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　　In a village near Nuremberg lived a family with eighteen children．Merely to keep food on the table, the goldsmith father worked eighteen hours a day．Despite their 　　1　　 condition, two of Durer’s children had a dream to seek their talent for 　　2　　, but they knew well their father would never be able to send 　　3　　 of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy．

　　The two boys finally worked out an agreement．They would toss(扔)a coin．The 　　4　　 would work in the nearby mines to support his brother．Albrecht Durer 　　5　　 the toss and went off to Nuremberg．Albert went into the dangerous mines and, for the next four years, financed his brother, 　　6　　 work at the academy was almost an 　　7　　 success．Albrecht’s woodcuts and oils were 　　8　　 better than those of his professors and he soon was earning considerable fees 　　9　　 his works．

　　When the young 　　10　　 returned home, the Durer family held a festive dinner．Albrecht rose to toast to his beloved brother,“Now, Albert, it is your 　　11　　 to seek your dream．I will support you．”

　　All heads turned to the far end of the table, where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face, while he 　　12　　 and repeated,“No…no．”Finally, Albert rose and 　　13　　 the tears from his cheeks．He said softly,“I 　　14　　 go to Nuremberg, brother．It is too late for me．Look what four years in the mines have done to my hands!The bones in every finger have been smashed at least once, and I cannot even hold a glass to 　　15　　 your toast．”

　　Today, Albrecht Durer’s masterful works 　　16　　 in every great museum in the world, but chances are great 　　17　　 you, like most people, are familiar with only one of them．Albrecht Durer drew his brother’s abused hands with palms together and thin 　　18　　 stretched skyward．He 　　19　　 it“The Praying Hands．”

　　Next time you see that touching creation, take a second look．Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one ever makes it 　　20　　!

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　　On August 26, 1999, New York City experienced a torrential downpour．The rain caused the streets to 　　1　　 and the subway system almost came to a stop．

　　Unfortunately, this happened during the morning rush hour．Many people who were going to work were 　　2　　 to go home．Some battled to 　　3　　 a taxi or to get on a bus．Still others faced the 　　4　　 bravely, walking miles to get to work．

　　I 　　5　　 to be one of the people on the way to work that morning．I went from subway line to subway line only to find that most 　　6　　 had stopped．After making my way 　　7　　 crowds of people, I finally found a subway line that was 　　8　　．Unfortunately, there were so many people waiting to 　　9　　 the subway that I could not even get down the stairs to the 　　10　　．So I took the train going in the opposite direction, and then switched back to the downtown train．Finally, after what seemed like forever, the train 　　11　　 my stop．Then I had to walk several blocks in the increasingly heavy rain．When I finally got to my office, I was 　　12　　 through, exhausted and 　　13　　

　　My co-workers and I spent most of the day drying off．When it was 5∶00 pm，I was ready to go home．I was about to turn off my computer 　　14　　 I received an email from Garth, my Director：

　　I would like to thank all of you who made the effort and 　　15　　 reported to work．It is always reassuring(令人欣慰), at times like these, when employees so clearly show their 　　16　　 to their jobs．Thank you．

　　Garth’s email was short, but I learned more from that 　　17　　 message than I ever did from a textbook．The email taught me that a few words of 　　18　　 can make a big difference．The rainstorm and the traffic 　　19　　 had made me tired and upset．But Garth’s words immediately 　　20　　 me and put a smile back on my face．

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　　A lady and her husband stepped off the train in Boston．They walked without an appointment(预约)into the outer 　　1　　 of Harvard’s president(哈佛大学校长)．But they were 　　2　　 by his secretary and kept waiting．For hours, the secretary took no notice of them, 　　3　　 that the couple would finally become 　　4　　 and go away．But they didn’t．The secretary finally decided to disturb the president, though 　　5　　．

　　A few minutes later, the president walked towards the couple with a 　　6　　 face．The lady told him,“We had a son that 　　7　　 Harvard for one year．He loved Harvard．He was 　　8　　 here．But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed．My husband and I would like to 　　9　　 a memorial(纪念物)to him, somewhere on campus．”

