We have been driving in fog all morning, but the fog is lifting now. The little seaside villages are1one by one. “There is my grandmother's house,” I say2across the bay to a shabby old house.

    I am in Nova Scotia on a pilgrimage(朝圣) with Lisa, my granddaughter, seeking roots for her, retracing(追溯)3 memory for me. Lisa was one of the mobile children4 from house to house in childhood. She longs for a sense of5and so we have come to Nova Scotia where my husband and I were born and where our ancestors6for 200 years.

We soon7 by the house and I tell her what it was like here, the memories8back, swift as the tide (潮水).

    Suddenly, I long to walk again in the9 where I was once so gloriously a child. It still10 a member of the family, but has not been lived in for a while. We cannot go into the house, but I can still walk 11 the rooms in memory. Here, my mother 12 in her bedroom window and wrote in her diary. I can still see the enthusiastic family13 into and out of the house. I could never have enough of being 14 them. However, that was long after those childhood days. Lisa15 attentively as I talk and then says, “So this is where I16 where I belong.”

    She has17 her roots. To know where I come from is one of the great longings of the human18 To be rooted is “to have an origin”. We need19origin. Looking backward, we discover what is unique in us; learn the 20 of “I”. We must all go home again—in reality or memory.

    27- year - old Ross OC Jennings has become an online celebrity for his bagpipe-playing (演奏风笛) photos across the globe. He calls 1 the First Piper.

    The seed for the world traveling idea 2 him when he attended a travel expo in London, where he met adventurers who shared their 3from across the globe. Ross was attracted by their stories.

    The 4 began on a night in Tunisia in May 2014 by chance. Ross 5 his bags without knowing much about the North African country. 6Tunisia, he traveled across Western Europe, the mountains of China, played in front of the Taj Mahal in India and Cambodians ancient temples. But his greatest 7was in Kenya.

    On the way to Nairobi, Ross arrived at a famous 8 sanctuary (禁猎区) and hotel in Kenya. He begged the hotel owners to ask if he could play the bagpipes there. They answered9, "Of course the house was built by a Scotsman." "the minute I started playing all these giraffes started 10 towards me, rocking. It was the most 11 audience I've ever had.

    Ross has three 12 when traveling. First, pipe in a school to interact with students; second, challenge himself to play in a dramatic place; and last, play in public. His Facebook is filled with 13 taken from around the world.

    Ross's journey is all 14 thanks to his unique music career, which started at the 15 of thirteen when he was offered the chance to play bagpipes at school. After leaving university, he 16 "the last thing I wanted to do was work behind a desk". Inspired by the travel expo and equipped with his bagpipes, he made his wish to17a real desk.

    18 planning what to do in the countries Ross visits, the plans seem to find him. He said, "Chance is a big part of it. That's why I partly, intentionally, don't try to plan too much." The music connects people in uncommon and wonderful 19. "Without having this dripping in clichés（陈词滥调）, it is amazing how20 does connect people and how it makes people smile," Ross said.

    It was my first day to Miss Hargrove's seventh grade. Past “newcomer experiences” had been difficult, so I was very1to fit in. After being introduced to the class, I bravely put on a smile and2my seat.

    Lunchtime was a(n)3surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. They were friendly, so I began to4. My new classmates told me about the school, the teachers and the other kids. They5out the class nerd（书呆子）to me: Mary Lou. She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and olive-skin,6she wore a long woolen skirt and an old-fashioned blouse. She looked stupid. The girls whispered and laughed7Mary Lou walked by. She ate alone.

    After school, the girls invited me to8them in front of the school. I was9to be a member of the club. We waited. For what, I didn't know. Then Mary Lou came down the school steps. The girls started10her, shouting rudely, biting comments. I11, and then joined right in. Mean remarks12from my lips. No one could tell I'd never done this before. The other girls stepped back and started cheering for me. Feeling13, I pulled on her backpack and then pushed her. Her backpack broke. Mary Lou fell and I backed off. Everyone was laughing. I14in. I was a leader.

    I was not proud. Something inside me hurt. If you've ever picked a wing off a butterfly, you know how I felt. Mary Lou got up, gathered her books and left without a tear or saying anything. She held her head15as blood ran down from her knee. I16her struggle away down the street.

    I turned to leave with my17friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. He must have been Mary Lou's father—he had the same olive skin, dark hair and handsome look. He remained still and watched the18girl walk toward him. Only his eyes—shining with both sadness and pride—followed. As I passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that reminded me of my19.

    Mary Lou's father's eyes taught me a good lesson that day. I never again hurt someone for my own20.

