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　　Why is setting goals important?Because goals can help you do, be, and experience everything you want in life．Instead of just letting life happen to you, goals allow yourself to 　　1　　 your life happen．

　　Successful and happy people have a vision of 　　2　　 their life should be and they set lots of goals to help them 　　3　　 their vision．By setting goals you are controlling your life．It’s 　　4　　 having a map to show you where you want to go．Think of it this 　　5　　．There are two drivers．One has a destination in mind which is 　　6　　 for her on a map．She can drive straight there 　　7　　 any wasted time or wrong turns．　　8　　 driver has no goal or destination or map．She starts off at the same time from the same place 　　9　　 the first driver, but she drives 　　10　　 around, never getting anywhere, 　　11　　 using up gas and oil．Which driver do you want to be?

　　Winners in life set goals and 　　12　　 on them．Winners decide what they want in life and then get there by making plans and setting goals．Unsuccessful people just let life happen 　　13　　．Goals aren’t difficult to set, 　　14　　 they aren’t difficult to reach．It’s 　　15　　 you to find out what your goals, ideals and vision really are．You are the one who 　　16　　 decide what to 　　17　　 and in what direction to aim your life．

　　Research tells us when we write a goal down we are 　　18　　 to achieve it．Written goals can be reviewed regularly, and have more power．Like a contract with yourself, 　　19　　 are harder to neglect or forget．

　　Also when you write your goals in a particular fashion you are able to stimulate yourself to be continuously alert to situations 　　20　　 will further your goals．

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　　An eight-year-old child heard her parents talking about her little brother．All she knew was that he was very sick and they had no 　　1　　 left．When she heard her daddy say to her 　　2　　 mother,“Only a miracle(奇迹)can save him now”, the little girl went to her bedroom and took out her piggy bank．She 　　3　　 all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully．Then she 　　4　　 her way six blocks to the local drugstore．

　　“And what do you want?”asked the chemist．

　　“It’s 　　5　　 my little brother,”the girl answered back．“He’s really, really sick and I want to get a 　　6　　．His name is Andrew and he has something 　　7　　 growing inside his head and my daddy says only a miracle can save him．”

　　“We don’t 　　8　　 miracles here, child．I’m sorry,”the chemist said, smiling 　　9　　 at the little girl．

　　In the shop was a 　　10　　 customer．He bent down and asked the little girl,“What kind of miracle does your brother 　　11　　?”

　　“I don’t know,”she replied．“He’s really sick and mommy says he needs a(n)　　12　　．But my daddy can’t pay for it, so I have brought my 　　13　　．”

　　“How much do you have?”asked the man．

　　“One dollar and eleven cents, 　　14　　 I can try and get some more,”she answered quietly．

　　“Well, what a coincidence(巧合),”smiled the man．“A dollar and eleven cents－the 　　15　　 price of a miracle for your little brother．　　16　　 me to where you live．I want to see your brother and 　　17　　 your parents．”

　　That well-dressed man was Dr Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon(外科医生)．The operation was completed 　　18　　 and before long Andrew was 　　19　　 again．

　　The little girl was happy．She knew exactly how much the miracle 　　20　　…one dollar and eleven cents…plus the faith of a little child．

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　　When I was younger, I thought that boys and grown men shouldn’t cry．The tears were signs of being 　　(1)　　, which a man isn’t supposed to be．

　　But later, I 　　(2)　　 that courage isn’t all about trying to keep all the pain in check and trying to hide the 　　(3)　　．

　　My 18-year-old sister eloped(私奔)and with it, I saw how weak my father’s heart was．We were used to seeing him as a(n)　　(4)　　 father．

　　For three days he wouldn’t talk．He would just sit 　　(5)　　 outside our house in the dark．On the fourth night, I sat beside him and 　　(6)　　 him to tell me what he feels about 　　(7)　　．

　　It has been years since I have laid my hand on my father’s shoulder as we have drifted apart(疏远)farther and farther while I was 　　(8)　　 up．That night though, I sensed my father trying to 　　(9)　　 his pain and I wanted him to be able to let it out．We all have cried over what happened except him．

　　The 　　(10)　　 touch and my words,“Dad, it’s not your 　　(11)　　”, broke my father’s dam(水闸)．In the darkness, he began to cry．I 　　(12)　　 his shoulders shaking as he whispered,“　　(13)　　 did I go wrong?All I ever wanted was for my children to grow up 　　(14)　　．Why couldn’t your sister wait?”

