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| Last year, I learned from a newspaper that some sick kids needed help. I phoned the newspaper and I was asked to 1 a little girl named Lisa, who had mental illness. A short time later, I went for a 2 to Lisa. After having been at the mental hospital for years, she had recently been allowed to be at home. In the beginning, I did most of the 3 . Lisa, however, was too quiet and introverted (内向的), shyly sitting in the corner of the sofa and listening. She was careful not to allow our eyes to 4 .Over time, Lisa felt more comfortable little by little while I was 5 . Our weekly get-togethers usually 6 sharing a cup of hot coffee, window shopping or taking slow walks in the country. Lisa 7 discussed how she felt about our friendship, even after we completed our first year together. However, she knew she could always 8 me. Then one day I got a call from our volunteer group. "Mary, would you and Lisa like to be interviewed on a local TV news show?" Excited, I answered, "Wow! Let me discuss it with Lisa." I didn't think Lisa would be 9 going on "live" television. But to my surprise, Lisa wanted to be interviewed, too. At the interview, she said, " 10 I can help other people understand how important our 11 is, and how it has helped me, maybe they'll volunteer, too. Mary, wouldn't that be great?" With tears running down, we smiled at one another. From then on, Lisa never 12 a chance to plant seeds (种子) about the volunteer group with others. Her face lit up whenever she talked about our special fendship. | ||||
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| In the park I sat down to read on the bench, disappointed by life with good reason to complain, for the world was 1 letting me down. Then a young boy came up to me and said with great excitement, "Look, what I found!" In his hand was a flower and he placed it to his nose. He said with overacted surprise, "It sure. 2 pretty and it's for you." The flower before me was dead. But I knew I must 3 it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower and replied," Just what I need. "But 4 placing the flower in my hand, he held it midair without reason. It was then that I noticed for the very first time that the boy was blind. I heard my voice trembling (颤抖), tears 5 in the sun, as I thanked him for picking the "best" one. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pity woman. Through the "eyes" of a blind child, at last I could see, the problem was not with the 6 ; the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been 7 .I made up my mind to see the 8 in life. | ||||
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| My uncle John used to live in a beautiful little house by the sea in Atlantic City. I say he "used to" live there 1 he doesn't live there any more. He was killed two years ago. Uncle John wrote novels. He not only 2 his job, but also made a lot of money by doing it. When he died, he had $60 million in the bank. After Uncle John's death, I came to stay in his house for a while. I had been there for two days when I 3 a message on the screen of the old computer. I was very surprised, because I thought the computer had been 4 . The message said, "You have new 5 !" When I read it, I thought it looked like the 6 of a novel. "This looks interesting. " I thought, "It must be 7 one of Uncle John's friends." I decided I should make an answer to the e-mail to tell him or her that Uncle John was 8 . However, the computer would not let me 9 . Every day for the next three weeks, more e-mails kept arriving. I printed 10 of all of them. The story was about Jane Winterbourne, a young writer working on her first novel. She sent her novel to Jack Tanner, an old writer and asked him to 11 her to publish it. However, he cheated her, and published the novel himself pretending that he had 12 it. The novel was very 13 . Tanner made a lot of money, and bought himself a house by the sea in Atlantic City. It was then that I realized that "Jack Tanner" and "Jane Winterbourne" were 14 names. "Jack" was 15 to be Uncle John. | ||||
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