Mrs. Green lives in the country, and she doesn't know London very well. One day, she goes to London, but she can't find her 1. Just then, she 2 a man near the bus stop. "I can ask him the way," she 3. Then she goes over to the man and asks, "Excuse me, will you please 4 me the way to King Street?" 5 the man doesn't say anything. He is 6 Cuba. He doesn't speak  7. He comes to London for a 8. He takes out a 9 and writes something on it. Then he 10 it to Mrs. Green, "Sorry, I can't speak English."

    I still remember my first Christmas adventure(冒险) with Grandma. As we walked into a store, Grandma gave me ten dollars. That was 1 money in those days. “Take the money,” she said, “and buy   2 for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the 3.” Then she walked out of the store.

    I was only eight years old then. I had often gone shopping with my mother, but I had 4shopped for anything alone. I didn't know what 5 or who to buy it for.

    I 6 everybody I knew. Finally, I had an idea. I would buy Bobby a 7! He needed one. I knew that 8 he never went out during the winter. His mother always 9a note, telling the teacher that he was ill, but all we kids knew that was not 10.

    I chose a red coat. It looked really 11.

    When I returned to Grandma's car, she helped me write a note “To Bobby,  12 Father Christmas''. Then she drove me over to Bobby's house.

    Some time later, Grandma 13her car near Bobby's house. We got off and hid in the bushes(灌木). Then Grandma said to me, “All right, Father Christmas, get going.”

    I ran to Bobby's front door, put the 14 down, rang his doorbell and flew back to Grandma. Together we waited for the front door 15 …

    That night, I realized that Father Christmas was alive(活着), and we were on his team. I felt so happy.

    Each of us fails from time to time. If we are wise, having enough experience and knowledge, we will regard these failures (失败) as a necessary and 1 part of learning. But often as parents and teachers, we don't 2_this right (权利) to our children.

    Donnie was a student in my class. His 3 about failure kept him away from classroom games which other children enjoyed. He 4 answered my questions—he was afraid of making mistakes.

    I tried my best to build his self-confidence. But nothing changed 5 midterm, when Mary, a new teacher, came. She was young and pretty, and she was loved by every student6 Donnie. She made a big difference to Donnie later.

    One morning, Donnie copied the math problem clearly and 7, but he missed the fourth problem and began to cry with his head in his arms.

I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, a smile 8on Mary's face. From the desk she got a box that 9 pencils. “Look, Donnie,” she said gently, kneeling (蹲在) beside him. “I've got something to 10 you.” She took out the pencils, one at a time, and placed them on his desk.

    “See these pencils, Donnie,” she continued. “They 11 Mrs. Landon and me. See how the erasers are worn (磨损)? That's because we make mistakes, too. But we erase the mistakes and try again. That's what you12 learn to do, too.”

    She kissed him and stood up, “here,” she said, “I'll leave one of these pencils on 13 desk, so you'll remember that everybody makes mistakes, even teachers.” Donnie looked up with 14 in his eyes and a smile.

The pencil became Donnie's prize. That, together with Mary's encouragement, gradually made him understand 15the meaning of making mistakes is —it's all right to make mistakes as long as you erase them and try again.

    It's December 23rd. Class One is having a 1. They sell 2 things at school. Dave sells apples, oranges and pears. Many people 3 his fruit. He makes(赚得) ten dollars a day. Lucy sells 4. She has T-shirts on sale. 5 are her T-shirts, do you know? Oh, her T-shirts are 6 a good price. They are five dollars each. Jane sells 7 things. She has pens and 8 on sale. They are very nice. Her pens are 9 one dollar each. Her notebooks are two dollars each. Jane makes 10 dollars in the morning and five dollars in the afternoon. She makes twelve dollars a day.

    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.