During the fifth grade, I was often bullied(欺凌) by a boy.1I told it to my teacher. Kyle's bullying never stopped. I was very2and full of hate until he went to another school the next year.

    One night in eighth grade I3again the bullying Kyle had put me through. I waited for the rush of anger I'd always4when thinking about Kyle,5none came. I tried again, thinking about the marks he'd6so many times on the tops of my feet, the words, the pain…but I felt no hate for him.7I felt a small beating of pity inside my heart. This boy, who had8my fifth grade experience, had probably been9his own troubles then. He was obviously10at the world and maybe he was simply taking that11out on me. It was no excuse for what he did, but it was a12.

    I felt as if I had an13understanding. Being angry with Kyle for what he had done was like drinking poison. By holding my hate for Kyle14. I was only hurting myself. That night, I15to let old wounds heal(愈合), and I forgave(宽恕) my fifth grade bully.

    In letting go of that pain, I felt great16. I wasn't letting a three-year-old incident17me. In that way, I guess forgiveness is the most18tool humans have been blessed with. Because, with it, we can let go of19burdens and truly live our own lives. Who knew an eleven-year-old boy could20me that?

    While Andrew was getting ready for work one Friday morning, he announced to his wife that he had finally decided to ask his boss for a salary raise. All day Andrew felt nervous1Mr. Larchmont refused to2 his request? Andrew had 3 so hard in the last 18 months4 he should get a wage increase.

    The thought of walking into Larchmont's office left Andrew weak at the knees. Late in the afternoon he finally gathered the 5to approach his superior. To his 6 and surprise, the ever-frugal（一贯节省的）Harvey Larchmont agreed to give Andrew a7!

    Andrew arrived home that evening, to find their dining table 8 with their best china, and candles lit. His wife, Tina, had prepared a delicate meal 9 his favorite dishes. Immediately he 10 someone from the office had broken the message to her!

    Next to his plate Andrew found a beautiful lettered 11 It was from his wife, which12“Congratulations, my love! I knew you'd get the raise! I prepared this dinner to show 13how much I love you. I'm so proud of your accomplishments!” He read it and stopped to 14 how sensitive and caring Tina was.

    After dinner, Andrew was on his way to the kitchen 15he observed a second card had slipped out of Tina's pocket. He picked it up. It said: “Don't worry about not getting the raise! You do 16 one! I prepared this dinner to show you how much I love you 17 you didn't get the increase.”

Tears 18in Andrew's eyes. Total acceptance! Tina's support for him was not 19 upon his success at work.

    The fear of rejection is often softened and we can undergo almost any setback or rejection when we know someone loves us20 our success or failure.

    Growing up in Georgia in the 1970s, I always felt that the bad old day of Southern prejudice (偏见) and ignorance had passed and that we were1a new South built upon hard-won racial equality, charity and the sense that no one was 2 than anyone else.

    I'm not so3anymore. Lately, I feel like our moral compass has been4, spinning to intolerance, greed and meanness.

    In times of 5, I put my faith in Elvis Presley, who6the South's better angles. He was a hard worker, and 7 he lived the high life, he never forgot that he had been born into 8. I don't think you'll 9hear an interview with the man when he didn't express 10for all that life had given him.

    And he was a self-made talent, perhaps the11entertainer of all time, born in a two-room shack(棚屋) in Tupelo, Mississippi. I've been there many times, reflecting on what it says about America .Greatness can be born12.

Elvis was famous for his generosity—13cars, expensive gifts and other handouts to anyone in need. That's how the Presleys14 the Great Depression(1929-1933). His father Vernon was a laborer who was often out of15, and the Presleys relied on the kindness of family and neighbors to get them 16 the hard time.

    Today's politicians please the crowds with messages that praise the rich and powerful and think of the poor as 17 their fate18, the crowds believe that their problems could be solved if only the poor people below them didn't 19 so much. To blame an immigrant (移民)for “ 20 ” a job, instead of the CEO who won't pay a living wage.

    Yet, I still believe, as Elvis once said, “Truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it can't go in a way”.

