Virak Mao moved from Cambodia six and a half years ago. He was an exciting and 1 12-year-old boy，looking forward to his new life in Canada but fearful he wouldn't make friends, 2 since he didn't speak English. What great progress he has 3 since then.

    First of all, he got over those early difficulties and 4 friends. Mao not only mastered 5 but won the Grade 9 French award. At school, he 6 to organize school events. Mao also 7 at school, such as cleaning the library and helping others . Mao had wanted to be an engineer 8 after struggling with chemistry, he discovered a new passion for 9. At his Buddhist temple, Mao is a leader and 10 those who came to Canada for the first time to work hard. He also 11 in cultural dancing with other temple members, donating any 12 they raise back to the temple to buy supplies for the poor. Since the summer of 2011, he has held a job at a clothing store to help 13 his family. In June, Mao 14 from C.W. Jefferys and is now in the business management program at Ryerson University.

    He is also the first winner of a new scholarship 15 by the Graduate Business Council with the purpose of helping a student, 16 wants to improve his community and in 17 of money. Awarded the scholarship in June, Mao spoke about the 18 of the award. “I was so excited. It was a huge relief for me,” he said, adding he would buy textbooks and school supplies with the award. “I am really 19 they raised this money to award me the scholarship. I just have no words. Anyone who works hard gets well 20.”

    I was tired and hungry after a long day of work.

    When I walked into the living room, my 12 -year-old son 1 up at me and said, “I love you.” I didn't know what to say. For several 2 , all I could do was to 3  there and looked down at him. My first thought was that he must need 4  with his homework or he was trying to 5  me for some news. Finally I asked. “What was that all about?”

    “Nothing.” He said, “My teacher said we should 6  our parents that we love them and see what they say. It's 7 .”

    The next day I called his teacher to find out more about this “experiment” and how the other parents had 8 .

    “Basically, most of the fathers had the 9  reaction as you did.” The teacher said, “When I first 10  we try this”, I asked the children what they thought their parents would say. Some of them thought their parents would have heart trouble. “The 11  is,” the teacher explained. “feeling loved is an important part of 12 . It's something all human beings 13 . What I am trying to tell the children is that it's too 14  we all don't express those feelings. A boy should be 15  to tell his dad that he loves him.”

    The teacher, a middle-aged man, understands how 16  it is for some of us to say the things that would be good for us.

    When my son came to me that evening, I held on to him for 17  second. And just before he 18  away, I said in my deepest, most manly voice, “Hey, I love you, too.”

    I don't know if saying that made either of us healthier, but it did feel pretty good. Maybe next time one of my children says, “I love you.”, it would not take me a whole 19  to think of the right 20 .

    A little girl grew a 40-pound cabbage, feeding 275 people. Now, she's 1it her life.

    Most children have2such as playing outside and swimming with friends. But this little girl has a hobby that's3from all of her friends. And it was this hobby that has4her to be able to help her community.

    5Katie Stagliano was around 9 years old, she was given a class project to 6her first cabbage in her home garden. It didn't even take long to7and begin to grow. As friends came over, they pointed out it is8than any of theirs. They asked her what she had 9and she just told them that she watered it every day. But it didn't 10long for it to grow bigger and bigger. It grew so large that the cabbage11weighing 40 pounds! Kate then decided that she could use this cabbage to do something12for the community. So she took the huge cabbage to a local soup kitchen, where they13 it with ham and rice. Because of her cabbage, 275 poor people were14

    She began to realize that15and helping people are what she likes to do most. So, she decided to16her first garden on the land.

    Katie is now 18 years old, and has set up her own non-profit organization called “Katie's Krops” with the17of her family friends. She has 18over 200,000 dollars! And there're over 100 “Katie's Krops” in the US. She   19gardening and loves encouraging other children to experience the20of gardening as well.

