Learning experiences happen to us throughout our lives, and not too long ago, I had one that I would like to 1 . This story began with a 2 three years ago. It's a story of pizza and being3of buying ice cream with a US $20 bill.

    I was going to Marblehead, Massachusetts, with my racing team on the highway and we were all 4Luckily, we saw a rest area5. I had a brand-new US $ 20 bill, and I had 6had that kind of cash before. Spending it on food 7to me like throwing it away.

    We all rushed into the pizza line. 8 I got a cheese pizza and drink. Halfway through the 9, I realized I had not actually 10 any money to the cashier. I felt terrible. I just couldn't go back to the cashier and11my stolen pizza. I would feel embarrassed.

    I was so upset that I refused to give myself the12of an ice cream in fear that someone would say, "Hey, Jeff, why don't you 13 the change from the pizza instead of that nice, new US $20 bill?"

     was not so proud of my 14 now.

    For the next two years, whenever I was15of the "Pizza incident," I 16my eyes and said to myself, "Not gonna think about it, not gonna think about it…"

    I think this 17the saying, "A coward (懦夫) dies a thousand deaths, a hero dies 18." I was a coward and have felt19 about that incident at least a thousand times. If I had been a "hero" and gone 20up to pay for the pizza, then I would have felt a little embarrassed about it only once, or maybe twice.

    I was 18 years old when Tim and I began to date.1 and quiet. I'd met his parents once before but hadn't ventured to say more than “Hello”. This particular evening we were taking them out to dinner for their anniversary and I wanted to make a good 2on them.

    Tim and his parents had arrived to pick me up. I 3 out of my home as soon as possible. My good impression began with “on time ”. I sat in the backseat 4 watching his father's eyes glancing into the rearview mirror to 5 me.

    They had already decided on their favorite 6 and that was fine with me, the 7 lighting would hide the rising flush(红晕) in my cheeks, and if anyone noticed, I could 8 it on the peppers. With9 table manners I managed to survive halfway through dinner.10 in the midst of conversation I 11 for my iced tea, raised the glass to my 12and very quickly discovered I had picked up the13glass.

    I quickly 14 the glass and set it back but it was too15 I had burnt my eyebrows, and curl over my forehead! I looked up slowly,16no one had seen me, but each face stared at me in 17 silence. Excusing myself, I ran to the restroom. Soon afterwards, Tim's mother arrived. “Everything will be just fine,” she said 18.

    Tim and I eventually got 19. We had a small ceremony afterwards held at the restaurant where this 20 occurred. This time, however, I didn't drink any candles.

    It was a terrible day. Snow had been falling all day long making the trip 1. I would rather have been in my warm home than drive along on such a cold day, but I didn't have a 2. I had to have my paper work handed in and then 3 my son.

    The snow continued to fall as we drove along for the 15-mile trip back home. I slowed the car and 4 at my son in his heavy coat as he looked 5 out of the window with a blank expression. In the 6 of the world he was looked upon as a mentally disabled child. 7, over the years what I saw was a beautiful, kind and 8 soul. He had shown me more about love than I could have ever 9 on my own.

    I slowed the car even more as we 10 a sharp curve (弯). As we rounded it I saw a shivering (颤抖的), young woman in a 11 jacket walking in the snow storm . I pulled over and let her in. She was heading for her Mom's house to visit her 12 whom she hadn't seen for months. She had experienced a lot of disappointments and 13. Yet, she still held out hope for a new job and tried to 14 a new life for her son and herself.

    I took her as 15 as I was able to and dropped her off. She thanked me for the 16 and I told her I wished I could have done more to help. Then as we were about to leave, my sweet son took off his coat, 17 down the window and gave it to her. She put it on, smiled and 18 to us as we pulled out on the road.

    In this world we will 19 many problems and challenges. Sometimes it seems that our entire lives are a trip down a curvy and dangerous road. Yet the power of 20 takes us straight back to a broad smooth highway.

