Eight years ago, when Kyle Amber was five years old, he came face-to-face with a huge problem: His brother, Ian, ten, was diagnosed with leukemia(白血病). Their parents, Laurie and Henry, were spending much of their1with him in hospital. Kyle often felt alone and 2

    What could a kindergartner do? Not much, it seemed.3, Kyle was determined. He looked around and saw lots of kids being4for cancer and decided he could help them by helping the hospital, which was trying to5money for bone-marrow(骨髓)transplant.

    But how? Since Kyle's grandfather was in the printing business, he6bring decorative cards for Kyle, who7with the idea of selling them8. He made a large sum of momey-$80-for the hospital. His next9was a candy sale at this school, Palmetto Elementary, and it has turned into an annual10.

    And then people in Miami read about his efforts and were inspired to11to donate more money and toys, and things just snowballed.

    Within a year Kyle's idea turned into an official fund-raising organization called Kids That Care Cancer Fund. Today it is one of the12organizations in the country run by kids and13kids. It's hard to estimate just14the group has collected, says Laurie, but it is more than $100,000. As the Mayor of Miami wrote to Kyle, “ Your efforts have made a remarkable15in the lives of many suffering from this disease.”

    Never once has Kyle thought of16, because the smiles of the kids are too important. “ Basically, the entire feeling that you get is very17,” he explains. Helping other kids has taught him to be less18. And there's another thing he learns for sure: “ There is19going to be a time when you're going to have a very hard barrier,” he says. “20you overcome that, you can do anything.”

    In the United States there was an unusual tale telling of the daughter of a mechanic (技工). One day while walking along the bank of a lake, the girl 1 to see 20 eggs laid by a wild goose. After some time the girl 2 the mother would not return to her eggs and she 3to take them home. There she carefully 4the eggs in the heat of a lamp. Several days5the eggs broke and the baby geese came into the 6.

    Geese are known to take the first living thing they see as their mother.7, to these young geese, the girl was their mother.

    As they8, the girl was able to 9 her birds to run across the grass, but she could not teach them to 10The girl became increasingly worried about this, both when 11and in her dreams. Later, she had an 12: She would fly a plane to guide them I 13She asked her father for a plane and he assembled (组装) a small aircraft for her.

    Caring about 14 safety, the father decided to fly the plane himself. However, the birds did not 15or follow him, and 16slept in the grass.

    One day, the girl 17into the plane, started it and soon left the 18 Seeing their mother take to the air, the birds 19 flapped (拍打) their wings and 20. She flew the plane freely in the sky, her young birds following.

    I was born an albino (白化病人) in Pennsylvania in 1945. No one in my family had 1 known what an albino was and what it meant to be an albino.

    Like most albinos, I had terrible eyesight, but the fact that I could hardly see didn't 2 me that much. Kids would tease me, calling me “Whitey”. People3at me when I held reading material right at the tip (尖) of my 4 so that I could see it well enough. The 5 part for me was that because my 6 was so bad, I couldn't play sports very well. I didn't give up trying,7 I shot hoops (投篮) every day. And I studied harder.

    8I got belter at school and loved it. By the time I got to college, I was double 9, going to summer school and busying 10with every activity I could find. I had learned to be proud of being an albino. I did my best to make “albino” a 11 word. And I decided to make my living with my eyes and in12.

    I couldn't see very well to play sports, but with solid education and 13to do it, I could make a living 14 in the area I loved. I've done it now for over thirty years in 15and in video, and now on the Internet. People make jokes about 16 I can be a “blind editor”, but the jokes are 17,and some of them show 18.

    I was just a proud albino kid from the coal country of Pennsylvania. I now 19 that being born an albino helped me overcome difficulties, gain confidence and be proud of my personal20.

    It was Easter 2014, and my family was on a once-in-a-lifetime trip to the Solomon Islands for my sister's wedding.

