Perhaps the most interesting person I have ever met in my life is an Italian professor of philosophy who teaches at the University of Pisa. 1 I last met this man eight years ago, I have not forgotten his 2 qualities. First of all, I respected his 3 to teaching. Because his lectures were always well-prepared and clearly delivered, students crowded into his classroom. His followers liked the fact that he 4 what he taught. Furthermore, he could be counted on to explain his ideas in an 5 way, introducing such aids to 6 as oil paintings, music, and guest lecturers. Once he 7 sang a song in class in order to make a point clear. 8, I admired the fact that he would talk to students outside the classroom or talk with them 9 the telephone. Drinking coffee in the café, he would easily make friends with students. Sometimes he would 10 a student to a game of chess. 11, he would join student groups to discuss a variety of 12: agriculture, diving and mathematics and so on. Many young people visited him in his office for 13 on their studies; others came to his home for social evenings. Finally, I was 14 by his lively sense of humor. He believed that no lesson is a success 15, during it, the students and the professor 16 at least one loud 17. Through his sense of humor, he made learning more 18 and more lasting. If it is 19 that life makes a wise man smile and a foolish man cry, 20 my friend is indeed a wise man.

    A little girl grew a 40-pound cabbage, feeding 275 people. Now, she's 1it her life.

    Most children have2such as playing outside and swimming with friends. But this little girl has a hobby that's3from all of her friends. And it was this hobby that has4her to be able to help her community.

    5Katie Stagliano was around 9 years old, she was given a class project to 6her first cabbage in her home garden. It didn't even take long to7and begin to grow. As friends came over, they pointed out it is8than any of theirs. They asked her what she had 9and she just told them that she watered it every day. But it didn't 10long for it to grow bigger and bigger. It grew so large that the cabbage11weighing 40 pounds! Kate then decided that she could use this cabbage to do something12for the community. So she took the huge cabbage to a local soup kitchen, where they13 it with ham and rice. Because of her cabbage, 275 poor people were14

    She began to realize that15and helping people are what she likes to do most. So, she decided to16her first garden on the land.

    Katie is now 18 years old, and has set up her own non-profit organization called “Katie's Krops” with the17of her family friends. She has 18over 200,000 dollars! And there're over 100 “Katie's Krops” in the US. She   19gardening and loves encouraging other children to experience the20of gardening as well.

    Last Friday when Jose Rodriguez , a 5-year-old white boy, asked his mother Lydia Rodriguez if he could get his blonde hair cut like his black friend Reddy's, and of course his mother agreed. For a very1reason the two pre-school friends decided to2 their teacher with matching haircuts.

    Jose3that if he and Reddy had the same haircut, no one would be able to4 them. Reddy apparently thought this trick was5as well.

    “It is just two6 boys. Obviously, they see they are different colors, they just don't care. It is not7, Rodriguez said. She sees Jose's inability to see a8 between himself and his friend as a parenting win. “I just taught him to9everyone the same,” she said.

    The teacher played along and10she was talking to Jose when Reddy arrived before Jose, he told the teacher and his11he was Jose.

    On Monday, Rodriguez 12the story on the Facebook.78,000 people 13 it and the story has gone viral（疯传）. On the post she wrote: “If this isn't proof that14and prejudice is something that is15 , I don't know what is. Their16 is the only difference Jose sees in the two of them. Though Jose loves17himself on TV and the Internet, he remains unsure why his haircut became such a big18 .

    “He still has no idea why people19so much”, Rodriguez said. “He wanted to20Reddy and now he thinks they look the same.”

    I, a postman, married Kathy twenty-eight years ago. Our marriage life was filled with quarrels, swearing, throwing pots…—it was too much like 1. So I had an idea that our time as husband and 2 was about up but I didn't expect it would 3 with a fight.

    We were 4 at home one evening after tea, one at each end of the table. I was 5a book, and Kathy just sat there. 6 she said, "I do love you, Harry." I was still in the book and said 7.

