When I was only eight, my father decided to work far from home to earn a living for the whole family. He1that he would come back home once a year. Thinking that he didn't love me, I had too much difficulty2 the unexpected and sudden3at that time. No matter how many times mother explained it to me, l could not help4him for his leaving.

    Whenever I saw other parents sending their children to school5while I only had my mother with me, I couldn't6asking myself, “Why can't I have the honor?” Whenever there was a sports meet, I felt that I was the only one7to get encouragement from a father. Obviously I didn't understand my father; 8, I even blamed him for not being there for me. I 9the only way to let him know my feelings was to10him the cold shoulder, so I never gave him any  11. He did not know how to12to my indifferent attitude, which gradually formed a great13between father and me.

    However, one day things14. I was ill. While lying in bed, suddenly my phone rang, and it was my dad. When I answered the phone, to my15, I heard him crying. I never saw him cry. After a while he said, “You don't know how16 I feel. If there is one-in-a-thousand chance that I could get back to you, I will not 17. However, I cannot. Sometimes one must give something up to take his real  18. You don't know how much I 19you. Every time I hear your voice, I cannot stop blaming myself for leaving you.” At that moment, I 20 him and knew that sometimes one has to stop trying something so as to be really responsible.

    My memories of my father are slim because he was so sick in the last years of his life. But there are1that I am often reminded of and which may have had some bearing on my love of2.

    When I was small I was somewhat3of lightning and thunder. My father explained it. The explanation was in4that a child could understand but was basically correct. I gained a better5later, but I didn't have to unlearn anything.

    What he said was that there was electricity in the clouds6it traveled to the ground like a spark. When it traveled7the air it made the air so hot that it8. Then there was nothing where the air had been and the air all around rushed in to9the space. He clapped his hands together very loud,10 to be the air rushing in, and said that makes the thunder. When I hear thunder, I can still hear that11.

    He explained why if it was cloudy in the winter the night was warmer than if it was12. It was one of those nights when the sky was full of stars: no moon, no town lights. But there were more stars than you could13 and they had color too. He said that if there were no clouds, we had no blankets and were 14to the universe. Our warmth was going to15the whole universe. When there were clouds, they were like blankets and we were not exposed to the universe. I 16 feel on the edge of space on a very clear night.

    I am sure there were many other lessons that I17but no longer remember. What I did18, in general, was that there were explanations and that the more I understood them, the more comfortable the world was to live in. I was not taught that there were 19 but that there was understanding if you looked for it. This may be why I have always been 20 in science.

    Without warning, my father would knock on the door in the middle of night, drunken and begging my mother to open it. Later on, they lived their 1 lives and my mother was 2my family independently.

    My father was always claiming he had been planning to do something for us, but he had no  3. The man who was 4 to love us, in fact, lacked the 5 of what it truly meant to love a child.

    Maybe it was his complicated relationship to his father that made him 6. Maybe it was the pain 7 with a life of misfortune. Who knows? Whatever it was, it stole him from us, and 8 from me. Not understanding me, he simply 9 me—not just emotionally, but 10 as well. Never once did he hug me.

    My best memories of him were from his 11 at participation. Once every month or two, he would 12 and drive us to Trucker's Paradise. To me, the games were fun but easily forgotten. It was the 13 of my father that was most treasured.

    It wasn't until I was much older that I would find evidence of my father's love.

    When my favorite personal computer came onto the market, I convinced myself that I had to have it even though its price was far 14 my mother's reach. I mowed （割草）every yard I could find that summer, 15 it still wasn't enough. Then my dad agreed to help me 16the rest of the money by selling watermelons. This was the first time that I had ever spent time alone with him. He laughed and repeatedly 17 me as “my boy”, a phrase he relayed with a sense of 18.

    It just goes to show that however distant the father and however broken the 19, there is still a need for even the smallest bit of 20 of a father's love. Although he had never told me that he loved me, I would regard that day as the greatest evidence of that fact.

