Our English teacher was like a friend to us, and we all liked her．One day she came into the classroom and shouted,“Who did this?”She held up a piece of broken glass and asked,“Who 1 the window?”She seldom became angry． 2 this time she was．
I broke the window．I had done 3 by throwing a baseball．I didn’t want to admit(承认)it 4 I didn’t have enough money to pay for a big window like that．“My father will be 5 ,”I thought．At first I didn’t 6 my hand, but later something strong in my heart suddenly made me stand up．“I did it,”I said 7 ．How difficult it was for me to say that!
My teacher 8 a book from one of our book shelves and then began walking 9 my desk．I was afraid that she was going to punish(惩罚)me．
“I know you like collecting 10 very much,”she said, looking down at my 11 face．“Here is the book about collecting stamps that you are looking for．Now, the book is 12 and I shall not punish you．Remember, it’s because you 13 the truth．”
I couldn’t believe it! My teacher wasn’t punishing me．I didn’t 14 to pay for the broken window．And I got my favourite book!
As time goes, the book is 15 , so is my wonderful teacher．But I will never forget the lesson the teacher gave me that day．
I used to live selfishly, I should admit(承认)．But one moment changed me．
I was on my lunch break and had 1 the office to get something to eat．On the way, I saw a busker(街头艺人)，with a hat in front of him．I had some 2 in my pocket, but I would not give them to him, thinking to myself he would 3 use the money to feed his addiction(瘾)to drugs or alcohol．He 4 like that type-young and ragged(衣衫褴褛)． 5 what was I going to spend the money on? Only to feed my addiction to Coca-Cola or chocolate! I then 6 I had no right to place myself above 7 just because he was busking．
I 8 and dropped all the coins into his 9 , and he smiled at me, I watched for a while．As selfish as it sounds, I expected something more to come from that moment-a feeling of 10 or satisfaction, for example．But nothing happened．Disappointedly, I walked off．“It proved to be a waste of 11 ,” I thought．
On my way home at the end of the 12 , I saw the busker again and he was 13 ．I watched him pick up the hat and walk to a cafe counter．There he poured the total contents into a tin collecting 14 an earthquake fund-raising(募捐)event．He was busking for charity！
Now I donate any 15 I have to charity tins and enjoy the feeling of giving．
I used to live selfishly, I should admit(承认)．But one moment changed me．
I was on my lunch break and had 1 the office to get something to eat．On the way, I saw a busker(街头艺人)，with a hat in front of him．I had some 2 in my pocket, but I would not give them to him, thinking to myself he would 3 use the money to feed his addiction(瘾)to drugs or alcohol．He 4 like that type-young and ragged(衣衫褴褛)． 5 what was I going to spend the money on? Only to feed my addiction to Coca-Cola or chocolate! I then 6 I had no right to place myself above 7 just because he was busking．
I 8 and dropped all the coins into his 9 , and he smiled at me, I watched for a while．As selfish as it sounds, I expected something more to come from that moment－a feeling of 10 or satisfaction, for example．But nothing happened．Disappointedly , I walked off．“It proved to be a waste of 11 ,” I thought．
On my way home at the end of the 12 , I saw the busker again and he was 13 ．I watched him pick up the hat and walk to a cafe counter．There he poured the total contents into a tin collecting 14 an earthquake fund-raising(募捐)event．He was busking for charity！
Now I donate any 15 I have to charity tins and enjoy the feeling of giving．