Smith, an old man, lived in the middle of the town. One day he found his watch1in his own store. It 2a lot to him because it was from his wife. After searching3in the store for a long while, he 4to ask for help from a group of children playing outside the store. He5them that the person who found it would be rewarded. 6this, the children hurried inside the store, went through and around the 7store, but still could not find the watch.

    Soon the man felt hopeless and wanted to8. A little boy went up to him and asked for another9 . The man looked at him and thought, “ Why not? 10, this kid looks sincere enough.”11the man sent him back in the store. After a while the boy 12 with the watch in his hand! The man was very13, and he asked the boy how he found it while the others had 14 . The boy replied, “I did nothing but sat on the ground and 15 .Then I heard the ticking (嘀嗒声) of the watch and just looked for it in that 16.”

    We usually do something in a hurry and don't think about our own needs, which can't bring peace into our mind. 17 we need to think about ourselves and keep peaceful for a while, which can produce a 18 result. So allow a few minutes of 19 to your mind every day, and see how it helps you deal with your work and make 20as you expect to!

    You've probably been asked what you would do if you found a leather wallet full of cash. Would you keep it. turn it in to the police or ask for a 1 ? Woralop, a homeless man from Thailand, only had 9 baht to his 2 when he found a leather wallet 3 20,000 baht and several credit cards in it.

    It was more than 4 to buy him food and even a place to stay for weeks. 5, he didn't think about keeping the wallet. He ran after the owner to 6 it, after seeing him dropping it 7. He wasn't able to run fast enough to 8 the man, so he went straight to the nearest police station to 9 it over.

    The owner, Niity, hadn't even 10 he had lost the expensive wallet when the police called to tell him they had it. When he learned that a homeless man had turned it in and saw that all the money and credit cards still 11 inside, he was more than totally 12. The owner admitted that if he had no money he probably would have kept it. What a(n) 13 person Woralop was!

    14 he initially offered Woralop a 2,000 baht reward, Niity later decided to also 15 the man a job at his factory in Bangkok. As a matter of fact, Woralop was more than happy to 16 it. It comes with a 11,000 baht 17 and good accommodation.

    Tarika has already started posting18 of Woralop at his new job on social media. His photos show that Woralop is such a good example that being kind really does19. When you're kind to others, others are 20 kind to you.

    A few weeks ago I was at the comer store, and there stood an old lady in front of me in line. She seemed very 1 when the cashier asked her to pay $ 38.00. She had about $ 5.00 in her wallet, and she began to 2. The cashier became very 3, telling her that she cannot buy these 4 because she didn't have enough money. So, I told the cashier not to 5 it, and that I would 6 the difference. The cashier gave me a funny look,7 I really felt for this woman.

    Anyway, I paid for my groceries and 8 the store. When I got outside, I saw the lady standing there. I asked her what was 9. She said that she could not remember where she lived, and she began to cry again. I said some names of the 10 around the area but she had no clue (线索). Just then, a car 11and a woman jumped out of the car. It was this lady's daughter. I 12 that her mother couldn't find her way home. The daughter told me that she had Alzheimer's disease (阿尔茨海默病) and that she had been 13 off a lot lately. Then the daughter14 that her mother had 3 - bags of groceries and wondered 15 she got the money to pay for them. I was not 16 if I should tell her that I paid for them, but I did.

The daughter wanted to pay me back, but I 17. The daughter said “Thank you” and I said “Good bye”.

    I felt so 18and happy right through the day, because making others feel 19 makes me feel good. I know that if this 20 happened again, I would do the same thing.

    Sunday was always our book-buying day. Every Sunday, my father would take me over to the Carousel Mall and let me walk through all the 1 while he read his newspaper. Then we would sit side by side reading in  2. After a while, he would ask me which one out of my large pile of books I liked best. If I couldn't  3 between two, he would buy me both books. In this way, he  4me to read. He never discouraged me by  5 like my mom often did: “Why are you reading  6? Get outside! Stop living in fantasy.”

    When I grew older and discovered the  7 where I could take out as many books as I wanted for free, my father encouraged me to go there  8.

    For quite some time I never knew there was an actual person who  9all those wonderful books. When I finally realized this, it was like a(n)  10. I thought I could also write stories just like them. When I told my dad this, he seemed to already11 it. He read what I wrote and always joked that when I became a famous writer one day I should give the 12to him. Even if I don't become 13 for my books. I at least know what I am and what my dad helped me to become because of all those childhood 14 to book stores, and all his heartfelt comments that made me really 15myself. Before reading what I wrote, he said he knew it would be16, because I had written it.

    I'm going to major in English literature at college 17I want to make a career writing. I know my dad will be 18 of me. He has19 me instead of hindering（阻碍）me. He encouraged me to be who I am. I'm going to give the first book to him not because he 20me to but because he is my inspiration.

    Kindness is the golden chain by which society is linked together. However .I was not thinking about the golden chain when l had to help people who1their way, and parked in front of my house.

    I was growing tired of helping so many people. Almost every2I was awaken during a sound night's sleep and bad to3 someone out, Many tints l was4by some penniless motorists who did not even hank me for the help that they received and some even complained that I could have done5.

    One day, a young man with a week old beard climbed out of a6automobile. He had no money and no food. He asked if I could give him some 7offering him gasoline and a meal. I told him that if he wanted to work for me, he could cut the grass, but 8the work wasn't necessary.

    Though sweaty and hungry, he worked hard. After working all day, he sat 9to cool himself. I thanked him for his work and gave him the money he10. I then offered him some11money for a task particularly well done, but he 12, shaking his head.

    I never saw him again. He probably thinks I helped him out that day, but that is not13it was. I didn't help him. He helped me to 14people again to repay their trust in me. He helped me to once again want to do something for those who are 15I wish I could thank him for 16some of my belief in the basic 17 of others and for giving me back a little of the18 I had lost. Because of him, I once again felt part of a golden chain of kindness that 19us to others. I may have fed his body that day, but he fed my 20.

    "What kind of stuff do you write?'' one student asked on my first day at the University of Massachusetts. After a decade away from the classroom, I was back to1.

    "I write creative nonfiction," I said, "as you'll be doing.”

    It was a2. I couldn't remember when I'd last written a3essay. But it must have been before my mother fell ill, leaving me feeling my family story wouldn't end4. It seemed that nothing I wrote could change that.5I couldn't write my own stories, I could6my students to tell theirs. "You're going to keep a7in this class, and I want you to tell your stories like they8."

    "Why do they matter? ^" a boy named Michael asked. Looking out at the roomful of students, I9. No one said a word. Many of them, I learned, worked while in school. Most didn't know their stories did matter. They didn't even realize their stories were as10as their own lives.

    Finally, I looked at Michael. "They matter because they're what you have. Stories allow us to make meaning of what we've11I said. Michael didn't look12, but he didn't challenge me, either.

    In his first essay, Michael wrote about how his high school English teacher seeing his13and helped him fill out a college14. I had Michael read his essay out loud. After he finished, the class went so15that we could hear the sound of each other's16. I looked at him and saw a small17in his dark eyes. Then, I said, "That's why you tell your stories."

    I went home that night and18my journal from where it lay, dusty and19. For the first time in months, I had to20.