    Hunter Shamatt lost his wallet while he was on a flight from Omaha to Denver earlier this month. Upon realizing that his wallet was lost, he 1 the airline to see if anyone had turned it in — but fruitlessly. 2the wallet contained his ID, a signed paycheck, $60 in cash, etc, he feared the worst.

    Two days after the flight, however, Hunter was 3 to receive a package in the mail from an anonymous (匿名的) sender. Inside was his wallet — 4 an additional $40 in cash. "I rounded your cash up to an even $100 so you could celebrate the 5 of your wallet.", read a letter that was enclosed with the package.

    Hunter's mother, Jeannie, posted a photo of the 6 to social media in hopes that they would be able to track down the sender. All they had to go on was that the letter was 7 from Applied Underwriters in Omaha and the sender's initials were signed "T.B". The sender was later 8 as Todd Brown, who was delighted to "have a little fun" with helping out a hard­working stranger.

    "I saw he was just a kid, 20 years old. He had a paycheck in there, so I 9, 'Well, he's doing his best to make ends meet.' " said Brown. "Hunter was very 10. He told me he has some student loans to pay within two days so the 11 was right," Brown added, "He 12 it was gone forever. So when he opened it, he just started screaming, 'No way! No way!'"

    Brown says that he often tries to do good things without any recognition; that's why he didn't sign his 13on the letter, but Jeannie later insisted on 14 him on social media. Jeannie wrote on Facebook, "This story is more about rebuilding 15 in people than anything."

    It was 9 P.M. on a cold night in November 2015. Powell was walling home along an empty road when he noticed a person, probably in his 20s, 1 on the bridge railing (栏杆), legs hanging over the Merrimack River.

    "At first I thought he was just 2. But as I got closer, I clearly heard Tm just gonna jump." says Powell.

    "Hey, buddy, what are you doing?" Powell asked He kept his 3, standing about six feet away so as not to 4 the stranger.

    "I'm gonna jump," the guy sad.

    "His voice had 5 in it, but I could tell he didn't really want to do this," says Powell.

    Powell tried to draw his attention. "You have any 6?"

    Without 7 to look at Powell, the stranger pulled up a picture of his daughter on his cell phone. "Think about how 8 her dad at a young age will affect her," Powell suggested.

    "My heart was 9, but I stayed calm," says Powell. By doing so, he learned about the stranger's trouble.

    "I am having a 10 time," the stranger said, "I can't make any 11, I am hungry, and I can't live without heroin (海洛因).

    Powell, who by this point had 12 closer to the stranger, made him believe that he 13 if he jumped into the river. The stranger 14 turned and looked at him. Powell, now about two feet from him, held out his hand and 15 it there. To his surprise, the stranger 16 his hand and climbed down.

    Fifteen minutes later, Powell watched the police 17 the stranger away. He never did get his name, 18 does he know what became of him. But Powell will always 19 the last words the stranger said to him. 20 he climbed into the police car, he turned to Powell. "Thank you," he said. "You really are a hero to me."

When I was three, I was inseparable from my parents. Where they went I went, always reaching out for their hands to ensure their1.

As we2 my preschool for the first time, my hands tightly3 my parents'. We walked past the 4 sign out front which read "Welcome to the Lakeschool!", up the stairs and through the front door. I was happy and5– what could this new place be? Soon enough, however, I was introduced to my teachers and as they warmly6 me, they separated my hands from my parents' hands. As we progressed across the room, my parents7 broke away from our little group and went a8 way. They seemed, in fact, to be heading toward the door. When I realized what was happening, I9 to run after them, only to be held back by my teachers. My small face contorted (变形) and tears began to flood my cheeks. My mouth opened and a desperate10 escaped, loud enough for my parents, who were now outside, to11. I stared at them, pressed up against the12. But soon another little girl13. She wrapped her14 around me until I stopped crying. Then she took my hand and led me away from the window. My parents breathed a sigh of15.

The girl was Helen, and from that moment on we were best friends.