Six months ago I made a rash (轻率的) promise. The leader of the youth 1in our village rang me in March saying, “We are thinking of running a children's play program for a 2 in October half-term. Would you be prepared to 3?” My response was, “sure, why not?”4I was a little flattered(荣幸的) to be asked, even though working as a care assistant with old people hardly 5me for the role. Still, I put the date in my diary. Time flew and 6I knew it, the day finally came.

    I arrived at the youth centre that morning feeling full of 7. There were 12 helpers including me and each pair had been allocated (分配) a particular 8 group. Mine was the 10 to 11 year olds.

    All too quickly the children began 9. A handful of them were already members of the club but the other forty-five were from the local primary schools. 10 I asked myself why I had decided to spend a day with all these “little monsters”11 when I had two of my own! I needn't have 12 of course as it turned out to be a 13day. We learned “action” songs, decorated biscuits and played memory games. I say “we” because I rediscovered my inner 14 and joined in all the activities.

    The most 15 was the final performance of “He's got the whole world in his hands” in the 16 part of the day. The children knew the words and actions off by heart and sang so 17 that it was almost enough to bring the roof down. It made you 18 to witness something so magical.

    There was one 19 for the children and that was that the play program was only running for a day, and not the whole week. As they said goodbye to me, one of the children 20and said “Can we do it again in the next holiday, Miss?” My response was, “Sure, why not?”

    Madison Williams,aged 13 ,was studying in her bedroom in Dublin, Ohio. Suddenly,her mother,Leigh Williams,rushed in saying1"A little boy fell into a septic tank（化粪池），and no one can2him.”

    They ran to the neighbor's yard,where they found the boy's desperate mother and other people3a septic tank opening that was slightly wider than a4The boy,only 2, had slipped in.

    Madison quickly5the situation. She was the only one who could6 through the small hole. Without7she got on her stomach next to the opening, placed her8out in front of her9told the adults, “Lower me in.”

    Leigh and the others10her waist and legs. She moved her arms and shoulders from side to side until she got through the11Inside,the tank was dark ,and the air was sick. She used her hands to12the boy in the dirty water, and jammed her left wrist13 a hidden pole, injuring the muscles in her wrist and arm. Ignoring her14Madison continued. Minutes ticked by before she15grasped his foot.

    Then, ten minutes after Madison had16the tank, she and the boy were17.But the boy wasn't out of18He had been kept from oxygen long enough that he wasn't19An adult gave him several hard hits on the back. It was only when Madison heard him cry that she knew he was 20Madison's action made her a hero.

    A little boy almost considered himself as the most unfortunate child in the world because a terrible illness made his leg lame（癖的）. He 1 played with his classmates; and when the teacher asked him to answer questions, he always 2 his head without a word.

    One spring, the boy's father got some saplings （树苗）3 the neighbor and told his 4 to plant one each person. The father also 5 to buy a favorite gift for whoever grew best. The boy also wanted to get his father's 6. But seeing his brothers and sisters carry water actively, he lost 7. So after watering it once or twice, he never8 it.

    A few days later, when the little boy went to see his tree again, he was 9 to find that it appeared greener and 10 than his sisters' and brothers'. His father 11 his promise, and said that he would surely become an outstanding botanist（植物学家）when he 12 up.

    From then on, the little boy slowly became 13. One night, looking at the bright moonlight outside, he suddenly recalled what the 14 teacher once said: plants generally grow at night. Then he came to the courtyard and unexpectedly found his father 15 under his tree with a big spoon. 16, he understood: his father had been secretly watering his small tree! He 17 to his room, tears running down out of control.

    Decades passed. The little boy didn't become a botanist, 18 he was elected President of the United States. His name was Franklin Roosevelt.

    19 is the best nutrition （营养）of life; even if it is just one spoonful of clear 20, it can make the tree of life lively.