    My earliest memory of Dad was grabbing his hand while we walked together. As I grew1I remembered my father and I listened to basketball games on the radio. I always fell asleep2the game was over. When I woke up in the morning, the score sheet with the3score on it would be lying 4me.

    On cold mornings my father would bring his bread truck by the house. I used to ride on the floor of that bread truck5he delivered the bread to the stores. The6and the warmth from the bread made my mouth water and kept me warm.

    My father would7all my games. One night before an important game my father told me8that he wouldn't be able to watch the game because he had to deliver the bread and it was a three-hour9from his route. The next day as the game time approached, I thought about my dad. I happened to look across the field and10saw his bread truck pulling into the stadium. He managed to11it to the game.

    Years later I became a teacher. I'd never forget the voice on the phone early one morning telling me Dad had just been 12in a traffic accident. I could hear my heart13in my ears. I14the phone and went back to my bedroom. After that, nothing really15to me. I still taught in school16I couldn't focus on my teaching. One day, I was on the playground when a little boy walked up to me and17my hand. His hand held mine the same way I used to hold my father's by the last two18.At that moment I found my 19in life again. You see even though my father was gone, he left something with me. He left me his smile, compassion and touch. My purpose was to use those20as he did. From that day on I started.

Before I came to college, I was sure I knew all about it, since I had met some college students and had seen more than my share of old "college" movies where the 1 belonged to "playboys" and the heroines to sophisticates(圆滑世故的人）. But, now, after one semester as a college student, many of my old ideas have2 completely.

    I used to imagine bossy upper-classmen, for example. I thought they would be know-it-all rulers of the campus who 3 freshmen for fun. I pictured being 4 to the wrong classrooms, being ignored. But, in fact, the upper-classmen turned out to be quite 5. They offered to help me and inspired me to6 my tough courses.

    The upper-classmen weren't the only ones I worried about. I was also 7 about the other freshmen. I was afraid they might think I was too fat, too shy, too 8, or even too dumb to bother with. 9, I was wrong. When I finally got to college, I discovered that most students felt exactly as I did. They were as uneasy with me as I was with them, and as we started to open up, we began to10 one another. We began to become curious about each other's backgrounds and interests; the differences among us actually became11.

    I changed my mind about other things too. I had 12 homework to be a book-filled nightmare, which would keep me from meeting 13 dates. I did have some 14 tests; I did break out in a clammy sweat, and 15 a stomach upset and a gigantic headache, but contrary to expectations, I passed all of my exams with good grades.

    I've always been 16. Then if the worst happens, I'm just ready for it. I have planned to live 17 this principle before. But after this, I know not all schools would be the same. This one 18 to be much better than I thought it would be — a good 19 in not jumping to conclusions. No doubt my 20 toward college will shift still more as I go on, but I know I'll never be as negative as I was before I got to college.

    This was one of my experiences at work. When I was1, I was working for a large international company which had its head office in London. I was working in the2department.

    The company had a training centre which was just outside London. Different courses were3there throughout the year and I4go on one training course a year. These usually started5a Sunday evening and lasted six days.

    Once I was6a week's training course with about forty7sales people. I was in the bar on the Friday evening and suddenly a woman who was 8behind the bar asked me a curious question. "I hope you don't 9my asking," she said, "But I've been 10 about it all week. Have you got a sister11Mary?" The woman's name was June, and she used to do various jobs at the training centre. She worked in the office, she organized all the food and drink for the centre and she worked in the bar at lunchtime and in the evening.

    My answer12June's question was "Yes", and June said, "I thought 13. I met her last September when she was organizing a course here." At that time, my sister was working for14company but in a different part of the country. That was15she came to be at the training centre.

    16 surprised me was how June guessed we were brother and sister. Three things made it even more17. First, she had met my sister six months before she met me. Second, they have about sixty new people every week at the training centre. So about one thousand five hundred people had18the centre in those six months. And 19, my sister is married, so she doesn't have the same family name as me.

    We're not 20, but I guess we must look quite like each other.