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　　One summer day my father sent me to buy wire for our farm．At 16, I liked 　　1　　 better than driving our truck, 　　2　　 this time I was not happy．My father had told me I’d have to ask for credit at the store．

　　Sixteen is a 　　3　　 age, when a young man wants respect, not charity．It was 1976, and the ugly 　　4　　 of racial discrimination was 　　5　　 a fact of life．I’d seen my friends ask for credit and then stand, head down, while the store owner 　　6　　 whether they were“good for it．”I knew black youths just like me who were 　　7　　 like thieves by the store clerk each time they went into a grocery．

　　My family was 　　8　　．We paid our debts．But before harvest, cash was short．Would the store owner 　　9　　 us?

　　At Davis’s store, Buck Davis stood behind the cash desk, talking to a farmer．I nodded 　　10　　 I passed him on my way to the hardware shelves．When I brought my 　　11　　 to the cash desk, I said 　　12　　,“I need to put this on credit．”

　　The farmer gave me an amused, distrustful 　　13　　．But Buck’s face didn’t change．“Sure,”he said 　　14　　．“Your daddy is 　　15　　 good for it．”He 　　16　　 to the other man．“This here is one of James Williams’s sons．”

　　The farmer nodded in a neighborly 　　17　　．I was filled with pride．James Williams’s son．Those three words had opened a door to an adult’s respect and trust．

　　That day I discovered that the good name my parents had 　　18　　 brought our whole family the respect of our neighbors．Everyone knew what to 　　19　　 from a Williams：a decent person who kept his word and respected himself 　　20　　 much to do wrong．

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　　Today I felt very uncomfortable studying English as usual．My eyes were 　　1　　 and my mind was confused．I buried my head deep in the great pile of books．Many vocabulary words 　　2　　 my mind．As more and more entered, I 　　3　　 focus, and my 　　4　　 became crazy．The clock hands were pointing at twelve．I always 　　5　　 the time when I study．Without any fruitful results, I felt more 　　6　　 and tired．I 　　7　　 up and walked to the living room just to take a little break．　　8　　 that would make me feel better．The street lamps looked like stars outside the window．A few scattered(分散的)branches 　　9　　 shadows on the French window．Something seemed more 　　10　　 and quiet than before．I walked to the 　　11　　 slowly, and let my face press against it, 　　12　　 very carefully…oh my God!…It’s snow!It was very bright and covered up the whole 　　13　　 while I was studying English painfully, so white and so quiet．At this moment, I was so 　　14　　 that I felt like I might burst into tears．The snow was like a spring 　　15　　 into my heart, and my eyes were shining with it．All my pain and tiredness 　　16　　 at this moment, as the snow dropped into my heart．

　　I quickly became calm again, as the excitement went away．I sat on the bed silently, and drew the 　　17　　 to one side to let the white house and white tree stay just beside my bed．I thought this must be a(n) 　　18　　 from God, because I liked snow so much．　　19　　 I was weakest and most helpless in this world, nothing could inspire me but 　　20　　．I should inspire myself from such a beautiful scene．

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　　“I can’t believe it．These blooms have lasted so long this year,”my wife said．

　　“I hadn’t really thought about it, but you are right．As much as I love lilacs(丁香), they come and go so 　　1　　,”I said．

　　It has been incredibly 　　2　　 this year here in my back-yard．Our lilac tree has 　　3　　 the most blooms I have ever seen．The scent(香味)is so wonderful that I spend a lot of time just standing on our small deck 　　4　　 it all in．

　　Many of the 　　5　　 are hollow and almost broken, leaving me to believe it has 　　6　　 many springs．A few winters ago one of the biggest branches crashed to the ground under the 　　7　　 of melting snow．It 　　8　　 my heart．I guess I wasn’t 　　9　　 much from the old thing this year．But it is magnificent!

　　Since we have been 　　10　　 so much rain lately the flowers have become heavier．The 　　11　　 tall branches seem to be under a lot of pressure．I can relate to that．There are big gaps because the branches are 　　12　　．

　　　　13　　, today I noticed the first bunch of flowers turning brown．It won’t be long 　　14　　 they are all gone．But here’s what I’ve learned from it．

　　Some people are like fragrant flowers．They come into our lives ever so 　　15　　 and leave behind a scent that stays in our being．They 　　16　　 your day by just having had contact with them even if for a moment．You cannot possibly 　　17　　 a day without thinking about them．Their beautiful 　　18　　 gently touches your heart each time you hear their name．In the coldest, darkest days of the winter of my life, the 　　19　　 of them will get me through it all and bring a smile to my face and I will have“spring forever in my 　　20　　．”

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　　It was a family adventure trip．My wife, Judith, our two-year-old daughter, Leila, and I had rented a small camper(旅行车)and were 　　1　　 through Baja California．The day before our return to San Diego, we 　　2　　 the camper near a beach for one last night in nature．

　　In the middle of the 　　3　　 I was awakened by Judith 　　4　　 me with her finger and yelling at me to 　　5　　．My first impressions were of 　　6　　 and banging．Fairly confused, I jumped down out of our little loft-bed, and standing without clothes on, 　　7　　 the wind screen．