    When Alana brought Eva back to the hospital, doctors discovered that her kidneys (肾) were failing. After a long series of tests, doctors 1 that Eva was in need of a kidney transplant (移植). The only 2was finding a match. Even though all of her relatives were 3to donate, none were a match.

    After Eva's diagnosis, a YouCaring donation page was set up to help 4money to cover Eva's medical expenses. Also, one of Alana's friends posted on Facebook to see if anyone was willing to do a(n) 5deed. Many strangers responded, but one response from a woman named Tanya Thomas stood out from the 6.

    "Somehow Tanya got a hold of the post, and someone gave her my phone number, and we just started 7back and forth, along with the other people who had responded," says Alana."8 , one-by-one, everyone started fading out.But one person 9, and it was Tanya Thomas."

    Tanya went through all the necessary 10, and eventually learned that she was a 11!

    Alana was so 12for this stranger's act of13, but she soon realized that Tanya wasn't much of a14at all. It15that Tanya is a teacher at Slate Ridge Elementary, where Eva is a16. Alana had no17until she met Tanya at the school.

    "I 18started crying and wrapped my arms around her," explained Alana. Alana wants her daughter's incredible story to serve as inspiration for others to 19living donors.

    "Tanya wants to help bring awareness to others to be living donors," says Alana. "It's a message that she and Eva 20."

    Dealing with a disability can be a difficult task for anyone, but it's nothing for Roger. Having double disabilities all his life has made life a forever1. Roger was born prematurely (早产)and2in the hospital for nine months after birth. He was3of any other medical issues that he suffered at that time.

    Roger knew that he had poor4when he was a little boy. In school he couldn't see clearly what other5did, so the Library for Blind and Physically Handicapped provided him with large-print6and audio cassettes. He had barely graduated from high school due to the7of earlier assistance in high school. In 2008 he lost the remainder of usable sight8. The loss of vision was because of Graves' disease. He did not know he had it9he went to a specialist.

    As for his secondary10, his legs have given him difficulty all his life due to injuries. He severely broke his both11at 5 years old owing to falling on the ice. At that time he was too12to receive special surgeries (外科手术). As Roger gets older, he has had four surgeries on his knees. Even though the surgeries are all successful, Roger cannot13as common people do.

    To this day, it is a daily battle and he continues to14. Roger won't sit around and says if he only lives in this way, this is a15of his time. He never16, because he always believes that disability does not17incompetence. Roger always tries his best to enjoy every day and realizes his18or goals. By teaching Braille (盲文)and working at his local community, now he is famous in the US. Whoever you are, you can always try to do19good for other people, which makes your life more20.

Juleus Ghunta is a published children's author and award-winning poet. But when young, he could 1 read.

He grew up with his three sisters in rural Western Jamaica, raised by their single mother. Life was tough, and proper schooling was out of the question due to 2 resources.

When Ghunta finally went to school, he couldn't 3 on reading. Not only had he been kept home from school as a child, but he had not been 4 to books.

By sixth grade, he could spell his name, but still couldn't make out words or read with 5 . He struggled in school with a deep sense of 6 and worthlessness.

At age 12, a young teacher-in-training 7 a special reading program for 8 students. Ghunta was the first to join. That teacher, whose name he does not 9 now, became Ghunta's unsung hero — the person who changed his life.

The teacher was incredibly kind to him. Under her guidance, Ghunta's reading skills saw marked improvement, and his sense of inadequacy began to 10 .

"She had left me with the gift of literacy," he said. "And a deeper 11 of my talent."

After Ghunta's experience with the teacher, his life course 12 . He graduated with academic 13 and is now the author of two children's books, including "Rohan Bullkin and the Shadows."

Years later, Ghunta returned to his old school and asked the principal and teachers if they knew her 14 , but none did. Carrying this memory, however, he still hopes to find and thank her for seeing his 15 and being a source of light and hope in his life.