　　The president wasn’t 　　10　　．Instead, he was shocked．“Madam,”he said,“we can’t put up a statue for every person who studied at Harvard and died．If we did, this 　　11　　 would look like a cemetery(墓地),”“Oh, no,”the lady 　　12　　 quickly．“We don’t want to put up a statue．We would like to give a 　　13　　 to Harvard．”The president rolled his eyes and 　　14　　 at the couple and then exclaimed(惊叫),“A building!Do you have any 　　15　　 how much a building costs?We have spent over ＄7,500,000 on the campus building at Harvard．”For a moment the lady was silent．The president was 　　16　　, because he could get rid of them now．Then the lady turned to her husband and said quietly,“Is that all it costs to start a 　　17　　?Why don’t we just start our own?”Her husband nodded．　　18　　 their offer was turned down, Mr．and Mrs．Stanford traveled to California where they founded the University that bears their 　　19　　, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer 　　20　　 about．

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　　The ringing of the phone runs through my head, telling me someone needs help．I pick it up and 　　1　　 the routine,“Teen Lifeline, this is Amber．”About 45 minutes 　　2　　 I hang up feeling pleased because I helped another teen．Volunteering at Teen Lifeline as a counselor(顾问)has helped me realize how to deal with my own 　　3　　 and help others with theirs．

　　“My mom is always 　　4　　 with me．I want to run away．”Some teens feel their home is a prison, 　　5　　 a place of shelter and safety．They feel parents are only 　　6　　 to make their lives miserable．When we get a call like this, we try to help the teen 　　7　　 the danger they could be in without giving them advice．　　8　　 the counselor can do is ask questions．Also, we tell them about the laws for those who run away．The counselors try to find out where the teen would go and how they would 　　9　　．We give them a phone number 　　10　　 they still don’t want to live in their“prison．”

　　“I don’t want to 　　11　　 anymore”is something we hear, and suicide calls are some of the hardest to 　　12　　．They are the longest and most emotional．With a call like this, we need to find out as much information as possible．We try to discover why they want to take their life and how 　　13　　 they are, asking them to rate themselves on a scale of one to 10．One means they are thinking about suicide but haven’t 　　14　　 how, and 10 means they are always thinking about it and have a 　　15　　．The counselor asks the teen to make a promise that he or she will not 　　16　　 themselves．At the end of the call we try to get the teen to talk to an adult．And we want to make sure that the teen is okay 　　17　　 sometimes we ask the teen if we can have their number to call them back．

　　Although many calls are pranks(恶作剧)or relatively 　　18　　 problems, volunteering at Teen Lifeline has helped me realize I’m not the 　　19　　 person with problems．It has taught me how to listen with my heart instead of just my head and help others．I have made a 　　20　　 and saved many lives–possibly even my own, too．

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　　I used to find notes left in the church’s collection basket, beautiful notes about my homilies(讲道)and about the writer’s thoughts on the daily readings．The 　　1　　 fascinated(吸引)me, but it was a long time 　　2　　 I met the author of the notes．

　　One Sunday morning, I was 　　3　　 that someone was waiting for me in the office, a young woman who said she 　　4　　 all the notes．When I saw her I was 　　5　　, since I had no idea that it was she who wrote the notes．She was sitting in a chair in the office．Her 　　6　　 was bowed and when she raised it to look at me, she could barely 　　7　　 without pain．Her face was disfigured(畸形), so smiling was very 　　8　　 for her．

　　We 　　9　　 for a while that Sunday morning and agreed to meet for lunch later that week．

　　As it 　　10　　, we went to lunch several times and told each other about our 　　11　　．We spoke of authors we had both 　　12　　, and it was easy to tell that 　　13　　 were a great love of hers．

　　She suffered from a disfigurement that cannot be made to look 　　14　　．I know that her condition 　　15　　 her deeply．Yet there was beauty to her that had nothing to do with 　　16　　．She was one to be listened to, whose words came from a wounded but 　　17　　 heart．She possessed a fine tuned sense of beauty．Her only 　　18　　 in life was the loss of a friend．

