four-year-old son, announce. My husband, Jack and I are now 1 Cradle Mountain. Here the sky is clear and the plants are green. We don't know how our kid will progress, but we're 2 to give it a go.

    Usually some parents, me included, would 3 that bushwalking would present a great opportunity for disaster. However, we couldn't be more 4. We are swallowed up (吞没) by the 5 of the nature.

    My husband and I 6 glances (眼色) as Jack runs ahead of us. He keeps a confident and steady (稳的) 7, staying three or four meters ahead of us. Who is this kid 8 us through the bush? This can't be the same boy who won't play outside 9 someone keeps him company (陪伴).

    "Hey, look at this!" Jack cries, pointing at a 10 in a tree. "Who lives here? It may be a snake's 11." His dad and I 12 and look on, nodding and predicting (预测) who might call the tree home. Before reaching a 13, Jack is off again, keeping a distance between himself and us.

    I think about how I have often felt 14 as a parent. Frequently I find myself 15 to cross the tricky (棘手的) pass of boyhood: "Why won't this child 16? Why won't he do as he is told? Why is he so 17?" Yet, here we find ourselves in the wilderness, and the boy is showing us the 18. The world is unfolding before him, and he is crossing it with 19 and natural curiosity, and as his parents, we are only 20 on his journey, following in his size 12 footsteps.

    I don't remember the day my mother saved my life. But for her, the 1 of that day is vivid. When she 2 those events, she's thirty five years old again and I am a tiny baby in her arms.

    It was early March, but the3 wind bit like it was the depths of December. My mother 4 the blanket even tighter around me as she hurried to the 5 door. I was two months old, and that was our third 6 to the doctor that week. Each time a different face said the same words. "It's 7. Just a simple cold, ma'am." That day was no different. My mother left, feeling 8, convinced there must be something wrong with my breathing. At home, she kept me closer than normal, 9 monitoring my breathing.

    When I woke up the next day, fighting for breath, her 10 were around me with quick sureness, and I was rushed to the 11. We flew past red 12. "Breathe, Alana! Breathe!" she cried out. We reached the hospital, and her arms were around me again. "This baby can't 13!" my mother shouted. Even as doctors 14 me, her arms never let me go.

    I have grown up in Mum's arms. Today I'm seventeen, and for most people that means the times for 15 are over. But when I'm applying for colleges, I 16 at the computer screen for hours. Suddenly, I feel 17, not knowing what to do. I realize that dependence is not a(n) 18. Instead, with someone by my side, I am much stronger than I will ever be 19. I may not remember the moment my mother saved my life so long ago. 20, looking back, I see that my mother saves my life every day.