I used to live selfishly, I should admit. But one moment changed me. I was on my lunch break and had 1 the office to get something to eat. On the way, I 2 a Busker (街头艺人), with a hat in front of him. I had some 3 in my pocket, but I would not give them to him, thinking to myself he would 4 use the money to feed his addiction (上瘾)to drugs or alcohol. He 5 like that type …young and ragged. 6 what was I going to spend the money on? Only to feed my addiction to Coca-Cola or chocolate! I then 7 I had no right to place myself above 8 just because he was busking.

I 9 and dropped all the coins into his 10, and he smiled at me, I watched for a while. As 11 as it sounds, I expected something more to come from that moment—a feeling of12 or satisfaction, for example. But nothing happened. 13, I walked off. "It proved to be a waste of 14," I thought.

    On my way home at the end of the 15, I saw the busker again and he was 16. I watched him pick up the hat and walk 17 a cafe counter. There he  poured the 18 money into a tin collecting 19 an earthquake fund-raising (募捐) event. He was busking for charity (慈善)!

    Now I donate any 20 I have to charity tins and enjoy the feeling of giving.

    Norman Cousins was a businessman from the United States who often traveled around the world on business. He enjoyed his 1 and traveling.

    Then, after returning to the United States from a 2 trip to the Union of Soviet Socialist Republic (USSR), Mr. Cousins got sick. Because he had pushed his body to the 3 of its strength on the trip, a change began to take place 4 him. The material between his bones became 5.

    In less than one week after his return, he could not 6. Every move that he 7 was painful. He was not able to sleep at night. The doctors told him that they did not know how to cure Mr. Cousins' problem and he might never 8 his illness. Mr. Cousins, however, refused to give up 9.

    Mr. Cousins thought that 10 thoughts were causing bad chemical changes in his body. He did not want to take medicine to cure himself. 11, he felt that happy thoughts or 12 might cure his illness.

    He began to 13 on himself while still in the hospital by watching funny shows on television. Mr. Cousins quickly found that 10 minutes of real laughter during the 14 gave him two hours of pain-free sleep at night.

    15 the doctors could not help him, Mr. Cousins left the hospital and checked into a hotel room where he could 16 his experiments with laughter. For eight days, Mr. Cousins rested in the hotel room watching funny shows on television, reading funny books, and sleeping 17 he felt tired. Within three weeks, he felt well 18 to take a vacation to Puerto Rico where he began running on the beach for 19.

    After a few months, Mr. Cousins returned to work. He had laughed himself back to 20.

    Jean is a clever young woman who comes from a rich and famous family. She goes to a(n) 1 university and has everything that money can buy. Well, 2 everything. The only problem is that the people in Jean's family are so 3 that they can hardly find time to be with her.

    So Jean 4 a lot of her time on MSN. She likes being anonymous (匿名的), 5 to people who do not know about her famous family and her 6 life. She used the name Linda on MSN and has 7 a lot of friends who she contacts quite 8.

    Last year Jean made a very 9 friend on MSN. His name was David and he lived in San Francisco. David was full of stories and jokes. He and Jean had a common 10 in rock music and modem dance. 11 it always took them hours to talk 12 on MSN and sometimes they even 13 the time. Of course, they wanted to know more about each other. David 14 a picture of himself: a tall, good-looking young 15 with a big, happy smile. As 16 went by, they became good friends and often sent cards and small things to each other.

    When Jean's father told her that he was going 17 a business trip to San Francisco, she asked her father to let her 18 with him, so that she could give David a 19 for his birthday. She would take him the latest DVD of their favorite 20 singer. But when Jean knocked on David's door in San Francisco, she found that the special friend she had been contacting was a twelve-year-old boy named Jim.

    To millions of readers, Jeff Zaslow was a bestselling author. But to me, Jeff was a(a) 1 mentor（导师）who gave countless hours of his time and energy to 2 authors.

    When I was in middle school, Jeff and his family 3 near our house. At a neighborhood party, I was a 4 kid playing basketball alone. Jeff walked over, introduced himself to me. He took a true interest in getting to 5 me, asking about my hobbies. Although we had just met, I had the 6 that this new neighbor truly cared about me.

    Looking back, Jeff was the first adult who 7 me like a peer（同龄人）, and it helped me find my confidence. At the time, I had no 8 that Jeff would become a mentor to me or that I would enter the writing 9.

    Twenty years later, I decided to 10 my first book. In search of 11 on developing a plan, I 12 to Jeff. Less than three hours later, his 13 landed in my mailbox. He invited me to call him any time, day or night. He asked me 14 questions and listened to my responses.

    When I started writing, I 15 Jeff's work as a model and his personal example as a reminder of what it meant to put other people first.

    In 2012, before I finished writing my book, Jeff lost his 16 in a car accident. I missed the 17 to tell him what an influence he had on me—not only as a writer, but as a role model for how to live a good life.

    Jeff Zaslow never got the chance to give his last 18. I don't know what he would have 19, but I know how he would have made you 20 during the talk. He would have amused you with humor and encouraged you to seek for the most meaningful moments in life.

    It was a February morning 13 years ago. We 1 into the driveway, excited and proud, and 2 up our kids for photos. It was a big day, but back then we had no idea how it would 3 our lives.

    We tried to fight it. We knew it marked us as uncool. But we had 4 minivan people.

    I don't care. That van is linked to so many great 5 — soccer games, camping trips, and a gang of 10-year-old boys 6 in for a big day at Canada's Wonderland theme park.

    That 24-hour journey to Florida to visit grandparents and a three-week holiday to the east coast, full of long conversations and classic rock 7 on cassette tapes.

    In that van, I 8 my head off while going out with friends, and cried my heart out at the death of a 9 one.

    I've dreamed and planned and moved homes while traveling on those four 10 wheels.

    I know it's just a 11. But the first time I watched my teenagers drive off in it 12, I realized they were growing up.

    There were days when it drove me 13, too. On cold winter mornings, the sliding doors would freeze 14. Anyone who wanted to sit in the back seats had to climb in through the front. Still, we've 15 to our van for as long as possible. It never ever let us down, even as the repair bills got a little bigger each year and we faithfully 16 whatever was needed to keep it on the road safely.

Yesterday we finally made the 17. It was time to find a newer, smaller, more energy-efficient 18. The van was telling us it was time.

    Saying goodbye is never 19. As we close the minivan chapter of our lives, my heart is a little sad — the days, months and years that passed by so quickly.

    The story of our minivan is the story of our 20.