Madison Williams,aged 13 ,was studying in her bedroom in Dublin, Ohio. Suddenly,her mother,Leigh Williams,rushed in saying1"A little boy fell into a septic tank（化粪池），and no one can2him.”

    They ran to the neighbor's yard,where they found the boy's desperate mother and other people3a septic tank opening that was slightly wider than a4The boy,only 2, had slipped in.

    Madison quickly5the situation. She was the only one who could6 through the small hole. Without7she got on her stomach next to the opening, placed her8out in front of her9told the adults, “Lower me in.”

    Leigh and the others10her waist and legs. She moved her arms and shoulders from side to side until she got through the11Inside,the tank was dark ,and the air was sick. She used her hands to12the boy in the dirty water, and jammed her left wrist13 a hidden pole, injuring the muscles in her wrist and arm. Ignoring her14Madison continued. Minutes ticked by before she15grasped his foot.

    Then, ten minutes after Madison had16the tank, she and the boy were17.But the boy wasn't out of18He had been kept from oxygen long enough that he wasn't19An adult gave him several hard hits on the back. It was only when Madison heard him cry that she knew he was 20Madison's action made her a hero.

    A young English teacher saved the lives of 30 students when he took1of a bus after its driver suffered a serious heart attack. Guy Harvold, 24, had2 the students and three course leaders from Gatwick airport, and they were travelling to Bournemouth to3 their host families. They were going to 4a course at the ABC Language School in Bournemouth where Harvold works as a teacher.

    Harvold, who has not 5his driving test, said, I was speaking to the students6I realized the bus was out of control. The bus ran into trees at the side of the road and he 7 the driver was slumped (倒伏)over the 8The driver didn't 9 He was unconscious. The bus hit a lamp post and it broke the glass on the front door before Harvold10to bring the bus to a stop. Police 11 the young teacher's quick thinking. If he hadn't reacted12 there could have been a terrible 13

    The bus driver never regained14and died at Easy Surrey Hospital. He had worked regularly with the15and was very well regarded by the teachers and students. Harvold said, it was 16that no one else was hurt, but I hoped that the driver would17.

    The head of the language school told the local newspaper that the school is going to send Harvold on a weekend18 to Dublin with a friend, thanking him for his19.A local driving school has also offered him six 20driving lessons.

    My parents always made extra Christmas specials for my sisters and me. Of course the big 1 was that my sisters and I would run down the stairs to see our Christmas tree surrounded by mountains of 2. We got bikes, microscopes, cameras, and 3 else a kid might want. They were great, though I didn't 4 appreciate all that my parents did. It was quite common for me to be trapped in 5 the endless gifts. As a result, I'm unable to remember everything I 6.

    As my husband Joe and I were ready to welcome our first child 7 the world, we thought about how to give Christmas gifts in advance. Finally we 8 the decision to set the three-gift 9 for our holiday celebrations. I had ever 10 about the idea in a few magazine articles. And I really liked how it made the 11 decide the things they truly wanted. Mostly, I loved the idea of 12 our holiday. I would see my kids get the same 13 of gifts. I expected a Christmas day when we could actually 14 each other's company, as well as the gifts and the spirit that our children were given.

    15 those ideas that Joe and I came up with before they were born, such as never letting them eat junk food, or 16 TV time to only one hour a day, the three-gift rule is one thing that 17 the test of time. We've done it each year since Tom was born 18 years ago, 18 it's actually done in the way that we had hoped. Joe and I are less 19 because we just need to focus on giving each child the top three things that they desire. And we find the kids do 20and enjoy the gifts.

Rediscovery

    I used to be a happy child with a loving family and many friends. I had a1 that could brighten a cold winter day and I had a special love for life.

    At twelve, my life had a huge breakdown. It was then that I2OCD (强迫症). I started to wash my hands ten times an hour, and I constantly3my kitchen oven to make sure that it was off. This way of life continued for four painful years, and by then, my OCD had led to depression (抑郁). I was no longer the4little girl I had been.

    In the tenth grade I finally5to my mother that I was suffering from depression along with my OCD. My mom took me to a doctor and I started taking6. Over a few months, the medicine did help the OCD, but I still was struggling with depression.