　　I understood then why he 　　(15)　　 to be in the dark．　　(16)　　 being there, he hoped to spare his 　　(17)　　 of a father’s pain．His tears, 　　(18)　　 we didn’t see them before that night, were there all the same．

　　I saw his 　　(19)　　, that night when my father cried with my hand on his shoulder, and 　　(20)　　 his pain．

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　　When I was younger, I thought that boys and grown men shouldn’t cry．The tears were signs of being 　　(1)　　, which a man isn’t supposed to be．

　　But later, I 　　(2)　　 that courage isn’t all about trying to keep all the pain in check and trying to hide the 　　(3)　　．

　　My 18-year-old sister eloped(私奔)and with it, I saw how weak my father’s heart was．We were used to seeing him as a(n)　　(4)　　 father．

　　For three days he wouldn’t talk．He would just sit 　　(5)　　 outside our house in the dark．On the fourth night, I sat beside him and 　　(6)　　 him to tell me what he feels about 　　(7)　　．

　　It has been years since I have laid my hand on my father’s shoulder as we have drifted apart(疏远)farther and farther while I was 　　(8)　　 up．That night though, I sensed my father trying to 　　(9)　　 his pain and I wanted him to be able to let it out．We all have cried over what happened except him．

　　The 　　(10)　　 touch and my words,“Dad, it’s not your 　　(11)　　”, broke my father’s dam(水闸)．In the darkness, he began to cry．I 　　(12)　　 his shoulders shaking as he whispered,“　　(13)　　 did I go wrong?All I ever wanted was for my children to grow up 　　(14)　　．Why couldn’t your sister wait?”

　　I understood then why he 　　(15)　　 to be in the dark．　　(16)　　 being there, he hoped to spare his 　　(17)　　 a father’s pain．His tears, 　　(18)　　 we didn’t see them before that night, were there all the same．

　　I saw his 　　(19)　　, that night when my father cried with my hand on his shoulder, and 　　(20)　　 his pain．

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　　It was Mother’s Day, the day we celebrate everything mothers are and everything we do．But I’ll 　　1　　 that Sunday in 2000 was bittersweet for me．As a single mother I 　　2　　 to think of my shortcomings－how many evenings I couldn’t spend with my children, and how many things I couldn’t 　　3　　 my waitress’ salary to buy．

　　But what 　　4　　 kids I had!My daughter Maria was a senior in college, and Denny was home visiting from his freshman year at Harvard University．They were 　　5　　 impolite enough to complain, but there was so much more I 　　6　　 I had done for them．I just hoped they 　　7　　．

　　As I walked into the 　　8　　 quietly to start breakfast, I was greeted by a vase 　　9　　 a dozen red roses!When had Denny possibly slipped down to leave them?But even their fancy beauty was overshadowed by the note sitting beside them, in the quick, manly 　　10　　 of an eighteen-year-old．It was about a story that happened between Denny and me long ago．It 　　11　　：

　　She took a day off from her busy 　　12　　 to take the boy to see his hero in the flesh at the stadium．It took 3.5 hours just to get there, and they had to be there early 　　13　　 he could see his hero take batting practice．　　14　　 their arrival, she took her hard-earned money to buy an overpriced T-shirt on which was 　　15　　 his hero making a diving catch．After the game, of course he had to 　　16　　 his hero’s signature, so she stayed with the little boy 　　17　　 one in the morning…

　　It took me long enough to 　　18　　 it, but I finally know who the 　　19　　 hero is．Mom, I love you!