　　What I saw 　　8　　 me quickly out of my half-dazed state．The camper was 　　9　　 by masked men hitting the 　　10　　．

　　I dove for the driver’s seat and tried to start the 　　11　　．The camper had started perfectly at least 50 times that 　　12　　．Now it tried to turn over, sputtered(劈啪作响)a few times, and died．There was the sound of breaking glass, and a hand 　　13　　 in through the driver’s side window．I hit the hand with a lot of force．

　　My hand was bleeding 　　14　　 the broken glass．I 　　15　　 I had one more chance to start the car．Having played hero 　　16　　 a thousand times in fantasy, I never 　　17　　 I would do it．I turned the key．The engine sputtered to life…and died．Then someone jammed a gun into my throat．I remember this thought：“You mean I don’t save the family?”I was really quite surprised．

　　One of the men, who spoke a little English, was 　　18　　,“Money!Money!”The gun still at my throat, I reached under the driver’s seat and 　　19　　 one of them my 　　20　　 through the broken window．I was hoping this was the end of it…

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　　When Winsion Chruchill was a young man, his father concluded that Churchill was“unfit for a career in law or politics”because he did so badly in school．

　　When Charles Darwin was getting ready to 　　1　　 on his five-year expedition on The Beagle, his father was extremely 　　2　　．he thought his son was falling into a life of sin and idleness．

　　Gorge Washington’s mother was a complaining, 　　3　　 woman by all accounts．She thought little of Washington’s achievements and didn’t 　　4　　 at either of his presidential inaugurations(就职典礼)．She was always 　　5　　 that her children overlooked her and she was especially angry when her son George ran off to 　　6　　 the army for the American Revolution．She 　　7　　 believed it was his duty to stay home and take care of her．

　　In his youth, the 　　8　　 Leonard Bernstein, one of the most talented and successful composers in American history, was continually pressured by his father to 　　9　　 his music and do something worthwhile, like help out in his family’s beauty-supply business．After Leonard became 　　10　　, his father was asked about that, and he answered,“Well, how was I supposed to know he was the Leonard Bernstein?”

　　People may criticize you or make fun of your ideas or actively try to 　　11　　 you．Often their efforts are only attempts to protect you from 　　12　　．But obviously failure is only a possibility if you stop．If you keep 　　13　　, a“failure”is just another learning 　　14　　．Besides, giving up on a heartfelt goal is worse than failing．“Many people die”, said Wendell Holmes,“with their 　　15　　 still in them．”That’s true tragedy．

　　So listen 　　16　　 to the worries and criticisms of your friends and family, and do your best to put their minds 　　17　　, but then carry on．Listen last to your own heart．You 　　18　　 yourself better than anyone on earth．Make sure your song is 　　19　　．

　　Listen to your own heart．Don’t let your music 　　20　　 with you．

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　　You may have heard of Osceola McCarty, an 88-year-old woman in Mississippi who had worked for over 75 years as a 　　1　　 woman．

　　One day after she retired, she went to the bank and discovered that her small monthly 　　2　　 had grown to over＄150,000．Then to everyone’s surprise, she turned around and 　　3　　 almost all of the money to the University of Southern Mississippi(USM)for a 　　4　　 fund for students with financial needs．Immediately, she made national 　　5　　．

　　What you have not heard is how Osceola’s gift had 　　6　　 my life．I am 19 years old and the first 　　7　　 of an Osceola McCarty Scholarship．

　　I was a 　　8　　 student, and I was determined to go to USM．But I 　　9　　 being qualified for a regular scholarship by one point on the entrance exams, and a scholarship was the 　　10　　 way I could attend．

　　One Sunday, I came across the story in the paper about Osceola McCarty and her generous 　　11　　．The next day I went to the financial aid office, and they told me there was still no money 　　12　　 for me, but if anything came up they’d call．

　　A few days later, I was going out with my mother 　　13　　 the phone rang．I was told I had been chosen to be given the first Osceola McCarty Scholarship．I was 　　14　　!

　　McCarty worked hard her whole life, washing clothes by hand．Now that she is 　　15　　, she sits most of the day and reads the Bible, that is, when she is not getting rewards．Every time I go to visit her, she has a new 　　16　　．She’s even gone to the White House．She is so happy and proud．We have tried to talk her into getting a VCR(录像机)so she can tape the programs and see 　　17　　 on TV－she just smiles．

　　McCarty gave me much more than a scholarship．She taught me about the gift of 　　18　　．Now I know there are good people in the world who do good things．She worked hard and helped others, and in turn she has inspired me to 　　19　　 when I can some day．So 　　20　　 I plan to add to her scholarship fund．

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　　One day I jumped into a taxi and took off for the airport．

　　We were driving in the right lane 　　1　　 suddenly a black car jumped out of a parking space 　　2　　 in front of us．My taxi driver immediately put his foot on the 　　3　　．The taxi slid a short distance quickly and 　　4　　 the other car by just inches!The driver of the black car moved his head around and started 　　5　　 at us．My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy; and I mean he was 　　6　　 friendly, which is truly beyond my expectation．