    Then, "Harry, look at me." My 8 came up, smiled and went down again to my reading. Maybe I was in the wrong, and should have said something, 9 the book was too good.

    "I'm sure all that reading's bad 10 your eyes," she commented. I went on reading, not looking up. She added, "My dad used to say that only fools read books."

    The words 11 me and I couldn't resist replying, "He only said that because he didn't know how to read. He was 12."

    Kathy never read books. She hated 13 like poison. She sneered(冷笑), "No need to be jealous of you. We've got more sense, and too much to do."

    Then I was upset, but in a 14 way, "Let me read, anyway, won't you? It's an interesting book, and I'm tired."

    She 15 out loud, "Tired? You ought to do some real work for a change instead of 16the streets with that stupid post-bag." She snatched the book out of my 17 and screamed, "Nothing but books, books, books," throwing the book into the fire.

    This really 18 me, so I slapped(掌掴) her across the face, not very hard but I did.

    One day, a month after 19 the book, I came back from work and found a note waiting for me, "I am going away and not coming back."

    We 20 six years after we married.

    A woman came out of her house and saw three old men with long white beards sitting in her front yard. She did not 1 them. She said, "I don't think I know you, but you must be 2. Please come in and have something to eat." "Is the man of the house home?" they asked. "No," she said, "he's out." "Then we cannot come in," they 3.

    In the evening when her husband came home, she told him what 4. "Go to tell them I am home and invite them in!" The woman went out and invited them in. "We do not go into the house 5," they replied. "Why is that?" she wanted to know. One of the old men explained, "His name is 6,"pointing to one of his friends ,and then pointed to another one and said, "He is Success ,and I am Love. " Then he added, "Now go in and 7 with your husband which one of us you want in your home."

    The woman went in and told her husband what was said. Her husband was overjoyed. "How nice!" he said, "8 that is the case, let us invite Wealth. Let him 9 and fill our home with wealth!" His wife 10. "My dear, why don't we invite Success?" Their daughter was 11 from the other corner of the house. She jumped in with her own suggestion, "Wouldn't it not be 12 to invite Love? Our home will then be filled with love!"

    "Let us hear our daughter's 13," said the husband to his wife . "Go out and invite Love to be our guest." The woman went out and asked the 14 old men, "Which one of you is Love? Please come in and be our 15." Love got up and started walking 16 the house. The other two also got up and 17 him.

    18, the lady asked Wealth and Success, "I only invited Love, why are you coming in?" The old men replied together, "If you had invited Wealth 19 Success, the other two of us would have stayed out, but since you invited Love, wherever he goes, we go with him. 20 there is Love, there is also Wealth and Success!"

    My father was a Jamaican(牙买加) immigrant while my mother was a white woman. They never got married but I was born. However, my father never1his family about my existence. Whatever the case, I didn't know I was a2until my thirteenth birthday.

    Walking into my aunt's apartment brought a lot of emotions. What if my3didn't want anything to do with me because I was half white? How4can I learn the jokes that my family members told? Should I5them for all the years they didn't spend with me? My mind was full of thoughts when I was6to everyone, trying desperately to understand family members who almost were7strangers. Meanwhile, I was8to just remember everybody's name.

    One of my aunts, who'd been quiet for most of the morning looked at me with tearful eyes. She mentioned how9she was for my father to have a daughter, saying, "He's always dreamt of having a daughter". However, she then expressed her10towards my father for keeping the family in the11about me. From this12, I have learned more about what it means to be biracial (代表两种人种的). Can I still13myself Jamaican even though my first time trying curry goat, a traditional dish, was not until my teenage years?

    I've become aware that no matter how much DNA you might14with a particular race, you won't feel truly connected if you did not15with that culture's customs. I believe this event has16me into becoming a more understanding person when analyzing someone's actions. I have realized that I am far from a17. I am determined to prove that I'm here for a reason by using my talents to18those around me. I have grown to not19on my parents and families to tell me who I am, but I have understood my uniqueness and20my real self. I really feel proud that among strangers I eventually know who I am!