　　The truth of her life was a desire to see beyond the 　　19　　 for a glimpse of what it is that matters．She found beauty and 　　20　　 and they befriended her, and showed her what is real．

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　　My father and I were very close．I loved pleasing him, and he was always 　　1　　 of my success．If I 　　2　　 a spelling contest at school, he was on top of the 　　3　　．Later in life whenever I got a promotion(提升), I would call my father 　　4　　 and he would rush out to tell all his 　　5　　．In 1970, when I was 　　6　　 President of the Ford Motor Company, I don’t know 　　7　　 of us was more excited．

　　Like many native Italians, my parents were very open with their 　　8　　 and their love–not only at home, but also in public．Most of my friends would 　　9　　 hug their fathers, but I hugged and kissed my dad at every 　　10　　–nothing could have felt more 　　11　　．

　　My father was a(n)　　12　　 man who was always trying new things．He was the first person in Allentown to buy a motorcycle．　　13　　, my father and his motorcycle didn’t 　　14　　 too well．He fell off it so often that he 　　15　　 it just a month after buying it．As a result, he never again 　　16　　 any vehicle with fewer than four wheels．

　　Because of that motorcycle, I wasn’t 　　17　　 to have a bicycle when I was growing up．Whenever I wanted to ride a bike, I had to 　　18　　 one from a friend．On the other hand, my father let me drive a car as soon as I 　　19　　 sixteen．

　　My father and I loved and 　　20　　 each other．We were close to each other all the time．

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　　It was no wonder I was not looking forward to entering ninth grade．High school is well known for being a battleground, where everyone seems to be 　　1　　 through physical changes, emotional mood swings, and low self-esteem．For me, 　　2　　 was my punishment。

　　I had always felt insecure and out of 　　3　　 as one of the 　　4　　 members of my class, standing a head above the other girls and stooping(屈身)at the 　　5　　 of the line to avoid sticking 　　6　　．I especially hate being around large groups of people, like during the social hour after services at my church．　　7　　 the prayers were finished, I would leave as quickly as possible so I could 　　8　　 other well-meaning congratulations,“Ruthie!Look how tall you're getting!”

　　My grandfather would watch me 　　9　　 increasingly uncomfortable, but he did not 　　10　　 at my self-consciousness or try to comfort me．　　11　　, he would remind me．“Stand straight and tall,”he would say, as I unsuccessfully tried to shrink(缩短)myself．Moreover, each time, I would sheepishly comply(答应)．Even at age 15, I understood that his advice was about 　　12　　 than just feet and inches．

　　My grandfather grew up in war-torn Europe．When German soldiers 　　13　　 his hometown, He wound up joining the Soviet army to 　　14　　 his country's freedom．“Stand straight, stand tall,”meant something else back then．

　　　　15　　 the war, he boarded a boat for 　　16　　, and on January 27, 1947, he stepped onto the dock in Manhattan．He was hungry and 　　17　　 from seasickness．All alone in a new country, he was 　　18　　 about his future．Still, he marched head-on into the streets of New York．Soon he met 　　19　　 European immigrants, each of them trying to find his or her own way．If they could do it, why couldn't he?“Stand straight, stand tall,”he would remind himself．He felt his faith 　　20　　．When he walked into the church that first time, he walked in proudly．

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　　It was no wonder I was not looking forward to entering ninth grade．High school is well known for being a battleground, where everyone seems to be 　　1　　 through physical changes, emotional mood swings, and low self-esteem．For me, 　　2　　 was my punishment．

　　I had always felt insecure and out of 　　3　　 as one of the 　　4　　 members of my class, standing a head above the other girls and stooping(屈身)at the 　　5　　 of the line to avoid sticking 　　6　　．I especially hate being around large groups of people, like during the social hour after services at my church．　　7　　 the prayers were finished, I would leave as quickly as possible so I could 　　8　　 other well-meaning congratulations,“Ruthie!Look how tall you're getting!”