　　　　7　　 I asked,“Why did you just do that?This guy almost 　　8　　 your car and sent us to the 　　9　　!”This is when my taxi driver 　　10　　 me what I now call“the Law of the Garbage Truck．”

　　He 　　11　　 that many people are like garbage trucks．They run around full of garbage, disappointment, frustration(挫败感)and 　　12　　．As their garbage 　　13　　, they need a place to dump(丢弃)it and sometimes they’ll dump it on 　　14　　．Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move 　　15　　．Don’t take it 　　16　　．Don’t take their garbage and 　　17　　 it to other people at work, at home or on the streets．

　　The 　　18　　 line is that successful people don’t let garbage trucks take over their day．Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with 　　19　　, so“Love the people who treat you 　　20　　．Pray for the ones who don’t”．

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　　I have learned to expect gifts from Cod in the form of people．People who I meet for a few seconds, a few hours or even for 　　1　　．

　　My wife and I 　　2　　 a short train ride on an old train．It was 　　3　　 of her birthday plan．I was expecting to meet someone new who would 　　4　　 at our table．That was to be my　　5　　 for that day．

　　We weren’t seated for two minutes 　　6　　 I heard,“Would you mind if I 　　7　　 you?”I replied,“　　8　　．I was expecting you!”

　　He was in his early sixties and 　　9　　 introduced himself．But for the following 45 minutes, he never stopped 　　10　　 loudly．If there was a pause in the conversation, it was because 　　11　　 on the train was giving us some background information about the old train　　12　　, this gentleman kept speaking to us about himself．Some things he said were very interesting．but most was a complaint about his experience as a 　　13　　 and different types of law．He never asked 　　14　　 of us what we did

　　So．if 　　15　　 did send him, what was the message this time?

　　He needed 　　16　　 and I needed to be reminded how important it was to listen to people, 　　17　　 for a few seconds．a few hours or for a lifetime．Perhaps I was sent to him．Maybe he was　　18　　 to God to meet someone who 　　19　　．

　　God gave us two ears and one mouth, because we need to listen 　　20　　 as much as we speak．

　　“Leave him alone,”I shouted as I walked out of the orphanage(孤儿院)gate and saw several of the Spring Park School bullies(欺负弱者的人)pushing the deaf kid around．I did not know the boy at all 　　1　　 I knew that we were about the same age, because of his size．He lived in the old white house across the street from the orphanage where I 　　2　　．I had seen him on his front covered entrance several times doing absolutely nothing, except just sitting there making funny hand movements．

　　In the summer time we didn’t get much to eat 　　3　　 Sunday supper, except watermelon and then we had to eat it behind the dining room so we would not make a mess on the 　　4　　 inside．The only time that I would see him was through the high chain-link fence that surrounded the 　　5　　 when we ate our watermelon outside．

　　The deaf kid started making all kinds of hand 　　6　　, really fast．“You are a stupid idiot,”said the bigger of the two bullies 　　7　　 he pushed the boy down on the ground．The other bully ran around behind the boy and kicked him as hard as he could in the back．The deaf boy’s body started 　　8　　 all over and he curled up in a ball trying to protect and hide his face．He looked like he was trying to cry, or something but he just couldn’t make any 　　9　　．

　　I ran as fast as I could back through the orphanage gate and into the thick bushes．I uncovered my home-made bow which I had 　　10　　 out of bamboo and string．I grabbed four arrows that were also made of bamboo．Then I ran back out the gate with an arrow lifted in the 　　11　　 and I just stood there quietly, breathing really hard just 　　12　　 either one of them to kick or touch the boy again．

　　Those days I’ve prepared to complete my college degree．The last project was named“smile”, which required us to go out and smile at three people and 　　1　　 their reactions．

　　It was freezing．My friend and I went out to a fast food restaurant．We were standing in line, waiting to be 　　2　　, when all of a sudden people around us began to back away from their position．

　　As I 　　3　　 I smelt a terrible“dirty body”smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men．As I looked down at the short gentleman close to me, he was smiling and his nice sky－blue eyes searched for 　　4　　．

　　To sit in the restaurant and 　　5　　 up, they had to buy something．When the young casher at the counter asked what they wanted to order, one of them said coffee because that was all they could 　　6　　．I smiled and asked the casher for two more breakfast meals on two 　　7　　 plates．Then I walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot．I put the plates on the table and 　　8　　 the blue－eyed little man’s cold hands with my hands．With tears in his eyes, he said．“Thank you”．I noticed that all the 　　9　　 in the restaurant were set on me at that time．

　　I returned to college and 　　10　　 a paper about this story as my project to the instructor．She read it and though highly of my project．Just then I realized in my own way I had 　　11　　 the people at the restaurant, my friend, the instructor, and every person that shared the classroom．I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn unconditional acceptance．

　　Much love and compassion is sent to each person who may read this and learn how to 　　12　　 people．