The back door of the ambulance was suddenly shut and the driver ran to the front, jumped into the seat, and started the engine. Inside were the1 parents, Mr. and Mrs. Green, the mother holding their baby daughter, Ally. The little girl had some food stuck in her 2 and could hardly3.

    The driver, Mr. White, 4 his siren (警报器) and flashing light, and started speeding toward the5 hospital, fighting against 6. The cars ahead of him pulled out of their way 7he drove through the busy traffic. From the back of the ambulance the parents were shouting at him to 8, since Ally almost stopped breathing. In front of him he saw some traffic 9, with the red “stop” light shining. Mr. White knew he had no time to lose, so he drove straight past, 10 to his left and right as he did so.

    Coming towards him from his right was a11. The driver had the windows 12, as the air-conditioner was working and he was playing his radio as well. He was not aware of the ambulance.

    The lights were 13, so he drove 14 on into the path of the ambulance. Mr. White tried to stop his ambulance, but it was too late. It hit the taxi. Everyone was shaken but luckily no one was hurt. Mr. White looked back to see 15 little Ally was. He was 16to see relief instead of fear in the face of the parents.

    “Look!” cried Mrs. Green. “She is17 again.”

    “It must have been the crash (撞击),” said her husband. “It 18 the food out of her throat.” The baby's color was turning 19, and she was crying in a loud but healthy voice.

    They were all joyful, and quite forgot about the 20, the taxi, and the lines of cars all around them.

    Robby was 11 when he took his first piano lesson. I1students begin at an earlier age,2I explained to Robby. Robby said it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student.

Much3Robby tried, he4the sense of tone and basic rhythm. But be dutifully reviewed his lessons.

    Over the months he tried and tried, and he'd always say, “My mom's going to hear me play someday. ”But it seemed5 He just did not have any inborn ability.

    Then one day Robby stopped coming. I was glad, as he was a bad6for my teaching!I7he had decided to pursue something else.

    Several weeks later, my students were to have a recital（演奏会）. To my surprise, Robby came, asking to play in the recital.

     “It is for8pupils, but you dropped.

     “My mom was sick. But I have been practicing. I've just got to play!” he insisted and I agreed.

    The night for the recital came. I put Robby up last in the program9I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought I could save his poor performance through my "curtain closer".

    The recital10well. Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked dirty. “How could his Mom?”I thought.

    Robby began and it was Mozart's work. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers even11on the keys. After six and a half minutes he ended and people were all on their feet in wild12

    13and in tears I ran up and put my arms around Robby in joy. "I've never heard you play like that, Robby! How did you do it?"

    Through the microphone Robby explained :"Well , Miss Hondorf, remember I told you my mom was sick? Well.14she had cancer and15this morning. And well. . . She was born deaf, so tonight was the16time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it17"

    There wasn't a18eye that evening. I thought to myself how much19my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. However, he was the teacher, for it is he that showed me the meaning of20and love and believing in oneself.

    Whatever misfortune you face, just hold up your head and face it with a smile! I got to know this from a musical soul.

    The other day I was feeling quite1, having just been laid off from my job. With so many2to pay, I was wondering what was going to happen to my family.

    I got off the bus when I heard piano music and3rising above the noise of the traffic. I walked a bit slower, trying to find out where it was coming from. Through the4I saw a young lady sitting at a piano with a box next to her.

    She was singing songs about love and her sweet voice5me a bit. Then I stood there watching her playing, thinking that it must take6to perform on her own in front of hundreds of people she didn't know.

    She might have felt my7for she occasionally looked in my direction.

    By now I was telling myself that I could at least tell her how good she sounded. I walked8and put some money in her box and she expressed her thanks with a smile on her face.

    I asked her9, “Why are you playing the piano in the middle of this crowded place?”

    She explained to me that she sees so many10people in the world that she is trying to relieve the pain by11motivational music.

    Instead of continuing my way home, I said to her, “I have been going through a12time lately, but you've made me13again.”

    “I'm happy that I could be14to you,” she replied. “Why are you so sad?”

