Not being sure where I want to start this, I will say that I lost my mom back in April of this year. She was ninety­two. 1, I was not expecting her to 2  and I don't think she was expecting it either. I was very close to my mom, being an only child. We did have3 on the surface，but we still had a close relationship4 those.

    Being newly married less than a year, and having moved a couple of times 5, I have had more changes recently in my life than at any other point of my fifty­four years. Stability is one of the gifts that Mom6me and it had so many7that I wasn't aware of until now. My husband and I have made some 8 to Mom's home and will be moving at the end of next week. It is now our home, but it still has my9 heart in it. It's where I grew up, and there are many 10   that will live there with us. At the same time, I am looking forward to  11 some very happy and memorable ones with my husband.

      Mom12 such a big part in my life. Our lives were 13 woven because she gave me her values which have become deeply 14in the woman I am today. I don't have any children whom I could15 these on to. However, Mother's values affect me every day with the16 I have with others, whether I know them or not.l hope Mom would be  17  of who I am, what I've become because of her, and of 18 I am going to live with my19. She gave me everything I needed to know in life: respect others, and give help to others who 20it most. I love you, Mom, and I will never forget you. ​

    On the first day of my high school, I ran into my new English teacher, Ms. Kirschmann. I really mean that – I almost knocked her 1 .

    On entering my English classroom, I hit somebody hard. She was tall with red hair, and she was2a black and white skirt. As I began to3, she started “yelling” at me. But soon I realized that she was,4, saying hello and welcoming me to her class in a very 5voice. I realized that I had just met my new English teacher a moment ago.

    Kirsch, as she wanted us to call her, had a6and fascinating character. Her hair color, fashion sense and energy took up the entire room. When we read the play Macbeth by Shakespeare, Kirsch let us play7and wear masks. There was a big drum in the classroom. Every time we read the word “thunder” in the text, she would hit 8 on the drum, making a loud noise! My classmates and I would 9 loudly.

    During group discussions, Kirsch often told us to sit in a10 on the floor. We talked about the 11 while she just sat in a corner and took notes of what we said. Doing so made us feel independent and 12 ourselves more with critical thinking. It is the strangest 13 the most entertaining class I have ever had.

    Kirsch is really a “social butterfly”. She smiles, laughs and tells jokes 14 she goes. But I found out about another 15 of her the other day.

    After school that day, I was walking by my English classroom 16 I saw Ms. Kirschmann with her son. She was trying to 17 him to put on his jacket in a low voice. She spoke in such a gentle manner that I was quite 18 . Until then, it never 19 to me that Ms. Kirschmann could be quiet. I had thought she was 20 energetic, calm, intelligent and caring all at once. All I know was that I couldn't wait for the next day of her English class.

    One day, Luke Fortune drove from Oregon to Portland, where he parked his car in a paid garage overnight. The next morning, he 1 the car's window had been broken, along with his 2 for the future: His computer was 3 “Everything important to me was on that computer,” said Fortune. “I felt 4.

    Two days after the 5 another young man called Fortune. Masoud Almazrouei was an exchange student from the United Arab Emirates. He'd been 6by a man who said he had a computer for sale. Only $ 200. Almazrouei 7 a computer, so he bought it, took it home, and turned it on. Within seconds, he saw files and photographs. “I wondered who would8 a computer with all of this on it,” he said. “I 9it could be stolen.”Almazrouei found what appeared to be the owner's phone number and called it10

    “He told me the story and said it was his fault. I thought it was a11 I told him if he really had the 12 he should take it to the police.” Fortune said13a police officer called Fortune to say that a man had dropped the computer off and had said he was14He passed on the man's number. Fortune called and thanked Almazrouei and 15paying him a reward of $ 200—the money he was out. Almazrouei 16.

    When a report about the two young men's story made it to the local papers, Almazrouei received a(n)17 from Wim Wiewel, the president of the university where Almazrouei is studying. Impressed with his student's18Wiewel gave Almazrouei a new computer. “We thought since you 19 the computer, we should give you a computer so that you'll have one,” Wiewel told him. “We're very20you.”