    I was traveling with my husband, my four-year-old son and my daughter who was nearly two. We'd been 1 it was very hot in the Solomons, so we'd 2 lots of light cotton clothes and were wearing the same as it was summer. The only problem was that we had to catch an overnight bus that 3 airport, at midnight so we could make our early morning 4 to Honiara. It was cold on the bus! My husband and I were snuggling (依偎) our children as best we could, trying to keep them 5. The bus stopped many times as passengers got on and off, and we didn't take much 6. The little ones were 7, unable to sleep for the biting cold. Then at one stop, an older lady came forward from the back of the bus and paused by our seat. I sat forward to see what she wanted and she 8 out a small knee rug (毛毯). My little girl reached 9 for it and pulled it tight 10 her. The lady said she'd made the rug herself and, seeing that we were cold, she wanted us to use it. After she went back to her seat, our now-warm children 11 snugly (舒服地) all the way to the airport. Just a stop or two 12 we arrived, the rug lady made her way to the door to get off. I tried to 13 the children to return her blanket, but she refused. “No,” she said, “14 it. I can always make another one!”

    Over the years, that little blanket became a 15 to me and to my children of the kindness of strangers. I told the story to the children over and over and hung the rug on the end of my daughter's bed so we would see it often. That rug was handmade with the colors carefully chosen. Yet its maker 16 it to keep my family warm for a night. If ever people were bad or 17, it served as a 18 that there is goodness in the world.

    I am forever 19, not just for the warmth that night, but for the lifelong reminder of the 20 of people. That blanket has warmed my life.

    “Wanted: Violin. Can't pay much. Call …”

    Why did I notice that? I wondered, since I rarely looked at the classified ads. I laid the paper on my lap and closed my eyes, remembering what had happened during the Great Depression, when my family 1to make a living on our farm. I, too, had wanted a violin, but we didn't have the 2.

    When my older twin sisters began showing an interest in music. Harriet Anne learned to play Grandma's upright piano, 3 Suzanne turned to Daddy's violin, simple tunes soon became 4 melodies as the twins played more and more. 5 in the rhythm of the music, my baby brother danced around while Daddy hummed（哼唱）and Mother whistled. I just 6.

    When my arms grew7 enough, I tried to play Suzanne's violin. I loved the beautiful sound of the firm bow drawn across the strings. Oh, how I wanted one! But I knew it was 8 the question.

    One evening as the twins played in the school orchestra, I closed my eyes tight to capture the picture firmly in my 9. “Someday, I'll sit up there.” I vowed（发誓）10.

    Unfortunately, it was not a 11 year. At harvest the crops did not bring as much as we had hoped. I, however, couldn't 12 any longer to ask, “Daddy, may I have a violin of my own?”

    “Can't you use Suzanne's?”

    “I'd like to be in the orchestra, too, and we can't13 use the same violin at the same time.”

    Daddy's face looked 14. That night, and many following nights, I heard him 15 God in our family prayers, “… and Lord, Mary Lou wants her 16 violin.”

    One evening we all sat around the table. The twins and I studied. Mother sewed and Daddy wrote a letter to his friend, George Finkle, in Columbus. Mr. Frinkle, Daddy said, was a fine 17.

    As he wrote, Daddy read parts of his letter out loud to Mother. Weeks later I 18 he'd written one line he didn't read aloud: “Would you watch for a19 for my third daughter? I can't 20 much, but she enjoys music. And we'd like her to have her own instrument.”

    As a banker, Chip Paillex had never planted so much until he moved to rural Pittstown, New Jersey, seven years ago. 1by farms, he quickly became interested in growing and rented a 30-by-30-foot land. One weekend, he 2tomatoes, potatoes and eggplant—enough to feed his family for the summer.

He ended up with so much 3that he couldn't give it away. Thus he founded a local food 4, and by the time he delivered his last5, he had 6120 pounds of fresh vegetables.

    The following year, with a handful of 7from his church and a memorable name “America's Grow-a-Row”, Paillex planted,8,and harvested 2,500 pounds of vegetables, all of which he donated to food banks. Later he had more volunteers, rented more land and donated more vegetables.

    Paillex also 9 local school kids. On a 10Friday morning in May, 40 third and fifth graders trooped onto a freshly plowed field, each 11with a spade. Squatting or kneeling in teams of two, they loosened the dirt, then carefully12the plants .Several rows later, they eagerly lined up to seed corn under a hot mid-morning sun. Nobody 13.

    “The 14makes kids know there are people 15, says Paillex, “and it plants the seed for giving back. When they become tomorrow's 16, it will be much more possible for them to 17 their coworkers and employees to get 18 in something like this.

    “Paillex makes people want to 19,” says Colleen Duerr, a mother of two who has signed on as an 20“Grow-a-Row” member. “And families love this. Pallex has given us a way to raise our kids with a giving heart.”