    When I was a little girl, I remember that when my dad was repairing something, every time he asked me to 1 the hammer, just so we would have a time for a 2 with each other. I 3 saw my dad drinking or taking a night out with the boys, all he did after 4 was taking care of his family.

    I 5 and left home for college and since then, my dad had been calling me every Sunday morning, no matter what. And when several 6 later I bought a house, my dad was 7 it by himself for three days in the 80°F summer heat. All he 8 was to hold his paint brush and talk to him. But I was too 9 in those days, I did not find any time for a conversation with my dad.

    One Sunday 10 we had a telephone talk as usual, I noticed that my dad had 11 some things that we discussed 12. I was in a hurry, so our conversation was 13. Few hours later that day came a call. My father was in a hospital with an aneurysm(动脉瘤). 14 I bought a ticket for a flight and 15 I was thinking about all 16 occasions(场合) to have a talk with my dad.

    By the time I17 at the hospital, my father had passed away. Now it was he who did not have 18 for a conversation with me. After his death I19 much more about him, and even more about myself. All he ever asked me was my time. And now he has all my20every single day.

Each morning at 6 a.m., Kamaljeet Singh, 57, is up and out of the house. He starts by spending three hours helping 1 food to nearly two dozen drop-off locations across Delhi, India, then 2 the numerous facilities run by the volunteer organization he leads with his brother, Premjit. The organization, Veerji Ka Dera, was founded in 1989 by their father, Trilokchan Singh.

"He was a very 3 man," says Kamaljeet of his father, who died in 2010. In the 1980s, Trilokchan began organizing volunteers to help him clean temples. Then they began 4 one of India's most underserved groups（弱势群体）: the migrant workers who came to Delhi from rural areas. It started with a free breakfast, and eventually the group was also providing basic first aid for minor, often job-related,5 . 

After his death, Kamaljeet and Premjit, inspired by their father's lifetime of service, 6 the organization. "We are continuing helping the poor," says Premjit, 61, "Our aim is that no one goes hungry and 7 for in Delhi."

Veerji Ka Dera now 8 about 2,500 daily wage workers and homeless people a day, in addition to offering basic medical care to as many as 500 people. It's all made9 by the roughly 250 families who 10 their time to cook, drive, nurse, farm and clean. During the Covid-19 pandemic, with special 11 from the government, it 12 down to feed 5,000 people a day and offer medical care to those 13 .

In 2023, the award -the Real Heroes of Rising India - was 14 to them by India's Health Minister for their 15 act. 

If you had to choose one word to describe Kevin,it might be "slow".He didn't learn his ABCs as fast as other kids.He never came first in the schoolyard races.However,his smile was bright and he showed great interest in everything.So when he discovered that Randy was putting together a boy's basketball team,Kevin immediately joined.

At practice,Kevin worked so hard that you'd have thought he was preparing for the NBA.And the whole team truly loved basketball.But just loving the game doesn't help you win.They lost every game that season by a very large margin(差距),except one...that night it snowed and the other team couldn't make it to the game.

At the end of the season,the boys unfortunately played against the first-place team.The game went pretty much as expected,and near the middle of the fourth quarter Kevin's team stood nearly 30 points behind.At that point,one of Kevin's teammates called time-out."Coach,this is our last game but Kevin has never made a basket.We should let him try," said the boy.With the game completely out of reach,the idea seemed reasonable.So every time Kevin's team had the ball,they would give it to Kevin.His first shot missed and he missed another shot again.This continued a few more times until the player from the other team grew wise.Instead of running off down the court,he threw the ball to Kevin who shot...and missed again.

Soon,all the players were circling Kevin,throwing the ball to him.The whole gymnasium thundered with the clapping,chanting,"Kevin!Kevin!" Finally,after amounts of tries,the ball went in.Kevin's arms shot high into the air and he shouted,"I won!I won!" The first-place team remained unbeaten,but on that evening,everyone left the game truly feeling like a winner.