That morning, I got on the train as always. I was a publishing director and was reading my newspaper 1. But that day, I read it very 2. I thought I must be tired. At the office, I sat down, turned on my 3 and found I couldn't read the message on the screen.

    Finally, worried4 drove me to hospital. There, confirmation came that I suffered from aphasia(失语症), a condition that5 it's difficult or impossible to receive and produce language.

    I was back at home a week later, and my6was to get better and return to work in a couple of months. I started 7a speech therapist(治疗专家) three times a week, and was given homework to help 8my vocabulary and grammar. After a month, my own speech became 9—“Could you pass the salt?” “Shall we go for a walk?” — but I couldn't have a conversation. I couldn't read the newspaper.

    For 25 years, I was used to a(n) 10 day of meetings, and bringing three manuscripts home with me each night. I didn't feel 11 to say goodbye to my old self.

    In the darkest months, I devoted myself to12. I would spend hours writing a description of something 13 like a pencil. I couldn't 14novels or newspapers, so I tried reading poetry, and found the shorter lines easier to 15. My speech came back, and I learned how to read again,16 much more slowly. I spent more time with my family, and 17myself to slow down.

    Now, 10 years later, my relationship with my 18 is deeper than ever. We have19 to be very patient with each other. I'm no longer a high-achieving publisher or someone who2010 books a week. I'm a family man with aphasia, and if I read 10 books a year, that's good.

    I was wandering around the Albuquerque airport. My flight had been 1 , and I heard a(n)2: “If anyone near Gate A-4 3 Arabic，please come to the gate immediately." Gate A-4 was my own gate. I went there.

    An older woman was 4, sitting on the floor. In her 5 Arabic dress, she reminded me of my grandmother.

    “6 to her,” the flight agent urged. “We told her the flight was going to be late, and she did this."

    I spoke to the woman 7in Arabic while putting my arm around her. She 8crying. It turned out that she thought the 9 had been canceled. She planned to be in New York for some medical treatment the next day. I comforted her and suggested 10her family.

    We telephoned her son. In English, I told him that I would 11 with his mother until we got on the plane. Then his son was12. Next we called my dad. They spoke for a while in Arabic and 13 that they had ten shared friends. After that, I called some Arabic friends I14 and let them talk to her.

    She was in a 15mood by then and took some homemade 16— little cakes stuffed with nuts and topped with sugar 一 from her bag and 17 them to the people near the gate. To my amazement, no one 18. It was like a party. The traveler from Argentina, the mom from California, the lovely woman from Laredo — we were all smiling, enjoying the same 19.

    I looked around and thought, this is the world I want to live in. One with no 20. Everyone can be happy anywhere.

    Last July, Angela Peters rolled her wheelchair into a nail salon (美容院) at the Walmart shopping center with the idea of 1 her nails. But Peters, who has cerebral palsy(脑瘫), was 2 because the salon was afraid it would be too difficult to properly paint her nails, given that her 3 shook. What was meant to be a day of beauty 4 for Peters was now a disappointment.

    5 nearby was Ebony Harris, a Walmart cashier about to go on her 6 . Harris recognized Peters as a Walmart 7. "She's just like you, me and anybody else." Harris told ABC News, "She wants to look 8. So why can't she?"

    Harris approached Peters. "Do you want me to do your nails?" she asked. A smile 9 across Peters's face. "Yeah!"

    Harris 10 Peters into the beauty section, where they shopped for nail polish. They 11 on a bright blue—a color that would 12 every eye. They then made their way into a(n)13 McDonald's, found a table for two, and set up shop. Harris 14 took Peters's hand into hers and carefully began painting her nails.

    Watching it all with 15 was McDonald's employee Tasia Smith. What 16 her most was the ease and gentleness displayed by Harris, all the while 17 as if they were old friends. Smith was so taken by the 18 that she wrote about it on Facebook: She was so 19 with her. Thanks to the Walmart worker for making this beautiful girl's 20 ! And Peters wrote, "When people do us wrong, we should learn to forgive!"