　　And suddenly, it was a 　　20　　 Mother’s Day, after all．

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　　I’m a newspaper reporter．I don’t have 　　1　　 money, but I meet a lot of interesting people．Some are rich, 　　2　　 are poor．One or two are dishonest, but the others tell the truth most of the time．On the whole, I like my job and I am good at it．I type fast．I have a good 　　3　　．I don’t talk, but I’m a good 　　4　　．I’m probably the best listener in the entire city and I 　　5　　 stupid．I have a very stupid face．People look at me, and then they explain things to me very slowly．Other reporters ask people a lot of questions and 　　6　　them angry, but I just look stupid and soon I am getting a lot of 　　7　　：many uninteresting ideas, many irrelevant(不相关的)facts, but always 　　8　　 interesting news for my newspaper．

　　I have a method for 　　9　　 news from the ordinary men in the street．Let me give you 　　10　　．Yesterday afternoon I needed information about recreation for elderly 　　11　　 people in the city．I went to the park, sat on a bench 　　12　　 the sun, and waited．Soon, an old lady came and sat next to me．She carried two large paper bags and an old handbag．I sat quietly beside her for about ten minutes, and then I 　　13　　 a chocolate bar slowly．I made a lot of 　　14　　 with the paper wrapping．Next, I offered her a piece of my chocolate．After that, she told me about 　　15　　．She doesn’t have a real home．She and two friends sleep in the bus station; on warm days she comes to the park with her few belongings in two paper bags．Later, we went to a restaurant for a cup of coffee and a sandwich．I 　　16　　, of course, I didn’t 　　17　　 any notes．I asked her a few questions about recreation, but she wasn’t interested in 　　18　　．She needed money and a place to live in, she said．She told me a lot about the bus station．I gave her a dollar and some 　　19　　．Finally, I 　　20　　 her in the park, went back to the office, and typed up some notes for my newspaper．

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　　We walked in so quietly that the nurse at the desk didn’t even lift her eyes from the book．Mum 　　1　　 at a big chair by the door and I knew she wanted me to 　　2　　 down．While I watched 　　3　　 open in surprise, Mum 　　4　　 her hat and coat and gave them to me to hold．She walked 　　5　　 to the small room by the lift and took out a wet mop．She 　　6　　 the mop past the desk and 　　7　　 the nurse looked up, Mum nodded and said,“Very 　　8　　 floors．”

　　“Yes, I’m 　　9　　 they’ve finally decided to clean them,”the nurse answered．She looked at Mum 　　10　　 and said,“But aren’t you working late?”

　　Mum just pushed harder, each swipe of the mop 　　11　　 her farther and farther down the hall．I watched 　　12　　 she was out of sight and the nurse had 　　13　　 to writing in the big book．

　　After a long time Mum came back．Her eyes were 　　14　　．She quickly put the mop back and took my 　　15　　．As we turned to go out of the door, Mum bowed politely to the nurse and said,“　　16　　．”

　　Outside, Mum told me：“Dogmas is 　　17　　．No fever．”

　　“You saw her, Mum?”

　　“Of course．I told her about the hospital 　　18　　, and she will not expect us until tomorrow．Dad will stop 　　19　　 as well．It’s a fine hospital．But such 　　20　　!A mop is no good．You need a brush．”

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　　One summer night, on my way home from work I decided to see a movie．I knew the theatre would be air-conditioned and I couldn’t face my 　　1　　 apartment．Sitting in the theatre I had to look through the 　　2　　 between the two tall heads in front of me．I had to keep changing the 　　3　　 every time she leaned over to talk to him．　　4　　 he leaned over to kiss her．Why do Americans display such 　　5　　 in a public place?I thought the movie would be good for my English, but 　　6　　 it turned out, it was an Italian movie．　　7　　 about an hour I decided to give up on the movie and 　　8　　 on my popcorn．I’ve never understood why they give you so much popcorn!It tasted pretty good, 　　9　　．After a while I heard 　　10　　 more of the romantic-sounding Italians．I just heard the 　　11　　 of the popcorn crunching between my teeth．My thought started to 　　12　　．I remembered when I was in South Korea, I 　　13　　 to watch Kojak on TV frequently．

