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　　Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room．One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each 　　1　　 to help drain the fluid(排出流质)from his lungs．His bed was next to the room's only window．The other man had to spend all his time 　　2　　 on his back．

　　The men talked for hours on end．They spoke of their families, their homes, their jobs and a whole lot of things．Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by 　　3　　 to his roommate what he could see 　　4　　 the window．

　　The man in the other bed began to 　　5　　 for those one-hour periods when his 　　6　　 would be broadened and brightened by all the activity and color of the world outside．

　　The window overlooked a 　　7　　 with a lovely lake．Ducks and swans played on the water while children 　　8　　 their model boats．Young lovers walked arm in arm among 　　9　　 of every color and a fine 　　10　　 of the city skyline could be seen in the 　　11　　．As the man described all this, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and 　　12　　 the beautiful scene．

　　Days and weeks passed．One morning, the day nurse arrived to find the man by the window had died 　　13　　 in his sleep．

　　Later, the other man asked 　　14　　 he could be moved next to the window．The nurse was happy to make the switch．

　　Slowly, painfully, he managed to 　　15　　 and take his first look at the 　　16　　 world outside．Surprisingly, it 　　17　　 a blank wall．

　　The next day he learned from the nurse that the man was 　　18　　 and could not 　　19　　 see the wall．She said, “Perhaps he just wanted to 　　20　　 you．”

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　　John stood up and studied the crowd of people making their way through the station．He looked for the girl whose heart he knew, but whose face he 　　1　　, the girl with the 　　2　　．The story had begun twelve months before in a 　　3　　．Taking a book off the shelf he found himself 　　4　　 by the notes penciled in the margin(空白处，白边)．The soft handwriting 　　5　　 a thoughtful soul and insightful mind．In the front of the book, he discovered the 　　6　　 owner's name, Rosanna．

　　During the next year the two grew to know each other through the 　　7　　．Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart．The day finally came for their first 　　8　　－7∶00 P.M．at the station．

　　A beautiful young woman was coming towards me, her 　　9　　 tall and slim．I started to walk towards her with delight, entirely forgetting to 　　10　　 that she was not wearing a rose．I 　　11　　 made one step closer to her, and then I saw Rosanna, a short and fat woman well past 40, was standing almost directly 　　12　　 the girl．The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away．

　　I felt 　　13　　 I was split(撕)in two, and there she stood．My fingers gripped the worn leather copy of the 　　14　　 that was to identify me to her．I knew this would not be 　　15　　, something perhaps even better than love．I felt choked by the bitterness of my 　　16　　．“I'm John, and you must be Rosanna．I am so glad you could meet me; may I take you to 　　17　　?”

　　The woman's face broadened into a big smile．“I don't know what this is about, son,” she answered．“but the young lady in the green suit who just 　　18　　 begged me to wear this rose on my coat．And she said 　　19　　 you were to ask me out to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is waiting for you in the big 　　20　　 across the street．She said it was some kind of test!”

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　　An elderly carpenter was ready to retire．He told his boss of his plans to 　　1　　 the house business and live an easier life with his wife enjoying his 　　2　　 family, looking after their grandchildren．He would miss the 　　3　　, but he really needed to 　　4　　．

　　The boss was sorry to see his 　　5　　 worker go and asked if he could build just one 　　6　　 house as a personal favor．The carpenter agreed, but 　　7　　 it was easy to see that his heart was 　　8　　 in his work．He applied poor workmanship and used bad materials．It was a(n)　　9　　 way to end his career．

　　When the carpenter finished his work and the boss came to 　　10　　 the house, he handed the front door key to the carpenter．“This is your house,” he said, “my 　　11　　 to you．”

　　What a shame! If he had 　　12　　 known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently．Now he has to live in the home he had built none too 　　13　　．

　　So it is 　　14　　 us．We build our lives in an absent minded way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up 　　15　　 than the best．At important points we do not give the job our best 　　16　　．Then with a shame we fall into the 　　17　　 we have created and 　　18　　 that we are now living in the “house” we have 　　19　　．If we had realized it, we should have done it 　　20　　．

