Alf is a big soccer fan. At school, there are lots of children playing soccer. Alf really wants to be a soccer star, But he thinks he isn't good at soccer. He feels very sad. He always thinks about how to be a great soccer player.

    One day, Alf went to watch the school soccer match on the playground. Suddenly Alf shouted, “Look out!” Alf jumped up in the air and made a very good save(救球)！

    All the soccer players and the coach cheered. “What a good save, Alf! You're the best!” Everyone said.

    The soccer coach said, “Alf, come with me.” Alf stood in the goal(球门) and the coach took a shot(射门). It was a good shot, but Alf saved it. Alf saved the next shot, too. And the next one. All the children cheered.

    Now Alf knows he is a very good goalkeeper. He is good at playing soccer after all.

    A group of friends from Italy wanted to do something different for their vacation. They decided to drive through Australia in a jeep. The journey was a real adventure, but sometimes the long hours on the road made them tired.

    It was Bill's turn to drive. Tony, Allan and Jeff were sleeping. Bill was thinking of the cool drink and shower in the next town when suddenly something jumped in front of the jeep. Bill tried to stop the jeep, but it was too late, he hit it. When the four friends got out, they saw a kangaroo lying on the road. They thought it was dead. What could they do? It wasn't their fault. It was an accident.

    The friends were sad, but they wanted to have a photo of the kangaroo to show everyone back home. Jeff got his camera, and the others picked up the kangaroo and stood it up against the jeep.__ They put a cap, sunglasses and a jacket on him. They took several photos with the kangaroo.

Suddenly, to their surprise, the kangaroo moved its head—moved its body, and jumped away with Bill's cap, Allan's sunglasses, and Tony's jacket—-with his passport and one thousand dollars.

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    I taught high school for years and had the joy of knowing many wonderful kids. One student, Scott Wood, was especially close to my heart. What I taught was Creative Writing. Scott wrote quite well His talent is beyond the teacher's ability to teach. He was able to express through his written words well and it enabled me to light his way a little.

    Scott and other students were often in my home, at my kitchen table, sharing supper .It was amazing to me that what I said to them about life and love, and making time for the important things influenced them in their daily life. I watched them use these lessons they learnt in their lives as I followed their lives after graduation. Scott, especially, did this, and still does this today.

    Recently I told him I feel particularly down these days. I couldn't stop thinking about the sad and unpleasant things in the life. Here is what he emailed back to me.

    I remember you coming into the class one day late .You continued to tell all of us hat you were late because of very special reason. It had snowed the night before but instead of cleaning the ice off your windows in the car, you let the car heater lake cane of t and you sat and watched in wonder as he water slowly started flowing down your window. I think about this a lot when the weather begins getting cold, how most of us miss the simple treasure-ice melting. Life is full happiness and sadness. But every day is a gift, right? Life is not a lack of beauty, but lack of the find the beauty .Is that not what you always told us? That is how you lived and that is how you toll t to live.

    Ice melting. I do not remember his thing but, thinking back, it seems very true. That is what I believed, that is what I taught.

    You know, just to make it clean, an "ice -melting moment "to me is that moment you stop time for-you stop everything for -because it is too precious to miss .Scott, my student long ago, made me remember to never be too busy to stop the world, stop the clock for the magical moments in our daily lives.

    A ship was sailing on the sea. A black boy who worked at the end of the ship fell into the sea and the boy shouted for help. But the wind was too strong, so the people in the boat couldn't hear the sound.

    The boy tried his best to swim in the cold water. He used his power to wave his arms, keep the head out of the water. The boat sailed further and further, and the ship became smaller and smaller. In the end, he could see nothing except for the endless sea.

    His power was used up, he felt he was going to sink. "Maybe I need to give up." He said to himself. At this time, he recalled the memory of the kind and friendly sight of the old captain. "No! The captain must search for me!" he thought. When he thought of that, he was full of power and began to swim.

    Finally the captain found the black child had disappeared. He felt the boy must fall into the sea, so he ordered his ship to return to look for the boy. At this moment, someone said to the captain: "it has passed a long time, he must have been drowned or have been eaten by shark…" and someone else said: "Is it worth to save a black boy like this?" the captain yelled: "shut up…!"At that moment of drowning, the ship arrived and the captain saved the kid. When the boy woke up, the captain asked: "How can you insist on so long time?" the boy answered: "I knew you would save me! I am very sure."

    It is the best lucky thing to believe a person. In this society, maybe we are unwilling to believe something, just because someone ever hurts us badly. Actually, you can believe many things in this world. I still believe that there are more kind people than the indifferent people. To believe or not to believe, it depends on you.

    Jack is 10 years old, and I am his pencil. I'm Jack's helper(助手).

    Jack's pencil box is my home. I have some friends here. They are seven crayons, a ruler, a pencil sharpener and an eraser. Because Jack loves me, I'm the king(国王)in the pencil box. My friends and I are happy every day.

    Today, I am not happy because a pen comes in. It's new and beau­tiful. It's a music pen. It can not only(不仅) write but also(而且) sing. But I'm old and I can only help Jack to write. Jack likes it so much! The new pen is his helper now. It's the new king. What can I do now? Shall I go to a new home?

    Lisa was a single (单身的) mother who lived with her little son. She lost her job two years ago and they had a very hard life. Her heart was broken every time her son asked, "Can I have some more bread and butter please, Mommy?"

    One day, when her son asked the same question again, she decided to prepare a big meal for him with the only 6 dollars in her hand. She went to the supermarket, bought some food and cooked at home. Lisa was a shy mother, but she was strong-minded. "It's time to make a change," she thought. She was good at writing. To make some money, she began to write articles for magazines day and night.

    Things went better. The food bank started to give her some free vegetables every month. Her son finally had enough to eat. Once he told Lisa that the dishes she made were delicious. Suddenly. an idea came to Lisa's mind, "Why not share my recipes (食谱) on the Internet?" She did. Many people liked her recipes and she became popular.

    Soon after that, some reporters interviewed(采访) her and asked her to write a book on cooking. When Lisa got the money for the book she wrote, she had a good sleep for the first night during the two years. Now Lisa has a well-paid job and a beautiful home, but she'll never forget the days when she worked hard for a good life.