　　My grandfather would watch me 　　9　　 increasingly uncomfortable, but he did not 　　10　　 at my self-consciousness or try to comfort me．　　11　　, he would remind me．“Stand straight and tall,”he would say, as I unsuccessfully tried to shrink(缩短)myself．Moreover, each time, I would sheepishly comply(答应)．Even at age 15, I understood that his advice was about 　　12　　 than just feet and inches．

　　My grandfather grew up in war-torn Europe．When German soldiers 　　13　　 his hometown, He wound up joining the Soviet army to 　　14　　 his country's freedom．“Stand straight, stand tall,”meant something else back then．

　　　　15　　 the war, he boarded a boat for 　　16　　, and on January 27, 1947, he stepped onto the dock in Manhattan．He was hungry and 　　17　　 from seasickness．All alone in a new country, he was 　　18　　 about his future．Still, he marched head-on into the streets of New York．Soon he met 　　19　　 European immigrants, each of them trying to find his or her own way．If they could do it, why couldn't he?“Stand straight, stand tall,”he would remind himself．He felt his faith 　　20　　．When he walked into the church that first time, he walked in proudly．

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　　I recently heard a story about a very famous research scientist, who was interviewed by a newspaper reporter．He was asked 　　1　　 he was able to be so much more creative than the 　　2　　 person．

　　He responded that it all came from an 　　3　　 with his mother when he was young．He tried to 　　4　　 a bottle of milk from the fridge when he lost his firm 　　5　　 on the slippery bottle, spilling(洒出)the milk all over the kitchen floor!　　6　　 yelling at him or scolding him, his mother said,“Robert, what a great and 　　7　　 mess you have made!I have 　　8　　 seen such a huge pool of milk．Well, the 　　9　　 has already been done．Would you like to 　　10　　 in the milk for a few minutes before we clean it up?”　　11　　, Robert did．After a few minutes, his mother said,“Robert, whenever you make a mess like this, you 　　12　　 to clean it up．So, how would you like to do that?We could 　　13　　 a sponge(海绵), a towel or a mop．Which do you 　　14　　?”He chose the sponge and together they cleaned up the spilled milk．His mother then said,“You know, what we have here is a 　　15　　 experiment in how to effectively carry a big milk bottle with 　　16　　 hands．Now, let's discover a way to carry it without 　　17　　 it．”The little boy learned that if he grasped the bottle at the 　　18　　 near the lip with both hands, he could carry it 　　19　　

　　Wouldn't it be great if all parents would 　　20　　 the example of Robert's mother?

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　　Looking back on my children, I am convinced 　　1　　 naturalists are born and not made．Although we were all brought 　　2　　 in the same way, my brothers and sisters soon gave up their pressed flowers and insects．　　3　　 them, I had no ear 　　4　　 music and languages, I was not an early reader and I could not do mental arithmetic．

　　Before World War I we 　　5　　 our summer holidays in Hungary．I have only the memory of the house we lived 　　6　　, of my room and my toys．I can hardly 　　7　　 clearly the large family of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins who gathered 　　8　　 door．But I do have a clear memory of the dogs, the farm 　　9　　, the local birds and, 　　10　　all, the insects．

　　I am a 　　11　　, not a scientist．I have a strong 　　12　　 of natural world, and my enthusiasm has led me into varied investigation．I love discussing my favorite topics and enjoy 　　13　　 the midnight oil 　　14　　 reading about other people’s observations and discoveries．Then 　　15　　 happens that brings these observations together 　　16　　 my conscious minD．Suddenly you fancy(想象), you see the answer 　　17　　 the riddle, and books, of which some might honor with the title of scientific research．

　　But curiosity, a keen eye, a good memory and enjoyment of the animal and plant world do not make a scientist; one of the outstanding and essential 　　18　　 required is self-discipline, a quality I lack．A scientist requires not only 　　19　　 but hard training, determination and a goal．A scientist, up to a point, can be made．A naturalist is 　　20　　．If you can combine the two, you get the best of both worlds．

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