　　Your life today is the result of your attitudes and choices in the past．Your life tomorrow will be the result of your attitudes and the choices of today．

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　　A poor chimney-sweeper had not enough money to buy a meal．One hot summer day at noon he stopped before an eating-house and 　　1　　, regaling(款待)his nose with the smell of the victuals(food and drink)．The owner of the shop told him several times to go away, but the sweeper couldn't 　　2　　 the pleasant smell, 　　3　　 unable to purchase the taste of the food．At last, the cook came out of the shop, taking hold of the sweeper, and 　　4　　 that, as he had been feeding on the smell of his victuals, he not go away 　　5　　 paying half the price of a dinner．The 　　6　　 fellow said that he neither could nor would pay, and that he would ask the first person who should pass 　　7　　 it was an unreasonable and unjust demand．

　　The 　　8　　 was referred to a policeman, who 　　9　　 to pass by at that moment．He said to the sweeper, “As you have been 　　10　　 one of your senses with the smell of this man's victuals, it is just that you should give him some 　　11　　; therefore you 　　12　　, in your turn, regale one of his senses, which seems to be more 　　13　　 to be satisfied than your 　　14　　．How much money have you got?”

　　“I have nothing 　　15　　 two pence in the world, sir, and I must buy me 　　16　　．”

　　“Never mind,” answered the officer．“　　17　　 your two coins between your hands; now rattle(发出哐哐响声)them loudly．”

　　The sweeper did so, and the officer, 　　18　　 the cook, said, “Now, sir, I think he has paid you; the smell of your victuals regaled his nose; the sound of his rattling money has tickled your 　　19　　．”

　　This decision gave more satisfaction to the by-standers than to the cook, but it was the only payment he could obtain．The cook 　　20　　 into the shop while people laughed at him．

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　　A group of frogs were jumping through the woods when two of them fell into a deep hole．All of the other frogs 　　1　　 around the hole to see what could be done to help their 　　2　　．When they saw how deep the hole was, the rest of the group 　　3　　 that it was hopeless and told the two frogs in the hole that they should prepare themselves for their fate(命运), because they were as good as 　　4　　．

　　Unwilling to accept this terrible fate, the two frogs began to jump with all of their 　　5　　 Some of the frogs shouted into the hole that it was 　　6　　, and that the two frogs wouldn't be in that 　　7　　 if they had been more careful．

　　The other frogs continued 　　8　　 shouting that they two should save their 　　9　　 and give up, since they were already as good as dead．The two frogs 　　10　　 jumping as hard as they could, and after several hours of hopeless 　　11　　 they were quite tired．

　　Finally, one of the two frogs followed the calls of his fellows．Disheartened, he lay down at the 　　12　　 of the hole, and died as the others looked on in helpless sorrow．The other frog continued to jump with every bit of energy he had, 　　13　　 he was completely worn out．

　　His companions began a new shouting to him to accept his fate, stop the pain and 　　14　　 die．The frog jumped harder and harder and, wonder of wonders, finally jumped so 　　15　　 that he sprang from the hole．　　16　　, the other frogs celebrated his unbelievable freedom and then gathering around him asked, “Why did you continue jumping when we told you it was impossible?”　　17　　 their lips, the astonished frog explained to them that he was deaf, and that when he saw their gestures and shouting, he thought they were 　　18　　 him on．What he had got as 　　19　　 inspired him to try harder and finally succeeded．

　　This simple story contains a powerful lesson．Your encouraging words can 　　20　　 someone up and help him or her make it through the day．

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　　I teach biology at UNLV three times per week．Last Monday, at the beginning of class, I cheerfully asked my 　　1　　 how their weekend had been．One young man said that his weekend had not been so 　　2　　．He had his wisdom teeth removed．Then he went on to ask me why I always seemed to be so 　　3　　．

