Not so long ago, a terrible fire broke out in an apartment in die city of Pitesti, just west of Bucharest. In no time,1 were welcomed by 5-metre-tall flames and roaring smoke.2, using their advanced equipment, they quickly brought the beast under3.

    The apartment's owner Mr. Petri and his lovely dog, Sandy, were the  4of the big fire. Local firefighting hero, Costache Mugurel 5 his way through the cruel flames to rescue theman and his pet. Mr. Petri,6 injured in the fire, was rushed to hospital. Sandy fell over 7breathing in too much smoke and lifelessly lay on the roadside.

    Mugurel, remembering his CPR(心脏复苏术）training，passionately 8 the chest of the dog, desperately trying to 9 his life. And he began to lose hope after many 10 .He was physically and mentally 11. Finally he performed mouth-to-mouth on the dog, screaming“ 12gets left behind!”. Unexpectedly the dog 13 himself and began panting. The on-looking crowd cheered and Mugurel began to weep with 14. He hurriedly carried him to the awaiting vet(兽医).

    Like 15, the story of Mugurel and his newfound friend spread around the city. His Facebook was16words of gratitude, loving emoticons(表情符号）and notes from friends and fans alike.

    According to vet experts, recovering animals via CPR is rather17The American Heart Association calculates that only less than 6 percent of cats and dogs survive if they18heart attacks.

    There have been many stories related to19in Pitesti, but none have caught the20of the population quite like Sandy's.

    South Korean artist Young-Sung Kim has a very special talent, he can paint photographs. That may sound like kind of exaggeration (夸张).

    Most of Kim's paintings describe small1 interacting with man-made objects. The artist admits that he has been greatly 2 by insects and reptiles (爬行动物) since he was a young boy, keeping them in his room and 3 them. From that days on, he 4 to become a painter.

    “It wasn't 5 to paint their structure and color well. It was much harder than I had expected. I promised myself I would train myself at art school 6I could paint them perfectly,” the 7told Yonhap News Agency.

    8 his parents didn't approve of his decision to focus his studies on art9 that he would not be able to land a good job. In high-school, their 10 only made Kim rebel (叛逆) even more. After two years of this, his family finally 11 and allowed him to follow his dream.

    In the end, Kim 12his parents that they made the13 decision. Not only does he get to earn a living doing what he14most, but he became one of the world's most highly-regarded15painters, earning between $10,000 and $130,000 per artwork.

    Youn-Sung Kim paints for more than 12 hours a day16on weekends. Despite the17 realism of his paintings, Young-Sung Kim never completely 18with his work. He 19 his artworks on a 100-pomt scale, and none of his dozens of paintings have ever scored above 90 points. Kim hopes to 20 himself and get as close to that 100-point mark as possible.

    I'd been proud that I'd never lost my cellphone until my husband Jack got a call one evening.

    We went to visit a friend in hospital last year. When Jack's 1 rang, it was my mother calling from my 2. She asked if I had 3 my mobile. I checked (检查) my purse. It was 4!

I used Jack's phone to call my number. Then a boy, whom I'll call Rhys, 5 it. "I have found your phone!" he said, excitedly. "I have been trying to find you, but 6 it was getting late, I decided to leave." He gave me the address of a 7 near his home.

    Later that evening, I went to 8 him there. I didn't dare to go 9, worrying this was some cheater (骗子). So Jack came along. After 10 10 km, we got to the coffee shop which Rhys 11.

My 12 were gone. Rhys was just a young boy. "How did you 13 my mum? " I asked. He 14 that when he found my mobile by roadside(路边), he started calling people in my list of contacts (联系人). But all they 15 was my mobile phone number——which didn't 16. He'd called many names, starting with the letter A. Finally he got Adam, one of my friends, who 17 my house.

    I was 18 to get my phone back with all the contacts, messages and photos I could have lost forever. I was so 19 to Rhys and offered (提供) him some money, but he 20.

    As we drove back, we praised Rhys for his honesty.

