Henry was not 1at math. Even when the teacher explained something a second time, he still couldn't 2it. “Never mind. I'll sit3the boy who's the best at 4” Henry thought, “and5 his answers.”

The day of the exam6 and Henry sat next to Allan,7was 8at the top of the class in math. Henry copied Allan's answers 9 his own exam paper. At the end of the exam, the teacher said, “Well, boys and girls, I've decided to give a red10to the student who got the11grade. It's 12 for me to decide who I'll give the star to, however,13two students, Henry and Allan, got the 14grade.” After a moment she went on, “15I've decided to give the star to 16this time.” Henry was17 when he heard this. He stood 18and said, “But I got the same grade as Allan, madam.” “That's 19” The teacher said. “However, Allan's answer to Question 6 was ‘I don't know.', but 20was ‘Nor do I.' .”

    I used to live selfishly, I should admit. But one moment changed me.

    I was on my lunch break and had 1the office to get something to eat. On the way,  I 2a busker(街头艺人)，with a hat in front of him. I had some 3 in my pocket,  but I would not give them to him,  thinking to myself he would 4 use the money to feed his addiction to drugs or alcohol. He 5like that type—young and ragged.6what was I going to spend the money on?  Only to feed my addiction to Coca-Cola or chocolate!  I then 7I had no right to place myself above8just because he was busking

I 9 and dropped all the coins into his 10 and he smiled at me. I watched for a while. As selfish as it sounds, I 11 something more to come from that moment—a feeling of 12 or satisfaction, for example. But nothing happened.13 I walked off. "It proved to be a waste of 14 "I thought.

    On my way home at the end of the 15 I saw the busker again and he was 16 I watched him pick up the hat and walk17a cafe counter.  There he poured the18contents into a tin collecting19an earthquake fund-raising(募捐) event. He was busking for charity(慈善)！

    Now I donate any 20I have to charity tins and enjoy the feeling of giving.

One afternoon, I was walking with Evan on the second floor. I talked on and on and Evan walked 1in front of me. As we turned a corner, Evan 2me and said the ten words. "Why are you talking to me? I'm not your friend." Those were the exact words he said to me that day. I stood there 3. He kept walking and never looked back. I4 to my next class with tears coming up in my eyes.

    We 5 spoke to each other after that. I 6 into a shell, like a turtle, to hide from the world. For the rest of my time in middle school, I didn't 7 myself to get close to anyone. I push away most of my friends8 being hurt again. I avoided unnecessary9.

    It wasn't until high school that I was able to 10my head out of my shell and begin 11people again. But even today, I am still 12 in choosing who I open up to. It takes me a very long time to warm up to 13.

    I was twelve then. I was too trusting and I took what Evan said 14. Maybe he was having a bad day15 maybe I was talking too much. In my view, what he said to me that day 16 the course of my life, but if weren't for that 17, I wouldn't have met my best friends in high school.

    I understand that, in middle school, we were all young. I've been able to 18 all the people who bullied me, but for some 19 I can't seem to forgive Evan. Those words that day hurt me more than anything. I believe that one day I'll be 20enough to forgive Evan too. But right now I'm still that twelve-year-old running down the hall with tears filled with his eyes.

    One of my favorite things in life is my monthly date with my daughter. Now it has become our 1to include some kind of Smile Card activity whenever we can. It's very2today, so we planned to make our3act something cool. We went to an ice cream shop,4 at the table near the counter.

    As we5our ice cream, we said that we'd like to6ice cream for the next person who came to the counter. After knowing my intention, the cashier was so excited and couldn't7for the8person. My daughter was also excited to9our victim(受害者) secretly.

    About five minutes later the cashier told us, "Oh, a mother and two little kids are coming!" As the woman10their ice cream and11for her wallet, the cashier told her that someone wanted to buy her family's ice cream. She couldn't 12it. "Seriously?" she asked with 13. Rachel and I14not to notice.

    The cashier came over to "wipe our table", leaving our15without being seen. She was as16as we were about our act of kindness. We took a piece of paper and  17a note to the cashier thanking her for helping us. We placed the note and a Smile Card on the counter, leaving the shop before we were seen.

    When we got home, my daughter was still excited to tell her mom what we did. I love my date with my daughter more than18in the world. What's more, I19every moment with her. It is even more special that we20our Smile Card adventure together.

    On the Iraq-Syria border, a pack of wild dogs circled a group of American soldiers for food. The1of the pack was a gray-and-white dog. The soldiers2him Nubs. Nubs was shaking and3able to stand. Marine major Brian Dennis looked closer and saw that there was a knife wound4his chest.

    Dennis couldn't5seeing the dog suffer. He and his men immediately treated the wound, and gave Nubs oral medicine. Nubs pulled through but was still6The next day, the team had to leave. Ten days later, Dennis's unit was back and so was Nubs. He was still7, but the men fed him and played with him.

Before long the unit once again8an outpost (前哨) 70 miles away. Nubs, slowly but9tracked them far into the trackless wasteland until the men lost10of him. Two days later, beyond Dennis's11, he saw Nubs just outside the outpost. The dog had12him across 70 miles of frozen desert to meet the friend who had saved his life. From then on Nubs and the men slept in the same place, and ran around in the same ruins.

    Until a(n)13came down from above that they should not be allowed to have pets, Dennis decided to make sure the dog14continue to live the good life. So he quickly15$4,000 from his family and friends to fly Nubs to16.

    A month later, when Dennis and the dog were17in California, at first Nubs didn't recognize the guy.18within seconds, the dog flew into Dennis's arms,19up again and again to lick his friend's face.

    A little care and concern in the middle of war will not save a20world. But small stories, like the story of a soldier and a dog, hold a promise of a harmonious world.

    When I settled(定居) in Chicago，my new city seemed so big and unfriendly. Then I had a 1 problem and had to go to hospital for a 2examination.

    It seemed a small 3 compared to the one I was about to face, but things started to go 4 right from the beginning , not having a car or5 the city, I was depending on the buses to get me from A to B, 6I'd left myself plenty of time, soon it was 7. I was going to be late, because I had mistakenly boarded a bus that was taking me in the 8 direction.

    I 9 the bus and stood on the road not knowing what to do, I looked into the eyes of a 10 , who was trying to get past me, 11 , instead of moving on, she stopped to ask if I was 12. After I explained my 13to her, she pointed to a bus stop across the street, where a bus would take me back into the city to my 14. Sitting there waiting, I felt 15that someone had been willing to help. 16, hearing a horn(喇叭)nearby, I looked up to see a car with my new friend 17 at me to get in. She had returned to offer me a 18 to the hospital.

    Such unexpected 19 from a passer-by was a lovely gift to receive. As I climbed out of the car at the hospital and turned to thank her, she smiled and told me not to lose  20, for all things are possible.