“Paul must have been trying to carry his waste paper to garbage can and dropped a few pieces.” I1picking them up.2later I found more pieces. No quiet sighing this time. I 3“Who is throwing garbage?” No answer. Instead, I saw more bits of paper silently floating4from upstairs. Looking up, I saw my seven-year-old son, Paul.

    “Stop making a mess.” “It's not a mess. They're5.” “Sorry, what did you say?” I hadn't heard him clearly.

    He didn't answer me. Paul has autism (自闭症) and6answers a question, especially when he's 7attentively on something else. He ran down the stairs. “Where are my other butterflies?” he asked,8around. Every time Paul 9five or more words together, my heart says a 10of thanks. But lately he seems to 11that the benefits of forming complete sentences when communicating are12of the effort.

    Butterflies. Of course. I rushed to13them from the garbage,14them off and handed them to my young artist. “Want to see them15again?” he asked with a shy smile. “Oh yes! They're beautiful.” I whispered. He ran back upstairs to float his 16down again. They really did look like beautiful butterflies.

    That day Paul 17me to look up at 18instead of down at garbage. How many other masterpieces (杰作) do I miss because I'm too caught up in my 19to take time to appreciate what's right in front of me? Life is not what happens to us. It's 20we look at it. Now, I look up.

    Abbaye, a master artist, was ready to retire in 1392.One day, Bartoli, a rich Italian merchant, 1him saying, “Could you 2 my portrait on my banquet room wall? It's 20 feet tall.”

    “I'm ready to retire，” Abbaye shook his head, “so I'm not 3.” But seeing the disappointment in Bartoli's eyes, he 4 his mind.“Well, there's a possibility if you can find it in your 5to allow me to explore the6of my abilities.Furthermore, only I can see your 7.So I insist that while I work your portrait I stay 8—even from you！”

    “No problem，” Bartoli agreed, though he thought it was 9.“Anything you wish, but it must look realistic.”

    Immediately the master artist 10 a high curtain in front of the wall, through which Bartoli couldn't see at all.

    A week passed.“How is it coming？” asked the 11 Bartoli.

    “It's coming quite well.You see, a masterpiece 12 quite a while at least.” Abbaye answered from behind the 13.

    Another three, four weeks passed and 14 half a year went by.Bartoli lost his 15.“Today I must see it！” he shouted.

    Stepping from behind the curtain 16 surprised by such anger, Abbaye said calmly, “That's fine.You needed only to request it.” And he 17 aside the 20­foot curtain.

    Bartoli stared at the masterpiece and then his mouth 18 open.He was obviously so angry that his eyes 19 red.So what was wrong? Abbaye had drawn to his heart's20 for 20 feet tall.Perhaps Bartoli couldn't tolerate his abstract expression, which Picasso would have been proud of.

    I was walking down a dimly lit street late one evening when I heard1coming from behind bushes. 2 I slowed down to listen and panicked when I realized that what I was hearing were the sounds of a struggle. Only yards from where I stood, a woman was being attacked. Should I get3? I was frightened for my own safety, and I hated 4for having suddenly decided to take a(n)5 route home that night. "What if I'm hurt too? Shouldn't I just run to the nearest phone and call the police?" Although it felt like a century, my thought process had only 6seconds. But already the cries were growing7I knew I had to act fast. "How could I walk away from this?" I asked myself.

    "No", I finally resolved, I could not turn my 8 on the fate of this unknown woman, 9it means10 my own life. I am not a brave man, nor am I11. I don't know where I found the moral courage and physical strength, but 12I had finally decided to help the girl, I became suddenly changed.

    I ran behind the bushes and13the attacker off the woman. Struggling, we fell to the ground, 14we fought for a few minutes until the man jumped up and escaped.15heavily, I got to my feet and 16 the girl, who was sobbing behind a tree. In the darkness, I could certainly 17 her trembling shock. Not wanting to frighten her any further, I at first spoke to her from a 18. "It's OK," I said soothingly. "The man ran away. You're safe now.''  There was a long pause and then I heard the words, uttered in 19. "Dad, is that you?" And then, from behind the tree, 20 my youngest daughter, Katherine. God has a way of allowing us to be in the right place at the right time.

    Growing up in Kenya was amazing because I learned so much, though the poverty and lack of resources were sometimes frustrating. I knew I didn't have much, but I was 1.