    One autumn evening, I hit rock bottom. I thought suicide (自杀) was the only7to my depression problem, so I decided to write a suicide note. As I was8it, my eyes fell on a photo. It was a9of an adorable little girl, wearing her red soccer uniform and holding a bike helmet. She had a bright smile that showed she was full of life.

    It took me a few minutes to10who the girl in the photo was. The photo had been taken when I was seven years old. I almost couldn't believe that smiling child was me. I felt a chill go down my spine (脊柱). It was like my younger self had sent me a11. Right then and there I knew I couldn't kill myself. Once I had been a strong little girl, and I had to become12like that again.

    I tore up my suicide note and13that I would not rely only on my medicine. I would have to fight the depression with my mind, too. I could make myself happy again.

    It has been two years since I14myself. The real reason I am healed is that I took action and refused to let depression15my life. I learned a lifelong16: Never give up. Everyone has challenges in life, but everyone can17. I am living proof of that.

    Now I am prepared for whatever18life may bring. I have a role model to19up to for strength, and who is guiding me20life. My hero is a seven-year-old girl, smiling back at me from a photo on my desk.

    Spelling was sort of my superpower. I wasn't a math or science guy, but I could chew and 1 books.

    "Your word is onomatopoeia," said the announcer. On the stage of "School Bee," my brain 2 to the spelling bees ahead: first the county championship, then the state, and finally the national spelling bee. I glanced back at Alexa, who wanted another chance at 3. If I missed this word, she'd be 4 in the game. But that wouldn't happen. Chin up, shoulders back, I 5 my throat, "O-n-o-m-a-t-o-p-o-e-i-a." I made it.

    The trophy (奖杯) was presented to me. I shouted onstage, "I am the alpha-best". Surprisingly, my sister, Deandra, rolled her eyes. "You're a 6 winner." Deandra made a 7 face. "She tried to shake your hand but you 8."

    I didn't 9 at all. "Anyway, I won the school bee." "Don't be proud. You'll soon be facing the 10 of the best in the county bee."

    "Will they 11 me? I am the alpha-best with no efforts at all." After six rounds, the number of students 12 from more than 100 to just seven and I was one out of the seven. If I had been given words like aerospace or conical, I'd make 13 already. Unfortunately, I 14 with the word maestro at last. I stood 15 for the longest moment.

    The final winner acted the exact 16 of mine. He accepted his trophy with a small bow, and then shook hands with the runner-up (亚军). I got to know Deandra's words 17.

    I apologized to Alexa, "I'm sorry I was so 18 when I won." "How was the county bee?" Alexa asked. "A 19." If you need a study partner for next time, I'm happy to help." "Really? Let's 20 on it, partner." "Better late than never." Alexa said, shaking my hand.

A little boy selling magazines for school walked up to a house that people hardly visited.The house was very old and the owner hardly ever came out.When he did come out he would not say hello to neighbors or passers-by but simply just glare(瞪眼看)at them.

The boy knocked on the door and waited,sweating from fear of the old man.The boy's parents told him to stay away from the house.A lot of the other neighborhood children were told the same from their parents.

As he was ready to walk away,the door slowly opened."What do you want?" the old man said.The little boy was very afraid but he had a quota(份额) to meet for school with selling the magazines.

"Uh,sir,I uh am selling these magazines and uh I was wondering if you would like to buy one." The old man just stared at the boy.The boy could see inside the old man's house and saw that he had dog figurines(小狗雕像) on the wall."Do you collect dogs?" the little boy asked."Yes,I have many collections in my house.They are my family here.They are all I have." The boy then felt sorry for the man,as it seemed that he was a very lonely soul."Well,I do have a magazine here for collectors.It is perfect for you.I also have one about dogs since you like dogs so much." The old man was ready to close the door on the boy and said,"No,boy,I don't need any magazines of any kind,now goodbye."

The little boy was sad that he was not going to make his quota with the sale.He was also sad for the old man being so alone in the big house that he owned.The boy went home and then had an idea.He had a little dog figurine that he got some years ago from an aunt.The figurine did not mean nearly as much to him since he had a real live dog and a large family.

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The boy headed back down to the old man's house with the figurine.

From that day on something changed inside the old man.