Two excited kids begged their father for his permission to see a film. Having read some 1about the movie on the Internet, he firmly 2 their request with the reason that the movie presents immorality as being 3. “But dad, those scenes are only a few minutes of the 4film, in which good 5 evil eventually. In addition, there are other inspirational 6 like courage and determination making up for its 7!”

    But the father didn't 8, and the two teenagers were discouraged. They had just thrown themselves down on the couch when they heard the sounds of their father preparing something in the9. One of the teenagers said, “Dad must be feeling 10, and now he's trying to 11 us with some tasty food.” Soon their father appeared with a plate of warm cakes and said, “Before you eat, I want to tell you something: I love you both so much.”

    The teenagers smiled and 12 with each other knowing 13. Dad was softening. Looking at the mouth-watering cake, the two boys were getting impatient about the father's long speech. “But I want to be 14 with you. I added one ingredient(配料) that is not 15 found in cakes.”

    “To make it more delicious? Oh, come on, Dad! Please just tell us what it is.”

    “OK, if you 16. That 17 ingredient is dog waste.”

    Both teens 18 stopped chewing the cake, spit it out and dropped the 19 cake back on the plate.

    “DAD! Why did you do that?”

    “That is the same reason why I won't allow you to watch that movie. You won't 20 a little dog waste in your cake, so why should you put up with a little immorality in your movies?”

    "There once was a beggar who loved to hear himself sing.He lived1a dustbin next to a supermarket.He had the most amazing voice.No one would listen to him,2.Cats and dogs would come to sing along.All animals would come to hear this sound.No3though.His4audience were the animals.Even without people to sing to.the man was filled with5for he loved his voice.

    Then one day,a little girl was on her way to the supermarket.The man was singing one of his favorite songs.The little girl6him and wondered what that noise was.She began7around every corner until she found him. The girl's eyes began to grow wide as she saw the man in his8clothes.She asked him to sing,with no9of danger in her voice.This shocked the man.He sang for the girl with joy in his eyes.Although it was nice to be 10to sing,it was also nice to have an audience.He sang until they heard the girl's mother11for her.The girl quickly said12and ran off.

    The girl returned the next day and asked him to sing.13he sang for the little girl.After a few songs,she left14the call of her mother.She came the day after,with an older woman.This was the girl's15.She did not seem to mind being led behind a16dustbin.The girl asked the beggar to sing.The man sang his heart out for the17of them to hear.The mother's frown began to18and a smile began to appear.The days after were full of cheerful singing and the audience of two19,they would bring more people to listen.The beggar continued to sing until he could not sing anymore.20he loved his voice anymore.

    I come from one of those families where you have to yell at the dinner table to get in a word. Everyone has a strong1 and talks at the same time, and no one has a2leading 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 5 anything any one tells me. But it has also made me realize that I'm not a good listener. And when I say “listening”, I'm not 6 to the nodding-your-head-and-politely-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 8that 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-profit 9 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 I listened.

    And had I not spent two months 13, I might have missed the 14moment 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 the18 time—but most of the time I was 19 about the next words out of my own month. Ever since my summer in South Africa, I have noticed that it's in those moments when my mouth is closed and my20 is wide open that I've learned the most about other people, and perhaps about myself.

    Heroes come in different shapes and sites. Some are born to give others a1. Then there are the people who2 happen to be in the right place at the right time. That was the 3for John Underwood.

    On a cold evening, a storm 4near his home. Underwood was heading over to help his sister when the roads were5. He saw some other drivers get stuck, so he got out of his truck to help. “My6 is that if I have the ability to do good, then I should do it. There should be no7.” he said.

    Underwood wasn't out of his8long before he heard a cry, “Someone was  9, 'My parents, my parents!'” Moments later, a 12-year-old boy ran up to Underwood, saying his parents were 10and asked for help.

    The Hammonds went to get things from the basement when the walls11to bear the weight of rain and fell down, and they couldn't12. Worse still, the water was rising fast. 13 was of extreme significance, so Underwood took action at once. Any inappropriate action could add more dangers. Luckily, Underwood had 14 as a contractor (承包商). “Digging a hole in the living room floor, I knew it's a 15way.” he said.

    With physical strength, patience, and a lot of 16, Underwood saved their lives. He said he did what anyone would do, but that's not necessarily true. It's 17to put yourself in a dangerous way to rescue another. That's why the American Red Cross 18him. Ann Otto, who was in charge of the 23rd Annual Acts of Courage Awards, said the Awards should19heroes like Underwood who have acted 20and selflessly in a time of emergency.

    A beautiful September evening, my 11-year-old grandson, Josh, and his team were warming up for their first football game of the season.

    At six, the 1called the captains forward, said something and 2 his whistle. The two teams 3 separately. I was 4 .The other team was,  5, ten inches taller than our players. It didn't take long for their 6 advantage to show. They took a 7-0 lead very 7 .At the half, the score stood at 34 to 6. Josh 8 minimal play time. In the second half, they used Josh more often. The score climbed to 40 to 6.

    Once again, the other team began their 9 down the field. Their quarterback threw the ball. The receiver caught it and 10 the goal. There was only one man in his 11 —Josh. Josh dove and 12 that boy's legs with all his strength. The receiver dragged Josh a couple of yards and 13 fell down.

    On the next play, their quarterback shot through an opening and rushed to the goal, but there was Josh again. Josh took him off his feet and 14 another goal. They scored on the last play, but it wasn't Josh's 15 .The game ended with a score of 48 to 6.

    On the way home. I wanted to 16 Josh, but he turned to me with a 17 smile. “Grandpa, that was a 18game.”

    “But you lost, 48 to 6!”

    “I know, but I did good.”

    The boy understood the 19 better than I did. They didn't win, but he did his best. I was proud of him. More 20, he was proud of himself.

    Terry Fox never thought he'd live a great life. He liked sports, but no one thought he was talented. However, Terry was 1 for one reason he had determination.

    Terry was too short for basketball, but he worked harder at it. He also practiced cross-country running 2 he didn't like it. Finally he made the 3 team and even won the Athlete of the Year Award later.

    During his first year at university, he had a pain 4 his right knee, which was so bad that he 5 stand up. He went to the doctor for 6. They showed that he had cancer. He was going to lose one of his 7 and be given an artificial one.

    Terry's family and friends all gave him support. "Knowing that all those people cared really helped me," Terry said. He decided to face it with courage and 8.

    One night Terry was 9 through an article. It was about Dick Traum, who also had an artificial leg and had 10 the New York Marathon. "If he can do it," thought Terry, "I can, too. I'll run across Canada and 11 money for cancer research. It will be a Marathon of 12!"

    Terry did just that. He began to run a little every day. It is 5,300 miles across Canada. Terry hoped to run thirty to forty miles a day so that it would 13 him six months. Most of all, he hoped to raise $1 million for cancer research. Because Terry had an artificial leg, running wasn't 14. People supported Terry. As he ran, they 15 and cheered. However, he had to give up the Marathon after 3,339 miles, with a 16 pain in his chest. He told the people before he left, "I won't 17. I just hope people will 18 to give money." And they did. Just under $25 million was given.

    Terry 19 a lot of awards all his life. He passed away on June 28, 1981, almost a year after his Marathon of Hope. He was considered a 20 in all areas of his life.