Johnny lived with his mother and father in a small town in the mountains. One day there was an earthquake near the 1. Many houses were 2. Everyone thought that there would soon be another earthquake.

    They were 3 that the second earthquake would be worse than the first. “We 4 send Johnny to a safe place,” Johnny's mother said to her husband, “Many of our friends are sending 5 children to relatives in other towns.”

    “We'll 6 him to my brother, Peter,” Johnny's father said. “He lives a long way away. Johnny will be 7 with him.”

    He telephoned Johnny's uncle Peter and asked him 8 he would let Johnny 9 with him.

    “He is a good boy,” he said. “He won't give you any 10 .”

    “11 , Johnny's uncle Peter said. 12  I'm not 13  to children. I 14  a very quiet and peaceful 15 .”

    “You won't know Johnny is in the house.” His father told him.

    16  Johnny, 17  was five, went to live with his uncle.

    Two days 18 , his mother and father 19  a telegram from Peter.

    It said, “I'm returning the child. Please send the 20 .”

    Last Sunday, I sat with Tony, my college classmate, in a well-known coffee shop in Buenos Aires, Argentina. As we1our coffee, two men entered and sat on an empty table beside us.

    They2the waiter and ordered three cups of 3, two on the table and one on the wall. We heard this order with great4and observed that they were served with two cups of coffee5they paid for three. As soon as they6, the waiter pasted (粘贴) a piece of paper on the wall saying A Cup of Coffee.

    It 7that the matter was normal at this place. However, it was something8for Tony and me. Since we had nothing to do with the matter, we 9our coffee, paid the bill and left.

    After a few days, we again had a10to go to this coffee shop. While we were enjoying our coffee, a man entered. The way this man was dressed did not 11the standard nor the atmosphere of this coffee shop. Poverty was12from the looks on his face. As he13himself, he looked at the14and said, “One cup of coffee from the wall.” The waiter served coffee to this man with15, politeness and warmth.

    After a few minutes, the man finished his coffee and left16paying. We were amazed to watch all this when the waiter 17a piece of paper from the wall and18it in the dustbin.

    Now it was no 19for us because the matter was very clear. Although the man didn't know about the one who was giving this cup of coffee to him, he would have a better understanding of the wall which had a great role between the 20and receiver.

    I have a deep wish to serve the needy（生活艰苦的）.I 1with the thought of kindness. My parents also inspired it in me by not only 2 but also showing how it's done.

    It always 3me to see the poor and homeless on streets suffering in the cold.  So one cold morning, I brought some sweaters and biscuits and put all of them in a bag and left 4 such needy people.1 wandered for miles. Then I saw the 5 One. He was an old man sitting on a street. I didn't say a word.6 ,I stood beside him quietly.  He 7 at me and asked if I had something to eat.  I was so excited that I could 8 help a person all by myself.  I brought out a sweater and a pack of biscuits and 9 them over to him. He thanked me again and again and his face lit up with 10.I sat beside him and we 11 for a while.  I asked him all about his problems. Then I 12 my search for more homeless people.

    I 13 many needy people that day. It was quite14 that l was even happier than them as I got a chance to 15 the poor.  One thing I learned from talking to all those needy people was that they never complained（抱怨）about their 16 or how unfortunate they were or how bad the life was for them. They all had the 17 0f soldiers inside them, fighting without complaining and with a 18 that some day all this would be over.

No one 19 about it, not even my parents.  1 wish to continue my act of kindness secretly in future because helping others does make me feel happy and 20

    One day I was taking a bus. The driver didn't 1 to start the bus soon because it was not yet 2. A middle-aged woman got on. Tired and sad, she told her story 3, not to anyone particular. On her way to the station, half of her 4 was stolen. The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she 5 still had some left. A few minutes later, she stopped crying, but still looked 6.

    When all the seats were taken, the driver started the engine. The conductor began to collect the fares. When she came to an old man in worn-out clothes, he 7 that he had spent all his money as he accidentally got on a wrong bus and now was trying to go home. On hearing this, she ordered the old man to 8 the bus. The old man was almost in tears as he 9 her to let him take the bus home. The driver took the conductor's side and repeated the conductor's 10.

    The woman was watching the incident. 11 the driver and the conductor raised their voices at the old man, she interfered（干涉）.

    “Stop 12 him! Can't you see he's only trying to get home” “He doesn't have any money!” the driver 13 “Well, that's no 14 to throw him off the bus.” She insisted.

    Then she reached inside her blouse, took out her 15 money, and handed it to the conductor. “Here's his fare and mine. Just stop giving him a 16 time.

    All heads turned to the woman. “It's only money,” she shrugged（耸肩）.

    She rode the rest of her way home 17 a happy smile, with the money she'd lost earlier 18. On the road of life, the help of strangers can 19 our loads and lift our spirits. How much sweeter the 20 will be when we make it a little smoother for others!

    When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a person that has not only changed physically, but mentally as well. In the three years of high school， my second year was the most1one because I had to do what most teenagers would never want to do.

    It all2 in the middle of my second year in high school. One day， my dad asked me if I had ever3going to Holy Family Catholic High School which was good at preparing students for4. After many nights of careful thinking, I5to go to Holy Family. Transferring schools in the6of high school was the hardest thing for me to do,7 , it was the best decision I could have ever made.

    I was one of the8 people at my school who had had to 9transferring to a new high school as a junior. On my 10day of school at Holy Family, I didn't know what to expect. My 11kept thinking about finding all my classes, making new friends, and wondering if people could like me. To be honest, I hated uncomfortable situations, and12I would just sit there and be quiet. But this time was13for me. I thought that now that I was in a place where no one14 me， I could be whoever I wanted to be. I decided to15the schools' soccer and track teams to try to meet more people.

    The experience of transferring schools has 16affected my life in a dramatic way. It has shaped me into a more outgoing person and a harder worker,17me to achieve more than I could have imagined. The18I have gained by attending Holy Family will 19 me throughout my life. I will have to use these skills in the next couple of years while I try to further my20by going to college.

Dora Kellert was the school's spelling bee champion, winner of the reading contest at the public library three summers in a row and the playground grand champion in chess. She was a straight-A student.

Though Dora was talented, she was no good at sports. She could not figure out in which direction to kick the soccer ball. She was no good at baseball or basketball either. It wasn't until last year, when she was eleven years old, that she learned how to ride a bike. And even then she had to use training wheels.

"I'll never be good at sports," she thought one day as she lay on her bed staring at the shelf her father had made to hold her trophies (奖杯). "How I wish I could win something, anything, even marbles (弹珠)."

At the word "marbles," she sat up, "That's it. Maybe I could be good at playing marbles." She jumped out of bed and found a can full of her brother's marbles. "Yes," she thought. "I could play marbles, and marbles is a sport." At that moment she realized that she had only three weeks to practice. The playground championship was coming up. She had a lot to do.

To strengthen her wrists (腕关节), she decided to do twenty push-ups on her fingertips, five at a time. By the end of the first set she was breathing hard. She did one more set and decided that was enough push-ups for the first day. She squeezed (握) a rubber eraser one hundred times, hoping it would strengthen her thumb (大拇指). This seemed to work because the next day her thumb was painful. She could hardly hold a marble in her hand, so Dora rested that day and listened to her brother's tips on how to shoot.

After school the next day she practiced three hours straight. After practice, she squeezed the eraser for an hour. Practice, practice, practice. Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze. Dora got better and even beat her brother for the first time.

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Time flew and soon came the big day.

Dancing home, she placed the trophy on the middle of the shelf.