Many years ago there lived two brothers in London. They were both very rich. They had 1 ideas about money. They were quarrelling about what would happen if a poor fellow could 2 a million pound note(钞票). One thought that anyone with such a note would have whatever he wanted; the other thought that it would be 3 for him to get anything with the note. They couldn't agree with each other. So they 4 to make a bet(打赌).

    It happened that a young man named Henry was wandering through the street that day, who had come to Britain only by chance. Without home and job, he looked 5 and hungry. Suddenly he saw an apple 6 away by a child. The man was so hungry that he was thinking of 7 it up to eat. Just as he was reaching out his hand, he heard a 8 calling him. He looked up and saw the two 9. They gave him an envelope. They told him not to open it until two o'clock. They said. ‘'Nothing but 10 in it.” Then they left.

    Thanksgiving Day was near. The first grade teacher gave her class a fun 1 — to draw a picture of something for which they were thankful.

    Most of the class considered turkey and other traditional goodies of the season. These, the teacher thought, would be the 2 of most of her students' art. And they were. But in her class there was a different kind of boy, Douglas. He was always unhappy. When other children played together, he was likely to stand close by the teacher's side. The boy drew a hand in his picture. 3 else. Just an empty hand.

    Whose hand 4 it be? His abstract (抽象的) picture made classmates really 5. One child guessed it was the hand of the6, because they raise turkeys. Another suggested police officers, because the police 7 and care for people. Still others guessed it was the hand of God, for God feeds us. And so the discussion went — 8 the teacher almost forgot the young artist himself.

    When the children went on to other projects, she 9 at Douglas' desk, bent down, and asked him 10 hand it was. The little boy looked away and said in a low voice, "It's 11, teacher."

    The teacher recalled the times she had taken his hand and walked with him here or there, as she had the other students. How often had she said, "12 my hand, Douglas, we'll go outside." Or, "Let me 13 you how to hold your pencil." Or, "Let's do this together." Douglas was most thankful for his teacher's hand.

    Hearing the boy's words, tears ran down the teacher's face. She brushed aside a tear and went on with her work.

    The story speaks of 14 than thankfulness. It says something about teachers teaching and parents parenting and friends showing friendship. They might not always say 15, but they'll remember the hand that reaches out.

    John Smith was an old porter (搬运工). He had 1 at a train station for years. Every day he was busy carrying 2 things for the passengers. Though this work was tiring, John Smith liked it. He was 3 with his work. He was kind to everyone and always ready to help others. In return, people liked to ask him for 4.

    One morning John Smith stood in the station, waiting for the 5. Just then he saw a man running towards the trains with a big bag in his hand.

    "No train is starting. Why is he in such a 6?" the old man thought to himself. So he went up to the man and asked, "May I help you?"

    As soon as the man saw the porter, he stopped 7. "Excuse me, can I catch the 10:35 train to London?" the man asked with worries on his face.

    The old porter looked at him for a few 8 and said, "Well, Sir. I'd like to help you, but I can't answer your question because I don't know how 9 you can run." Then he explained to the man, "The 10:35 train to London left five minutes ago. Can you run fast enough to 10 it?"

    A traveler was in a large desert, planning to walk across it in one month. Twenty more days passed the journey had been going on1. "Soon I'll be able to walk out of this desert," he thought gladly.

    But the desert was never friendly2travelers. In a short time, there came a strong sandstorm. He hurriedly3his head with the clothes, prostrate on the sand. After about ten minutes, the sandstorm4. He shook the clothes and stood up. At that moment, he found himself in a hopeless situation-the backpack with food and water was swept away by the5.

    As we know, it seems 6 to leave the desert without food and water.7, he had a pear left. He held it in his hands tightly. "Not too bad, at least I have a pear. I8I can walk out of the desert."

    Days and nights went by quickly, but the desert still looked endless. Besides, hunger, thirst and fear of9were always around him like ghosts,10, each time he was close to losing hope, he forced himself to stare at the pear that he had been11. "Not too had, at least I have a pear."

    A small pear became the12for his survival(生存). Three days later,13he saw a village not far away, he laughed with excitement. He felt completely relaxed-the "pear" brought him back to14.

    To keep hope is the best weapon(武器) for victory, so never tell you "15" because only if you try to search, you can always find a "pear" to pull you out of trouble.

    The story goes that two friends were walking across the desert.

    During the journey they had a1, and one friend hit the other in the face. The one who got hit was hurt, but2saying anything, he wrote in the sand, "Today my3 friend hit me in the face." They kept on walking until they found green fields and a beautiful river where they decided to4.The one who had been hit fell into the river and started5, but the friend saved him. After he was out of 6, he wrote on a stone, "Today my best friend saved my life."

    The friend who7and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone. Why? "The other8, "When someone hurts us, we should write it down in the sand where wind of forgiveness(宽容)can blow it away.9when someone does something good for us, we must carve(雕刻)it in the stone where no wind can ever blow it away."

    Learn to write your hurts in the sand and to carve your benefits in the stone. Send this phrase to people you will10forget. It's a short message to let them know that you will never forget them.