In a far-away place, there was a village. The village was1in potatoes than anywhere else in the country. At the end of every growing season,2 potatoes were dug out of the ground, and readied for market. In each home, men and women would 3 divide the potatoes into three groups, large, medium and small.

    One year, there was a young man4 received his share of the potatoes. As the other villagers 5 , he walked around the village laughing and talking. 6 villagers thought he was lazy, and they worried that this man would never get 7 potatoes ready in time. When it was time for the villagers 8 to market, they were greatly surprised to find that the man's potatoes 9 perfectly into three groups.

    After 10 the man how he did it, they understood he was not lazy,  11very clever. He had put all his potatoes in a cart and pulled it along the village's rough dirt road. As the cart moved up and down over the road, the potatoes moved 12. The small potatoes moved to the bottom, the larger potatoes rose to the top and the medium potatoes rested 13 the middle.

    Life 14 like this too. The rough roads we travel along can also 15 us.

    My name is Bill Clark. There are four people 1my family. I 2a sister but I don't have a brother. This is my 3. The computer is 4 the desk. Books and tapes 5 on the bookcase. 6 is my schoolbag? Oh, 7is on my bed. My sister's room isn't 8 . Her books are everywhere. Look! Here is a photo 9 my family. My sister looks 10in her white jacket. We are all very happy.

    When I was in the seventh grade, I volunteered about thirty to forty hours a week during the summer at a local hospital in my town. Most of the time I spent there was with Mr. Gillespie. He never had any1, and nobody seemed to care about his condition. I spent many days there     holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done. He became a close friend of mine, even though he replied to me with only a very 2moving of his fingers. Mr. Gillespie was still in a coma(昏迷).

    I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I 3 back, Mr. Gillespie had gone. I didn't have the courage to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear they might tell me he had died.

    Several years passed. One day, when I was at the gas station, I noticed a familiar face. When I realized who it was, my eyes filled with 4. He was alive! I asked him if his name was Mr. Gillespie, and if he had been in a coma about five years ago. With a(an) 5 look on his face, he replied, "Yes". I explained how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital. With tears in his eyes, he gave me the warmest hug (拥抱)I had ever 6.

    He began to tell me how, as he lay there in a coma, he could 7 me talking to him and could feel me holding his hand the whole time. He thought it was an angel, not a person, who was there with him. Mr. Gillespie firmly 8 that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive.

    Then he told me what happened to him to put him in the coma. We both cried for a while and exchanged a hug, said good-bye and went our separate 9ways.

    Although I haven't seen him since then, he fills my heart with joy every day. I know that I made a difference between his life and his death. More 10, I will never forget him and what he did for me: he made me an angel.

Tom had a bad toothache. His mother wanted to take him to the dentist's, but he1 . He was afraid of the2 when the dentist had to extract(拔出) his tooth. Tom's mother told him that if he did not visit the dentist, the pain would get3 . At last,Tom had to agree.

There were not many people at the dentist's.4 it was Tom's turn. He walked nervously into the room and sat down. The dentist looked5 and said hello to him with a smile. He asked Tom to6 his mouth.And then he told Tom that he had to extract the bad tooth. The dentist gave Tom an injection(注射) and promised him that he would not7 any pain. 

Tom really did not feel any pain.Then the dentist advised Tom to brush his teeth twice a day and taught him the8 way of brushing his teeth.He also told Tom not to eat too many sweet things9 his teeth would be healthy. 

After that,Tom realized how10 it was to protect his teeth.