    A sound woke Damian Languell at 8:15 in the morning. It was so 1that he assumed it came from inside his house. As he 2to investigate, he heard another sound, this one coming most 3from outside. Looking out of his bedroom window, he 4a tree covered by smoke about 500 yards away. A car was wrapped around the tree's 5, its engine on fire.

    Languell 6buckets of water and ran to the crash site. The car, a 1998 Buick Regal, was split nearly in two, and the 7was where the driver's seat ought to have been, as if 8there. No one should have 9this crash. Yet there was 16-year-old Quintin Thompson, whose 10face pressed against the driver's side window, in 11pain. Languell, 35, tried to put out the fire with his buckets of water with no 12. "When the flames got into the front seats, I 13I had to get him out of there, he told WAGM-TV."

    In an act that a police report described as showing "complete 14of his own safety", Languell climbed into the Buick's After Thompson was 15of the seat belt with his help, Languell pulled him out and then dragged the teen to 16before the entire car was totally in flames

    Although Thompson 17multiple injuries to his legs, arms and face, a social media post described him as "looking great, smiling and 18." Languell thinks about that day often. "My heart 19Thompson. When you are that close to that level of hurt, you feel the 20to help so directly."

    I made a request of my Guide to direct me someone who was badly in need. Then I was1in a huge traffic jam at a stoplight. "Rush hour." I thought. But it was an overheated car,2on the middle lane(车道).With cars driving all around it, I couldn't stop anywhere without making things3I had to turn left in the thick traffic and couldn't pull over for a couple of blocks. I thought," maybe this is one I should let someone else4But I blamed myself for that.

    I turned around and parked my car on a far entrance road. Then I thought about how to help the girl in the broken car. Letting her car off the highway seemed 5, but luckily, cars in multiple lane going both6opened wide for me to approach her car. So I asked her to release(松开)her brake and steer(掌控方向盘) across two more lanes of rushing cars while I7her car to the highway' s right side. I saw the fear and8in her eyes. I9my fear from her, so she might think I knew what I was doing. But only my Guide knew.

    I just pushed and she steered. Once again the sea of rushing cars10and her car finally was stopped at a safe11just before a police car12up behind us. The policeman was13at what he had witnessed. The girl thanked me with a14and said her friend was on the15and didn't need my help anymore. Suddenly, the officer began to16thinking my car was17parked in the ocean of traffic. I explained I parked my car across the highway. I then drove away after helping out for only a few18.

    My Guide sought the "kind act"19and cleared the way. All I had to do was20being a bystander(旁观者).

    It was late, about 10:15 p.m. Janice Esposito jumped into her minivan (小货车) and began the 20-minute 1 home to her husband and seven-year old Son. She'd just returned from 2 her mother and had traveled the 3 so many times. Out of 4 on that awful night, a car knocked into Esposito's minivan, pushing her backward 5 100 feet onto the railroad tracks.

    As it happened, Pete DiPinto was getting ready for bed. 6 he heard the sharp clang (哐当声) of metal on metal and breaking glass coming from not far outside his bedroom window. A volunteer firefighter and retired teacher, DiPinto, 64, never 7 to think. He grabbed a flashlight and, still wore his pajamas (睡衣), 8 the door.

    The first car he 9 , 2,000 feet from his front yard, was the one that had hit Esposito. Once DiPinto 10 the driver was OK, he looked around and 11 Esposito's minivan sitting on the railroad tracks. And then he heard the urgent sound: an 12 train.

    DiPinto 13 to Esposito's minivan and banged on the driver's side window. She just looked at him and she seemed 14 .

    "Honey, you're on the railroad tracks," DiPinto shouted. "We have to get you 15 right now!" He pulled the handle 16 , but the door was jammed. A heavy train, 17 at 65 miles per hour, was speeding up toward them. DiPinto ran to the passenger side and threw open the door. Please, God, don't let her be trapped, he thought. He pulled her toward him across the seat and rapidly walked her to 18 a few feet away. Within Six seconds, the train ran into the minivan. "It was like a Hollywood movie."

    But this story had a(n) 19 . "Last night." South County Ambulance chief told CBS New York, "the 20 arrived in pajamas, not in a fire truck."