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　　School was over and I was mentally and physically tired．I sat at the very front of the bus because of my 　　1　　 to get home．Sitting at the front makes you 　　2　　 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull pennies．

　　Janie, the driver, tried to break the 　　3　　 atmosphere by striking the match of 　　4　　．I tried to mind my manners and 　　5　　 listen, but usually I was too busy thinking about my day．On this day, 　　6　　, her conversation was worth listening to．

　　“My father's sick”, she said to no one in 　　7　　．I could see the anxiety and fear in her eyes．With a sudden change of attitude and interest, I asked,“What's wrong with him?”

　　With her eyes wet and her voice tight from 　　8　　 the tears, she responded,“Heart trouble…”Her eyes lowered as she 　　9　　．“I've already lost my mum, so I don't think I can stand losing him．”

　　I couldn't respond．I was 　　10　　．My heart ached for her．I sat on the old, smelly seat thinking of the great 　　11　　 my own mother was thrown into when my father died．I saw how hard it was, 　　12　　 still is, for her, I wouldn't like anyone to go 　　13　　 that．

　　Suddenly I realized Janie wasn't only a bus driver．That was 　　14　　 her job．She had a whole world of family and concerns too．I had never thought of her as 　　15　　 but a driver．

　　I suddenly felt very 　　16　　．I realized I had only thought of people as 　　17　　 as what their purposes were in my life．I paid no attention to Janie because she was a bus driver．I had judged her by her job and brushed her off as 　　18　　．

　　For all I know, I'm just another person in 　　19　　 else's world, and may not even be important．I 　　20　　 not have been so selfish and self-centered．Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments to keep．Understanding people is an art．

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　　A good friend of mine lives with six hundred wild animals on a Greek island．Ever since he left school(where I first knew him)he has traveled all over the world collecting animals for his very own zoo．He hoped to collect two examples of every kind of animal on his island, like Noah before the Great Flood．But the flood that my friend was afraid of, was a flood not of water, but of people．I think you have heard of my friend; he writes books about his travels, and about the wild and wonderful animals that he collects．The money from the books helps to pay for all the food that these animals eat．

　　My friend told me that when he was out looking for water last week(there is not enough water on the island, though there is plenty all round it), he found oil．He needs money for his travels, and for his zoo, and a little oil would buy enough water for all his life; but he knows that if he tells anybody else about it, it will be the end of his zoo, and his life’s work．

　　So, if I know my friend, he will not tell anybody(except you and me)about what he found－because oil and water do not mix．