    Over the last 15 years, as a doctor, I have had heart-to-heart conversations with countless patients near the end of their lives. The most common emotion they express is 1. And that's 2I came up with a project to encourage people to write a(n) 3letter to their loved ones. It's a lesson I learned years ago from a memorable 4patient.

    He was a retired5, who had believed in Semper Fi (永远忠诚) all his life. He, a proud and silent man, was 6 to the hospital for unbearable pain from cancer. Every day, his wife spent many hours at his bedside watching him watch TV. She explained to me he had never been much of a 7 in their 50 years of marriage.

    But he seemed quite 8to share his ideas with me, especially when it became clear his days were 9. He spoke of his deep regret for not having spent enough time with his wife, whom he loved very much, and of his great 10in his son, who had joined the army in his father's footsteps.

    One afternoon, when I mentioned these 11to his wife and son, they looked disbelievingly at each other and then 12at me. They thanked me for being so kind but 13my patient was unlikely to express such feelings. To make sure his family could actually hear his 14, I took my huge family video camera with me the next morning and with the patients'15, recorded an open letter from him to his family. When I gave them the 16letter, both his wife and son were moved to tears.

    The experience 17an idea that has grown into the Stanford Friends and Family Letter Project, which can help people complete their life review tasks: remembering treasured moments; apologizing to those we may have hurt; 18those who have hurt us and saying "I love you".

    It may take great courage to write a life review letter. For some people, it 19deep and troubling emotions. 20it may be the most important letter you will ever write.

    One evening I was going back from a supermarket. As I 1 my car, I noticed that some person stood beside me. He was the one that could be 2 as a bum (流浪汉). It seemed that he was homeless. I 3 that he would ask me for money, but he did not do that. He only said, "Your car is very nice."

    After several moments of 4, I replied, "Thanks." And then the inner voice 5 to me, "Ask him if he needs help." After a short 6 I asked him that. His response was 7. I will never forget those simple three words "Don't we all?".

    It was a true 8 to me. I needed help, just as those in trouble. Although 9 I had money and a place to sleep, I 10 that I needed help too. Then I opened my wallet and 11 him enough money to get some shelter for a day.

    12 I understood that no matter how much money, 13, luxury things we have, we all need help. And on the other hand, no matter how 14 you are, how many material problems you have, you still might be giving. 15it's just a nice word, it can be 16 to other people.

    Maybe that man was just a homeless stranger, but to me he was 17 that. Maybe he was a man sent by God to 18 me that there is one thing, among all other 19, which is very important and irreplaceable for every person. Actually, it is a true 20 and it is called Giving.

    I come from one of those families where you have to yell at the dinner table to get in a word. Everyone has a strong 1, and talks at the same time, and no one has a 2 leading to heated arguments. We often talk or even debate with each other on different topics. 3 a family like mine has made me more 4 about the world around me, making me tend to question anything anyone tells me. But it has also made me realize that I'm not a good listener. And when I say "listening", I'm not 5 to the nodding-your-head-and-6-answering-Uh-huh-or-Ooh-I-see variety. I mean the kind of listening where you find yourself deeply 7 with the person you're speaking with, when his story becomes so 8 that your world becomes less about you and more about him. No, I was never very good at that.

    I spent summer in South Africa two years ago. I worked for a good non-profit9 called Noah, which works 10 on behalf of children affected by AIDS. But 11 you asked me what I really did in South Africa, I'd tell you one thing: I listened, and I listened. Sometimes I 12, but mostly listened.

    And had I not spent two months 13, I might have missed the 14 moment when a quiet little girl at one of Noah's community centers, orphaned（孤儿）at the age of three, whispered after a long 15, "I love you."

    16 that summer, I knew how to hear. I could sit down with anyone and hear their 17 and nod and respond at the 18 time—but most of the time I was 19 about the next words out of my own mouth. Ever since my summer in South Africa, I have noticed that it's in those moments when my mouth is closed and my 20 is wide open that I've learned the most about other people, and perhaps about myself.