    Having been walking in the snow for 2 hours, Little Buddy was really tired and frustrated. The way home seemed 1 each step a struggle. For all every little distance that Buddy gained, he seemed to fall back even further, pushed by the rising wind and his own 2. When Buddy had to go uphill, he looked with 3 at the long distance remaining and thought he wasn't going to make it. His legs had been 4 through almost-waist-high snow for hours, and all the wanted to do was to 5 this terrible journey and close his eyes.

    Suddenly, there was someone 6 him. A large man was looking down at Buddy, smiling at him.7Buddy should have heard the sound of the man's boots crunching（使……发出嘎吱嘎吱声）the snow 8 he'd walked up from behind. But, there hadn't been a 9.

    Buddy 10 the stranger. Who was he? There was a scarf hiding most of his face, but 11 Buddy felt no fear of him. The man said nothing. He 12 picked Buddy up, lifted him over his head, set Buddy on his 13 and began to walk.

    As they 14the house where Buddy lived, the stranger 15 and looked Buddy in the eye. Buddy 16and the man silently lowered his head and helped Buddy 17 of his shoulders. Buddy was so happy that he immediately knocked at the door. When Buddy 18 the man and wanted to thank him, he had already 19. Buddy could only see footprints in the snow and a dim（模糊的）20 of his back.

    It was 12:45 p.m. on January 2, 2007. Fifty-year-old Wesley Autrey was 1 the train at a subway station in New York. His two daughters, aged four and six, were with him.

    2, a sick man fell on the platform (站台). The man, 20-year-old Cameron Hollopeter, got up, but then 3 again — this time, onto the track between the two rails. A 4 was coming into the station. It was a(n) 5 moment. But Mr. Autrey wasn't afraid. He 6the man, and he looked at the 7 that the man was in. It was about half a meter deep. And he8, “The train is going to travel over this man. 9 he tries to get up, the train will 10him. But if he lies on the ground and doesn't 11, he'll be OK.” So he knew he had to 12. And there was no time to think carefully.

    He 13. Mr. Autrey lay on top of Mr. Hollopeter and kept him down on the ground. The train driver 14 them. He was afraid, but he couldn't 15 in time. Five subway cars traveled over the two men before the train stopped.

    The people on the platform were 16. When Mr. Autrey heard them screaming (尖叫), he shouted, “We're OK down here, but I have two daughters up there. Let them 17 their father's OK.” People on the platform clapped and 18. They were amazed at Mr. Autrey's 19. Subway workers helped the two men out. They had no serious injuries.

    Mr. Autrey said, “I didn't do anything special. I just saw someone who needed 20. I did what I thought was right.”

When I was a child my father taught me five words that I've used all my life — in my acting career, as a mother, in my business activities. If I 1 that I was afraid of the dark, or if I seemed worried about meeting new people, Dad would say, "Stand porter to your 2 . "

A porter is a gatekeeper who stands at a door letting people in or out. Dad would get me to picture myself stopping 3 things — such as fear — at the door, 4 saying "Come in" to faith, love and self-assurance.

As an actress, before I went on camera, I'd make sure anxiety stayed out and confidence in my ability came in. As a mother, when I was anxious about my children, I would try not to let worry in but would 5 my mind with trust in them.

Of course, there were always times I'd 6 those words.

In 1972 my husband, Fillmore Crank, and I opened the doors to our own 7 in North Hollywood. This was a new business venture for us, and it was a lot more 8 and complicated than we had 9 .

We were on call 24 hours a day. Something was always going 10 . Electricity went on the blink (失灵), food wasn't enough, employees called in sick. Once, a flu epidemic suddenly left us with no maids. Fillmore gave me a choice: scrub (擦洗) floors or do the laundry. For 10 days I folded enough sheets to 11 the whole state of California.

Then there was the 12 crisis. The price of gasoline doubled, and tourism in California 13 . How could we fill our beds? What if we kept losing money? What if we failed? Fear and worry were sneaking in. But I caught them just 14 I stood porter.

I stood in the door of my mind and sent fear packing.

These days at the hotel, whenever fear tries to 15 , I just smile and point to the sign that reads "No Vacancy".