Running for a Dream

    I will never forget that November day. It was hotter than normal. This was the 1my father and I had waited so long for, because we had been working towards this race for three years. Dozens of familiar faces from church and school flashed across my view. They had come2me. I saw worry and3on my father's face. Then the race began!

    For the first two and a half miles. I felt4.I had never before been so ready for something. The weeks leading up to the race were filled with controlled5and a strict diet. My friends hadn't seen me in weeks, but they understood the6required to make my dream a reality. As in all of my races, I didn't7out in the front, I loved the pleasure of passing people as my strength overtook their premature speed.

    Then without warning, my strength began to decrease. Neck and neck with one of my greatest competitors, I8see the finish line. I had begun the final dash into9when my knees became weak and my legs gave way. Nothing I could do would make them10weight.

    I watched as runners rushed by me.11I knew my dreams of victory were destroyed. I had to finish the race. However, my legs hurt badly. With all of the 12left in me, I got on my hands and knees and crawled （爬）,inch by inch, across the finish line. Voices, both13and familiar, cheered me on. They gave me the courage to keep14until the very end.

    The doctors were there in seconds, but my eyes searched the crowd for him. There was only one person I wanted to15to. I whispered, "I'm so sorry, Dad, I'm so sorry I 16you." He looked at me, saying," You could never disappoint me. Sometimes these things just17.All that matters is that you did your best."

    "But we worked so18.What about our dream？"He reached over for my hand and said, "Don't you know that you are my dream and it has come true？"

It wasn't long before my running shoes were back on, marking a19path for my journey, I learned that all of the miles, the tears, the sweat, and the pain my dad and I experienced together were not for a20.What I realized, though, was that to him ,I was the greatest prize he had ever won.

    Since I introduced animals into my child psychotherapy(心理治疗) practice, my life as a doctor has been full of wonders. One Friday afternoon Diane, a dark-haired five-year-old, who had 1 said a word to anyone outside her home environment, came to me for 2 help.

    When Diane and her parents were 3 in the waiting room, my dog, Puppy, and I walked out to 4 them. I noticed immediately Diane sat with her head down, her eyes directed toward the floor in front of her, making no move to 5.

    Puppy, walking ahead of me, made a beeline for Diane. Because Diane's head was 6, Puppy was just three feet from her when the girl finally 7 sight of him. Startled by the 8 sight, the girl's eyes became huge and then her mouth curved slowly into a smile. Puppy stopped 9 in front of Diane and laid his head in her lap.

    I greeted Diane, but she didn't 10. Instead, she began to silently pet Puppy's head, running her 11 softly over Puppy's ears and nose. Obviously she was still 12, but she was smiling and seemed to be enjoying her 13 with Puppy.

    Then I gave Puppy a hand 14 to go back into the inner office. As Puppy walked away, I watched Diane's face fall and her eyes take on a 15 look. I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't 16 you wanted Puppy to stay. All you have to do for him to come back is say, 'Puppy, come.'"

    After struggling inside, Diane called in a soft 17, "Puppy, come; please come." As Diane's parents watched in tears, I gave Puppy another signal and he ran over to the girl who 18 her chair and hugged Puppy tightly around the neck. Seeing this, I was 19, for Diane had taken the first step in her journey toward being able to interact(互动) with the world outside her home and Puppy had20his magic again.

If you ask 100 people what subjects they wish they had been taught in school, there is a chance that the vast majority of them will complain about the lack of personal finance education. In my case, I did learn a bit about financing while in school — just not in the classroom. One of my earliest lessons on the basics of budgeting came from an unlikely source: the cafeteria.

My lunch budget was a set amount each week. Without a plan, it would be all too easy to blow through the budget long before meeting all expenses. Therefore, my very first budgeting lesson was to make a budget well. A bit of simple arithmetic (算术) helped me determine exactly how much money I could spend each day if I wanted to actually have lunch all week. 

Besides, my school had relatively diverse lunch offerings. You could not only get the common hot school lunch but also find many other foods of varying attractions. As far as I was concerned, what attracted me most was the ice cream. Unfortunately, I couldn't blow my daily lunch budget on ice cream. And I'd already figured out that splurging early in the week made for a rough time for the rest of the week. Hence, I learned my second important budgeting lesson: save for a goal. Because of this lesson, when Friday rolled around, I would have just enough left over for a wonderful lunch and the highly desirable ice cream. 

Nowadays, my budget is a bit more complicated than the lunch budget in the past. Although I no longer have to save my pennies for a frozen treat, budgeting my money today uses the exact same skills I learned all those years ago. Actually, whether you're budgeting for school lunches or credit card bills, the basics remain the same. And it's never too early — or too late — to learn how to make a proper budget.