　　His question 　　4　　 me of something I'd read somewhere before：“Every morning when you get up, you have a 　　5　　 about how you want to deal with life that day,” I said．“I choose to be cheerful．”

　　“Let me give you an example,” I continued, 　　6　　 all sixty students in the class．“In 　　7　　 to teaching here at UNLV, I also teach out at a 　　8　　 in Henderson, 17 miles down the highway from where I live．One day a few weeks ago I drove those 17 miles to Henderson．I 　　9　　 the highway and turned onto College Drive．I only had to drive another quarter mile down the road to the college．But just then my car 　　10　　．I tried to start it again, but the 　　11　　 wouldn't work．　　12　　 I turned my flashers on, took my books, and 　　13　　 down the road to the college．”

　　“As soon as I got there, I called and 　　14　　 for a tow truck to meet me at my car after 　　15　　．The secretary there asked me what had happened．“This is my 　　16　　 day,” I replied, smiling．

　　She was 　　17　　．“What do you mean?”

　　“My car could have broken down anywhere along the highway．It didn't．”I replied．　　18　　, it broke down in the perfect place：off the highway, 　　19　　 walking distance of here．I'm still a ble to teach my class, and I've been able to arrange for the tow truck to meet me after class．If my car was meant to break down today, it couldn't have been arranged in a more convenient 　　20　　．”

　　I ended my story．In spite of the early hour, no one in my class seemed to be asleep．Somehow, my story had touched them．

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　　10-year-old John ran barefoot out of the door on a windy, cold day in February and he 　　1　　 straight for the 125-foot electric tower behind their home．The tower carried 230, 000 volts through its silver wires but John wasn't 　　2　　 of the danger．He had suffered from a mental illness, a condition that separates him from reality, 　　3　　 him to live within his own 　　4　　．That day his thoughts were set on climbing to the top of that tower, touching the sky and feeling what it was like to 　　5　　．

　　His seventeen-year-old brother，James, who had always been close by, watching him and making sure that no 　　6　　 came to him, 　　7　　 to realize that he was missing this time．

　　John had already 　　8　　 the handrails(栏杆)and was making his 　　9　　 to the sky by the time James 　　10　　 him．James understood the 　　11　　 of the electrical tower but he chose to follow his younger brother up each gray rail, trying not to look 　　12　　, all the way to the top．James finally 　　13　　 his brother and held him tightly with his right hand．With his left hand, he held on to a metal bar to help stabilize(固定)them 　　14　　．

　　The minutes lengthened into hours 　　15　　 they balanced on a three-inch rail．James sang songs to 　　16　　 his own beating heart and to draw his brother's attention away from the rescue action taking place 　　17　　．

　　Hundreds of people gathered at the base of the tower and they looked like ants to James．Helicopters(直升飞机)began to circle overhead and emergency trucks rushed to the 　　18　　．

　　When secured with a safety line, the brothers and their rescuers were carefully lowered to the ground, the crowd below burst out 　　19　　．They witnessed the 　　20　　 of a 17-year-old boy named James．

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　　I stood by and watched her and her mother busily decorating her college dorm(宿舍)．Everything was in place, 　　1　　 boxes under the bed and photos of her dearest friends on the wall．I closely monitored that this time things were 　　2　　．I began to accept that her room at home is no longer 　　3　　．It is now ours，our room for her when she visits．

　　I 　　4　　 myself thinking of when I held her in my arms sitting in a chair by my wife's hospital 　　5　　．One day old．So small, so beautiful, so perfect, so totally reliant on her new, untested parents．My wife changed from the day I drove this little baby home from the 　　6　　．I saw myself differently that day, 　　7　　．

　　The last few days 　　8　　 she left for college, I touched her arm, her face－anything－　　9　　 that when my wife and I returned home， she would not be with us and there would be 　　10　　 to touch．I had so much to say, but no words with which to say it．

　　Suddenly she looked up, 　　11　　 me staring at her, which caused her to say to her mother, “Mom, Dad's looking at me funny．”She then said，“It'll be 　　12　　, Dad．I'll be home from school soon．”I told her she would have a 　　13　　 year．But I said little else．I was 　　14　　 that I would say something too small for what I was feeling, 　　15　　 I only held on to our goodbye hug a little longer, a little 　　16　　．