    There was only one thing I wasn't happy with: 2. I wanted to go to high school and university. I had the drive, the will and the grades, 3 I didn't have the resources. Even 4 things like food, water and shelter weren't readily available. Young people in poverty have little or no 5 to high schools and universities. Where I lived, it was challenging 6 someone helped. When I left primary school, I was in the same 7 as many other poor disadvantaged youth. 8, during that year, a charitable high school for girls, Starehe Girls Centre, was 9 and I received a scholarship. Today, I am 10 record as being the first student to be enrolled in this school.

    In 2006, my school 11 The Global Give Back Circle, a not-for-profit organization for 12 disadvantaged girls to complete their education and gain 13 skills. After graduating from high school, I was given access to a nine-month IT course. 14, its give-back attitude had taught us to not only care about ourselves but other people. With this in mind, 10 of us created a website called "Hey Sister, Get Clued-Up". Through this educational website, aimed at networking 10,000 African 15 worldwide, all Sisters commit to sending information to their villages. This can be to 16 financial freedom, advance information17 to health issues and provide knowledge about social networking behavior.

    "Hey Sister  Get Clued-Up" is only 18 to those girls who can access the Internet, which highlights the huge challenge in 19 the divide between the haves and have-nots. But our plan is that these girls will 20 what they learn to other girls through "the power of their voice".

    When we finished eating, I quickly grabbed (抓住)the check and 1 to pay. Before I could get to the counter(结账处)a man 2 me over to his table, saying "I know you saw 3 at you and I'm sorry if it made you4. It's just because you look like my old classmate 40 years ago." Then he asked if we would be with them for a few minutes.5, Danielle and I sat down. We talked for about 10-15 minutes and then I 6 I had something 7 to do. As I stood up to leave, the man 8 across the table and took my 9 out of my hand. Before I could explain, he said "I would really like to 10 this meal for you." He continued," The only thing I ask 11 is that some day when you can help others, please pass on the 12."

    As I walked to my car 13 what just happened, Danielle started jumping up and down with 14 , saying, "Mama, now we can get a Christmas tree!" 15 , we bought a Christmas tree for $8.97, which I still have today. I never put an angel (天使)on the top because it has a 16 one! Although I never met that man again 17 the years, there's hardly a day that goes by that I don't think of his 18 .He was right. I have been able to pass it on. I became a speaker and passed on his 19 to as many people as I could reach.

    Whether he's divine (神圣的)or not doesn't 20. I still think of him as a guardian angel.

Earlier this year Rodney Smith Jr. made headlines when he drove eight hours from his home in Huntsville. Alabama, to cut the lawn for an elderly soldier in North Carolina who couldn't find anyone to help him with his yard work.

That wasn't the first time the twenty-nine-year-old Bermuda native had gained such attention. To do his good deeds, Rodney often finds leads for those in need through social media.

Back to one August afternoon in 2015, Rodney Smith Jr. was driving home. That's when Rodney saw an elderly man struggling to mow his lawn. He would take a couple of shaky steps, using the handle to stabilize himself, pause, then slowly push the mower again. Rodney decided to help. Mr. Brown thanked him greatly, and Rodney went home feeling satisfied.

Sitting at his computer to do his homework, Rodney couldn't get Mr. Brown out of his mind. There must be many Mr. Browns out there. He went online and posted that he would mow lawns for free for senior citizens. Messages flooded in.

One day a cancer-battling woman said she wasn't having a good day. Rodney decided to do more than mowing lawns. After he finished mowing, he knocked on her door. "You're going to win this fight, Madam", he said. Then he asked folks to pray for her on social media.

Word of Rodney's mission spread. A grandmother in Ohio said he'd encouraged her 12-year-old grandson to mow lawns. He got a letter from a seven-year-old boy in Kansas. "Mr. Rodney, I would like to be a part of your program, and I'll make you proud," he wrote.

That gave Rodney an idea. In 2017, he decided to establish a programme Raising Men Lawn Care Service to make a national movement for young people. The kids learn the joy of giving back.

Yard work seems like a small, simple thing, but taking care of the lawn means a lot to the people they do it for. "When we mow their yards for free, they can use the money for healthcare and food etc. It means more than you would think," Rodney said.