    I told her my story and said, “I'm not so15about what to do….”

    “You see, here's the16,” she responded. “When you were walking, your head was down.” She looked me in the eyes and went on, “Don't look defeated, because17comes in different ways and if your head is down you might never see it. You should18more… lift your head up.”

    I was really19by what she said! I did hold my head up and soon got through the difficult time.

    So20in trouble, just face it bravely and you are sure to overcome your difficulty sooner or later.

    When I was just out of college,I managed to get my dream job as a trader in New York City on the floor of the American Stock（股票）exchange.

    Though it was a proud1,the job was simply too physically2—I must stand in a crowd every day,which often3me in a mindset（心态）that held me back.

    Manhattan is a walking town and it's difficult to4when you have a disability.Taxis are expensive and riding the subway5dozens of steep steps to get below6.This left me only one7—the bus.

    One night,after the8for my job,I was aching with self-pity9it started to rain on my walk to the bus stop.I became more and more10without an umbrella,thinking I'd never11it in this city.Telling myself,"this city is just too hard" and "maybe it is just not possible for a guy like me".

    And then,I12the most beautiful,short moment.A couple came rolling by on roller skates,hand13hand as they skated what seemed like the tango.They were all wet but they saw the14as an opportunity and romance.

    I suddenly became grateful for waiting in the rain because I15have missed this beauty16if I had been in a taxi or on the subway.This,although17,was an important moment on my journey to discovering the18of achieving health and happiness.When I change my mindset,19for a moment,to what is possible and work to get rid of the self-limiting beliefs that20my daily actions,I will be on the road to a healthier,happier life.

    It's a Friday morning in Boston, which means Dr. Jim O'Connell is making his rounds. He might be more 1 inside an exam room, but that's not where his patients are. Dr. Jim O'Connell is one of a handful of physicians making house calls to the 2 in the city.

    More than 550,000 Americans are homeless, and many have health problems but no 3 to cure. O'Connell and his team are doing something about it. On a daily routine, they 4 about 700 regular patients. "I feel like I'm a country doctor in the middle of the city." he said.

    O'Connell began to do this 33 years ago, when he was at Harvard Medical School and was  5 to be a one-year position as the founding physician of a new health-care program for Boston's homeless. That turned into a 33-year 6 at the Boston Health Care for the Homeless Program, one of the country's largest of its kind. O'Connell 7 about everything, from stitches (缝补)for an arm to surgery for the soul. If patients can't be treated on the street, he finds them a treatment bed at the respite facility(休息治疗区), a place for patients who are too sick to be on the streets 8 not ill enough for a hospital stay.

    "Everything I had been taught to do—go fast, be efficient—was 9 when you take care of homeless people." When you see somebody outside, you get them a cup of coffee and sit with them. Sometimes it 10 six months or a year of offering a sandwich or a cup of coffee before someone would start to talk to me. But 11 they engage(参与), they'll come to you any time because of 12 you. When asked about how his life might have 13 , if he had become a highly paid physician, O'Connell said, "I 14 think about it anymore."

    Some things are far more valuable than money. Just ask Dr. Jim O'Connell who gets everything from patients who have nothing 15 to give.

    Martin Henfield talks about some of his 1 as a twin: when we were small, my mother dressed us 2 the same clothes. That was bad enough and we didn't like it. But we went on our first camping trip, it was even 3. We were only ten years old, and while 4 went into their sleeping bags for the 5, we were not happy to snuggle inside a double sleeping bag my mother made for us.

    At school our classmates 6 us Henfield One and Henfield Two, so people 7 even see our difference according to our initials because 8 of us were M.H. It was only when I went to college and began to have my own friends that I started to feel my own freedom of identity(身份).

    Before I went to college, during my secondary school 9, I 10 a job on a building site. My twin brother, Mike Henfield, didn't work. One day I asked my boss, "Can I have a week 11?" "Certainly," he said, "but you won't have the job when you 12 back." I didn't want to 13 the job. So on Monday morning, Mike went there in my 14 , jacket and hat and he worked for me for one week. 15 of them knew the difference.