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　　I am a teacher．Last Monday, at the beginning of class, I 　　1　　 asked my students how their weekend had been．A boy said that his weekend had not been so good．The boy then asked me 　　2　　 I always seemed to be so cheerful．

　　His question 　　3　　 me of something I'd read somewhere before, “Every morning when you 　　4　　 up, you have a 　　5　　 about how you want to face life that day．” I smiled and said to myself, “I choose to be cheerful．”

　　“Let me give you a(n)　　6　　,” I said．“In addition to teaching here, I also teach in another college, 17 miles down the freeway from where I live．A few weeks ago, I 　　7　　 those 17 miles to the school．I only had to 　　8　　 another quarter mile to reach the school, but then my car 　　9　　．I tried to start it again, but the engine wouldn't start．So I took my 　　10　　 and walked to school．”

　　“As soon as I got there, I called the garage and arranged for a tow truck(拖车)to meet me at my car 　　11　　 class．The headmaster asked me what had happened．“This is my 　　12　　 day,” I replied cheerfully．“Your car is broken and today is your lucky day?” she was 　　13　　．“What do you mean?” “I live 17 miles from here,” I replied．“My car could have broken down 　　14　　 along the freeway, but it didn't．　　15　　, it broke down in the perfect place：off the freeway and 　　16　　 walking distance from here．I'm still able to teach my class, and able to arrange for a tow truck to meet me．” The headmaster's eyes were 　　17　　 open and then she smiled．

　　I 　　18　　 the faces in my class．Although it was the early hour, no one seemed to be 　　19　　．My story had 　　20　　 them, or maybe it wasn't the story at all．

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　　“Hi, Mom, happy fiftieth birthday!”I heard my son, Brian, say as 　　1　　 as if he were sitting next to me．　　2　　 he wasn't．Brian was on the USS Kitty Hawk on maneuvers(大规模演习)　　3　　 between our U．S．shore and the Persian Gulf．

　　My party-loving friend, Denise, had 　　4　　 me out for a quiet fiftieth birthday celebration dinner．When we 　　5　　 at the restaurant, I scanned(扫视)the sea of 　　6　　, but didn't recognize anybody．

　　A wave of 　　7　　 washed over me, and tears welled in my eyes when 　　8　　 I heard Brian in my head．“Hi, Mom, happy fiftieth birthday．”“What's wrong?”Denise asked when she saw me dabbing(轻轻擦)at my 　　9　　．

　　“I think I've had too much wine．I keep 　　10　　 Brian wish me a happy birthday,”I said．She gave me a(n)　　11　　 smile．“Our table is ready,”she said, leading me toward the stairs．

　　I'd hardly sat down in the chair of honor when a 　　12　　 entered the room, carrying a sheet of cake．The firefighter 　　13　　 the cake on the table in front of me so I could 　　14　　 the fifty blazing candles．Once again I heard Brian speak,“Mom, be sure to 　　15　　 me a piece of cake．”This time he 　　16　　 very far away, but it seemed that he was just in front of me．I 　　17　　 in my chair．Was I losing my mind?

　　“I'll have some 　　18　　 as soon as I get this helmet(头盔)　　19　　,”the firefighter said．Every drop of blood in my veins flowed to my feet．He 　　20　　 his uniform and quickly pulled the helmet from his head．

　　“Brian!”

　　“Hi Mom．Happy fiftieth birthday!”

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　　While in the army there was nothing I dislike so much as the map-reading course, for the simple reason that I always feel 　　1　　 even with a map in my hand．For weeks I had 　　2　　 awake at night thinking of the 　　3　　 test I would have to face at the end of the course．　　4　　 the evil day arrived．It was my responsibility to lead a small band of soldiers back to camp from the middle of 　　5　　．We were driven out in a(n)　　6　　 lorry and left in a ploughed field with 　　7　　 to get back to camp as quickly as possible．

　　Well knowing my 　　8　　, the soldiers smiled as they saw me looking at the map and they made all sorts of helpful suggestions．I folded the map up, put it in my pocket, and said that we would 　　9　　 east．After walking through the cornfield for over an hour we came to a wide stream．I looked at the map 　　10　　．It seemed to be 　　11　　 with masses of thin blue lines．But Which 　　12　　 line was this steam?In despair, we sat down in the cool 　　13　　 and I feel like 　　14　　 the map into the water．Fifteen minutes later, a boat passed and I asked the boatman if he could give us a 　　15　　 to the nearest village．I 　　16　　 that we had been out for a walk and 　　17　　 got lost．The boatman invited us on 　　18　　 and I felt 　　19　　 when he told me that he had helped hundreds of soldiers to pass their map-reading test!Not long 　　20　　, we got off that boat and, following the boatman's instructions, took a bus into the village and get back to camp．