Cheating happens a lot in our city. It can be hard to know who is really in 1 and who is trying to take advantage of other people's   2.

    Recently, I was finishing my work at home3 the dog barked letting me know that 4 was at the gate. I rushed to see who it was and there I saw a 5 weak woman in her late fifties.

    I said to her, “May I ask what you6?”

    She 7, “Hello, my name is Parvathy. My husband and I live nearby. We earn our living8working at construction sites. A few days ago my9 fell off the stairs while 10 a heavy load. He is 11hurt and hasn't been able to 12for the past five days, so we have no food. Now he is at home in bed with a high fever. Please help me! I need to take my husband to a doctor!”

    “Oh!” I said. “Please13here.” I went into the room. I felt really bad about her 14but ...Was she telling me the15or trying to cheat me out of my money?

    Finally, I 16 to help her. But first I said a simple prayer, “Dear Lord, you know17 I earn my pennies, so please make sure that my hard earned money helps those who 18 need it.”

I went out with a fifty note and19 it to her. The moment she got the money she broke down in tears. She took my hand and said, “Thank you so much!”

    I was so 20, and turned back to my work smiling.

    I woke up the other day to a phone call from a taxi driver. He had my friend's cell phone, and told me that my friend had1it in the cab the night before.

    It was a rainy2, which for cab drivers is a very busy time. The cab driver asked where he could3the cell phone off. I told him the cross4where I lived. I quickly got dressed and told him that I'd5him on the comer of the street.

    The driver drove all the 6from Queens to deliver the phone without 7. When I met up with him, I 8 and blessed him for having such a kind and beautiful9. I was so happy for my10because of this man's kindness! My friend had11 moved here and I could only imagine how 12 his cell phone was to him! I further asked the taxi driver if I could get his 13, so that my friend can thank him as well. He said my 14 and gratitude were all that he needed and drove off.

    I emailed my friend telling him I had his15and later that day I met up with him to tell him how I had16it. My friend said he couldn't believe such kindness should17in this big city. He told me he could not18to pay it forward.

    I was so 19 to see the kindness that happened early that morning. It just made my20!

    I went with some colleagues from my office for a dinner in a very popular local restaurant. It was 1 business time and the restaurant was crowded. We 2found a table in a comer for three of us.

    As soon as we sat down，we heard a crash when a cleaning boy 3the floor with all the plates he was carrying. There was 4 and no one was saying or doing anything.

    In a flash I remembered mv 5 many years ago. Once, I 6 in the airport because 1 had rushed there on my own on an empty stomach. I was picked up and taken care of by two 7. Now this was my chance to 8 it forward.

    I ran to the young man's side immediately, turned him on his back and screamed for someone to 9 a hot drink. Soon people started asking if I was a doctor. I said I was not, 10 I was skillful at blacking out（晕厥）.

    The kid soon opened his eves, 11what had happened. I12 him by saying it was OK and I had had a 13 experience. He had not eaten anything. I held the 14drink to his mouth till he finished it and sat with him till he felt OK. By then the 15 had arrived. I asked her to give the kid something to eat. I offered to pay.

    The manager was kind enough to refuse the 16 and agreed to make sure the kid ate before he went home. By the time all this was 17 it was getting late for my colleagues. We hadn't 18 anything yet，so they decided to go home.

    I slowly walked home, not hungry any more, feeling 19 for the opportunity I pay forward the 20 I had received many years ago.

    Martin Henfield talks about some of his 1 as a twin: when we were small, my mother dressed us 2 the same clothes. That was bad enough and we didn't like it. But we went on our first camping trip, it was even 3. We were only ten years old, and while 4 went into their sleeping bags for the 5, we were not happy to snuggle inside a double sleeping bag my mother made for us.

    At school our classmates 6 us Henfield One and Henfield Two, so people 7 even see our difference according to our initials because 8 of us were M.H. It was only when I went to college and began to have my own friends that I started to feel my own freedom of identity(身份).

    Before I went to college, during my secondary school 9, I 10 a job on a building site. My twin brother, Mike Henfield, didn't work. One day I asked my boss, "Can I have a week 11?" "Certainly," he said, "but you won't have the job when you 12 back." I didn't want to 13 the job. So on Monday morning, Mike went there in my 14 , jacket and hat and he worked for me for one week. 15 of them knew the difference.

You can't imagine how crazy I was about football when I was young. For years my life followed a(n) 1: I slipped out of the house, played football until dark and instantly I was infected with malaria. Football was so appealing that I was willing to 2 anything —injuries, punishment, and even sickness—to play it. Soon enough, my mother would rush me to the Sijuwade Hospital. There, the doctor said I needed to be 3 .

My dad often spent the night with me in the hospital while my mother 4 my sister at home. Then came the happiest 5 when my father told me wonderful stories.

My father was a(n) 6 storyteller. In the hospital, he would tell me a story or two, or, sometimes, if he was not too tired, many in response to my request. He 7 bicycle sounds and the howl of the wind so vividly that the pictures would never 8 from my mind. So happy were these moments that I sometimes wished to   9 my hospital stay.

Because of my mom's strict supervision, it became 10 difficult to steal out. No longer sick, no more stories. 11, I broke into my father's room one evening.

"Dad, you tell me stories only when I'm sick."

My father laughed, "You are already eight and can read by yourself!"

He 12 me a book and said, "Go and read that. It'll tell you stories."

I remember that night clearly. I opened the book and read what turned out to be the most 13 story that I had ever read.

What I discovered that night 14 my life. I became thirsty for books and became a voracious（求知欲强的）15 . I read in the mornings, at nights and in between. Through reading, I felt as though I were on the magical journey to the endless.

My mother has taught kindergarten for 39 years. She used to collect and wash old tennis balls. 1 my father drilled holes in each one. Once my dad finished them，the balls would fit 2 onto the feet of a standard school chair and 3 the annoying noise that let out every time kids moved the chairs. When you are in 4 of a classroom filled with kids who have never been to school before and turning them into students, the little things 5.

One day, a boy was transferred (转学) into my mom's 6. He had a long record of misbehavior, including eight suspensions (暂时停学) from his 7 school. His teacher still remembered being 8 about how he would influence her classroom. However, my mother welcomed him with a smile and kindly 9 the rules and expectations for her class. The next day, he 10 directions with, "What are you going to do if I don't do it?" My mother still smiled at him. She explained that she was there to help him and 11 he could do well. Day after day, she praised everything he did that was 12. It was a few tiring months but well worth the 13. He gradually turned into one of the best students that year.

By 14 a loving heart with right classroom management measures, teachers can do 15 in a single school year.