    From a young age, Micheal Platt loved two things: Martin Luther King and cupcakes. He set down statistics about income inequality and childhood hunger. But he also1 afternoons at his computer in his home, astonished by YouTube bakers who changed eggs, flour and water2 edible(可食用的) works of art.

    Michael saw a way to3 his two passions. At age 11, he founded a bakery. For every cupcake, cake or cookie Micheal 4, he donates another to the homeless and 5. Micheal, now 13, said he6 enjoys handing out cupcakes to kids.

    Sometimes Micheal bakes to get money for hunger-fighting groups, too. He spent a morning last weekend teaching a baking class to7 money for Nokid Hungry.

    He can keep up with his baking partly because he is homeschooled by his mother, who 8 her job to take care of Micheal full time. Micheal 9 of public school after his epilepsy(癫痫) was diagnosed in sixth grade. His epilepsy became too 10 and too frequent to allow him to sit in a classroom, his mother explained.

    “It was a very, very 11 time," she said of the period after the diagnosis, during which Micheal had to 12 his physical activity. "He had to stop everything he13: gymnastics, climbing trees, diving. So that's14 he kind of threw himself into baking." She said. Baking, Micheal said, makes him feel calm.

    But when he started the bakery, he knew from the beginning that he wanted his 15 to do more than make money. Micheal hopes his cupcakes16 others to work for social equality.

    Sometimes, Micheal17, he grows tired of being in the kitchen. Then he remembers the 18 boy he met once while19 cupcakes. A couple of days afterwards, the boy's father messaged Micheal on Facebook saying that his son, encouraged by Micheal's example, now is eager to 20 a baker. "That inspired me," Micheal said.

An entire American town gathered together to buy a new car for Peters, a pizza deliveryman for 31 years. They wanted to give him an incredible1

Though it may be not a2career, Peters knows he's3his suited position. "There were people in my family that were like, maybe you should consider your4stability a little more," he said. "But it's my purpose in life-trying to make people5. You know, when you're delivering to somebody, you may be the only face they6all day. "

Whenever folks saw Peters and his 28 -year -old Oldsmobile7their way, they knew they would be served with a8. Langley, one of Peters' longtime9customers said, "He's a very10individual. We call him ‘Mr. Smiley.' Learning that, he turned to the community to11Peters. It would guarantee he 12 his appointed routine.

Within three days they13$19,000，enough to buy Peters a new car to see him through a lot more

14. It felt almost like a15when he first learned his loyal customers were16a car to him. He'll remember the awesome experience for the rest of his life. He's simply17. He just hopes that all those who made this happen will be18.

Every time the guy19his loyal customers with a smile，so the community's generous show of gratitude came as no surprise. "That's the type of20he has on people," Langley, who's been having pizzas delivered by Peters for 20 years，said.

A big fire took the life of the mother in this family. When I 1 , the father and his child Mario were 2 staying in a garage. There were already quite a few 3 at the door. A mother and her daughter caught my 4 . The mother said to her 5 , "Look, this is the best jacket your daddy just 6 . This quilt is Mommy's best one. We all can 7 our best to Mario's family, so why can't you give your best? Can we change this old bear to your most 8 one?"

The daughter asked, "If I give away my best to Mario, will he give it back to me?" I couldn't help but 9 , "Of course not, once you donate something, you can't 10 to get it back."

Together, we 11 the garage. As the little girl's mother 12 the quilt and clothes, the girl took Mario's hand, whose eyes filled with tears, and 13 and carefully placed her mother's 14 into Mario's small one. Her face was pale. She bit her 15 as if making a big 16 , and said, "Mario, I am donating my mom to you, now you have a mom." After doing so, tears streamed down her cheeks, and she turned and 17 .

Her mother ran after her. The little girl, with tearful eyes, looked up at her mother and timidly said, "Mom, no, Mario's mom, I don't want to take you back, but I still want to give you a 18 kiss. Can you let me kiss you without telling Mario?" Her mother 19 her tightly, and I saw that the mother's eyes were filled with tears, her face beaming with happiness and 20 .