　　My wife's eyes followed her as she left us．Mine did not．I 　　17　　 she hadn't gone．I knew that the life she was going 　　18　　 was exciting and wonderful．I remembered what the world looked like to me when everything was 　　19　　．

　　On the way back home, my eyes were wet, my heart sore, and I realized that my 　　20　　 was changed forever．

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　　Bobby Moresco grew up in New York's Hell's Kitchen, a tough working-class neighborhood on Manhattan's West Side．By tradition he 　　1　　 have been, like his father or like most of his childhood pals, a construction worker or a policeman．But he wanted 　　2　　．Attracted by the bright lights from the time Bobby was a teen, he tried to act．“I wasn't a 　　3　　 actor, but I had a driving need to do something 　　4　　 with my life，”he says．

　　He moved to Hollywood, promising to find his 　　5　　．But he didn't make 　　6　　．For almost 10 years, he drove a taxi and worked as a waiter, 　　7　　 at an actors' workshop that he opened in Hollywood．But Moresco kept working at his 　　8　　 career．

　　In 1983 his younger brother was murdered in a mob-linked killing．Moresco moved back to his 　　9　　 neighborhood．In 1988 he finally wrote a play that was 　　10　　 to his life．Called Half Deserted Streets, it was based on his brother's 　　11　　 and staged at a small theater．A Hollywood producer 　　12　　 to see it and asked him to work on a screenplay．

　　His 　　13　　 grew, and he got enough assignments to move back to Hollywood．However, it was never easy．By 2003, he was 　　14　　 out of work and out of cash 　　15　　 he got a call from Paul Haggis, a director who had befriended him．The two worked on the script but every studio 　　16　　 it down．Moresco believed so 　　17　　 in the script that he borrowed money, and sold his house．At last the writers found an independent film producer who would take a chance．

　　The movie, Crash, 　　18　　 into the theaters in May 2005, and quietly became both a hit and a critical success．It won three Academy Awards－Best Picture, Best Film Editing and Best Writing．

　　At the age of 54, Bobby Moresco became an 　　19　　 success．“If you have something you want to do in life, don't think about the problems,” he says, “think about the 　　20　　 to get it done．”

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　　I spent the opening day of school this year at DeMatha Catholic High School in much the same way I spent the first day of classes 　　1　　 30 years ago; I sat in Dr Charles E．Offutt's British literature class, listening to him 　　2　　 what his seniors would learn and get them excited about the journey they would 　　3　　．I'm the principal(校长)of the school now, but for a few minutes I was back in 1975, 　　4　　 what the future held．

　　I have been learning from Dr Offutt for 30 of the 51 years he has been teaching at DeMatha．He not only taught me to think, he 　　5　　 me, as much by example as 　　6　　, that it was my moral duty to do so and to serve 　　7　　．

　　Neither of us could know how our 　　8　　 would develop over the years．When I first came back to DeMatha to teach English, I worked for Dr Offutt, the then department chair．After several years, I was 　　9　　 department chair, and our relationship changed 　　10　　．I thought that it might be 　　11　　 chairing the department, since all of my former English teachers were still there, but Dr Offutt 　　12　　 me throughout．He knew when to give me 　　13　　 about curriculum, texts and personnel, and when to let me design my own course．

　　In 1997, I needed his advice about leaving DeMatha to become principal at another school．If he had asked me to stay at DeMatha, I might have．　　14　　, he encouraged me to seize the new 　　15　　．

　　Five years ago, I became the 　　16　　 of DeMatha．Once again, Dr Offutt was there for me, letting me know that I could 　　17　　 on him as I tried to fill such big shoes．I've learned from him that great teachers have a(an)　　18　　 wealth of lessons to teach．　　19　　 his students don't know it yet, I know how 　　20　　 they are; I'm still one of them．

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