　　He spoke perfect Korean-I was really amazed．He seemed like a good friend to me, 　　14　　 I saw him again in New York speaking 　　15　　 English instead of perfect Korean．He didn’t even have a Korean accent and I 　　16　　 like I had been betrayed．When our family moved to the United States six years ago, none of us spoke any English．　　17　　 we had begun to learn a few words, my mother suggested that we all should speak English at home．Everyone agreed, but our house became very 　　18　　 and we all seemed to avoid each other．We sat at the dinner table in silence, preferring that to 　　19　　 in a difficult language．Mother tried to say something in English but it 　　20　　 out all wrong and we all burst into laughter and decided to forget it!We’ve been speaking Korean at home ever since．

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　　When I was 14, I was hired for an after-school job selling subscriptions(征订)to my hometown paper, the Houston Post．I was sent to some of the city’s worst neighborhoods to“beg”door to door．Even though I was often moving around with difficulty after dark in bad areas 　　1　　 for garage apartments, I was 　　2　　 for the work．

　　It was a 　　3　　 because people didn’t like a stranger knocking on their door, 　　4　　 a kid trying to get them to buy something．Once a man shut his door heavily in my face and 　　5　　,“I don’t want your dawn paper!”I 　　6　　 myself to knock again and was able to tell him how 　　7　　 the paper was．I ended up selling him a subscription．I was soon among the 　　8　　 subscription sellers and, like other successful 　　9　　, was given the chance to train newcomers．

　　　　10　　 this time I started playing the harmonica and guitar．Before long I was playing in a 　　11　　 at barbecues and other events．When I 　　12　　 18, I fixed my 　　13　　 on becoming a professional musician．I never lost 　　14　　 of this dream．I’m sure my determination came from what I 　　15　　 knocking on strangers’ doors．

　　That 　　16　　 helped me in many ways．Early in my music life I was 　　17　　 in a legal disagreement with a former manager．He 　　18　　 me to back off, but I refused．

　　Having all those doors shut in my face as a kid gave me the 　　19　　 to stand up to this frightening figure．Except this time there was one 　　20　　：I was the one saying no．And I won．

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　　Many a young person tells me he wants to be a writer．I always 　　1　　 such people, but I also explain that there’s a big 　　2　　 between“being a writer”and“writing”．

　　In most cases these individuals are dreaming of wealth and fame, 　　3　　 the long hours spent alone 　　4　　．“You’ve got to want to write,”I say to them,“not want to be a writer．”

　　The 　　5　　 is that writing is a lonely, private and poor-paying affair．For every writer kissed by 　　6　　 there are thousands more whose longing is 　　7　　 rewarded．When I 　　8　　 a 20-year career in the U．S．Coast Guard to become a freehand writer, I had no prospects(前景)at all．What I 　　9　　 was a friend who found me a room in a New York apartment building．It didn’t 　　10　　 matter that it was cold and had no bathroom．I immediately bought a(an)　　11　　 manual typewriter and 　　12　　 a genuine writer．

　　After a year or so, 　　13　　, I still hadn’t gotten a break and began to 　　14　　 myself．It was so hard to sell a story that I 　　15　　 made enough to eat．But I knew I 　　16　　 write．

　　I had dreamed about it 　　17　　．I wasn’t going to be one of those people who die 　　18　　“What if?”I would keep putting my dream to the 　　19　　 even though it meant living with uncertainty and fear of failure．This is the Shadow Land of 　　20　　, and anyone with a dream must learn to live there．

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