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　　Jenna, a popular girl from Westwood Middle School, had graduated first in her class and was ready for new 　　1　　 in high school．

　　　　2　　, high school was different．In the first week, Jenna went to tryouts(选拔赛)for cheerleaders(拉拉队队员)．She was competing against very talented girls, and she knew it would be 　　3　　 for her to be selected．Two hours later, the 　　4　　 read a list of the girls for a second tryout．Her heart 　　5　　 as the list ended without her name．Feeling 　　6　　, she walked home carrying her schoolbag full of homework．

　　Arriving home, she started with math．She had always been a good math student, but now she was 　　7　　．She moved on to English and history, and was 　　8　　 to find that she didn't have any trouble with those subjects．Feeling better, she decided not to 　　9　　 math for the time being．

　　The next day Jenna went to see Mrs．Biden about being on the school 　　10　　．Mrs．Biden wasn't as 　　11　　 as Jenna．“I'm sorry, but we have enough 　　12　　 for the newspaper already．Come back next year and we'll talk then．”Jenna smiled　　13　　 and left．“Why is high school so 　　14　　?”she sighed

　　Later in 　　15　　 class, Jenna devoted herself to figuring out the problems that had given her so much 　　16　　．By the end of class, she understood how to get them right．As she gathered her books, Jenna decided she'd continue to try to 　　17　　 at her new school．She wasn't sure if she'd succeed, but she knew she had to 　　18　　．High school was just as her mom had said：“You will feel like a small fish in a big pond 　　19　　 a big fish in a small pond．The challenge is to become the 　　20　　 fish you can be．”

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　　It was pouring outside．We all stood there 　　1　　, some patiently, others annoyed 　　2　　 nature messed up(弄糟)their hurried day．I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens 　　3　　 away the dirt and dust of the world．

　　“Mom, let's run through the rain,”a girl's voice 　　4　　 me．

　　“No, honey．We'll wait until it 　　5　　 down a bit,”Mom replied．

　　The young girl waited about another minute and 　　6　　：“Mom, let's run through the rain．”

　　“We'll get wet if we do,”Mom said．

　　“No, we won't, Mom．That's not what you said this morning,”the young girl said as she 　　7　　 her Mom's arm．

　　“This morning?　　8　　 did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?”

　　“Don't you remember?When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, If God can get us through this; he can get us through 　　9　　．”

　　The entire crowd turned 　　10　　．Mom paused and thought for a moment about 　　11　　 she would say．Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being 　　12　　．But then we heard,“Honey, you are 　　13　　．Let's run through the rain．If we get wet, maybe we just need washing,”Mom said．Then 　　14　　 they ran．

　　We all stood 　　15　　, smiling and laughing as they ran past the cars．Yes, they got wet．But they were 　　16　　 by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the 　　17　　 to their cars．Circumstances(境况)or people can take away your material possessions, and they can even take away your 　　18　　．But no one can ever take away your precious 　　19　　．So, don't forget to make time and take the 　　20　　 to make memories every day!I hope you still take the time to run through the rain．

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　　Jerry is a restaurant manager who is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say．

　　One day I went up to Jerry and asked him,“I don't get 　　1　　!You can't be a 　　2　　 person all of the time．How do you do it?”Jerry replied,“Each morning I wake up and say to myself you have two 　　3　　 today．You can choose to be in a good mood 　　4　　 you can choose to be in a bad mood．I choose to be in a good mood．It's your choice 　　5　　 you live life．”

　　Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never 　　6　　 to do in the restaurant business…．He 　　7　　 the back door open one morning and was held up at 　　8　　 point by three armed robbers．He was shot by them while trying to fight back．　　9　　, Jerry was found relatively quickly and 　　10　　 to the local trauma(外伤)center．After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released 　　11　　 the hospital with fragments of the bullets 　　12　　 in his body．

　　I saw Jerry about six months after the 　　13　　．Jerry told me something happening in the ER(急诊室)．He said,“…the paramedics were great．They kept telling me I was going to be fine．But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the 　　14　　 on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really 　　15　　．In their eyes, I 　　16　　‘he's a dead man．’I knew I needed to take 　　17　　．”“What did you do?”I asked．“Well, there was a nurse shouting questions at me,”said Jerry．“She asked 　　18　　 I was allergic to anything．‘Yes’I replied．The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply．I took a deep breath and yelled,‘BULLETS!’Over their 　　19　　, I told them,‘I am choosing to live．Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead’．”Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude．I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully．

　　Attitude, 　　20　　, is everything．

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　　Temperature is part of my married romance．Coming to New York from Baltimore－where there is just one small snowstorm each year－I was 　　1　　 by a fireplace in my new home, with fires 　　2　　 all day, just as what ancient people did at a wedding．

　　My husband, Peter, comes from northern Ontario, where winter 　　3　　 from September to May and cold wind is 　　4　　．“When Canadians have 30 below, they 　　5　　 it．”He says．“Cold wind is for crybabies．”

　　So to marry this man I had to learn to 　　6　　 for serious cold．To get me from Baltimore's Inner Harbor to Albany's frozen Hudson, Peter piled me 　　7　　 jackets and sweaters, scarves and gloves, even a hat with earflaps．The gift of Sorel boots－comfortably warm at Canada's 30 below, was a 　　8　　 we were getting serious．

　　That first winter together, living in upstate New York, I thought I'd 　　9　　．My boots were good below freezing, but my fingers could 　　10　　 tie them．Physical adaptation is real, but it came slowly．And there is also emotional 　　11　　 to cold．Some days I tell myself that I have enough beach memories to stick to on 　　12　　 days and other days I am reminded that living cold does indeed build 　　13　　．

　　　　14　　, having a warm house is important．After my first marriage ended, for years I 　　15　　 went on a second date with a man whose response to my“I'm cold．”was,“Put on a sweater．”Now I'm married to a man who 　　16　　 that cold hands do not mean a warm heart, and that a big oil bill is better than roses．But surprisingly, I've grown, too．I am 　　17　　, in this new life and climate, to go and look for that cost-saving sweater．

　　The word comfortable did not 　　18　　 refer to being contented．Its Latin root, comfortare, means to strengthen．The Holy Spirit is Comforter：not to make us comfortable, but to make us 　　19　　．We 　　20　　 not be warm but we are indeed comforted．

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　　The other day I was talking to a stranger on the bus; he told me that he had a good 　　1　　 in Chicago and he wondered if, by any chance, I 　　2　　 to know him．For a moment, I thought he might be 　　3　　, but I could tell from the expression on his face that he was not．He was 　　4　　．I felt like saying that it was ridiculous to 　　5　　 that out of all the millions of people in Chicago I could possibly have ever bumped into his friend．But, 　　6　　, I just smiled and reminded him that Chicago was a very 　　7　　 city．He nodded, and I thought he was going to be content to drop the subject and talk about something else．But I was wrong．He was silent for a few minutes, and then he 　　8　　 to tell me all about his friend．

　　His friend's main 　　9　　 in life seemed to be tennis．He was an excellent tennis player, and he 　　10　　 had his own tennis court．There were a lot of people with swimming 　　11　　, yet there were only two people with private tennis court; his friend in Chicago was one of them．I told him that I knew several 　　12　　 like that, including my brother, who was doctor in California．He 　　13　　 that maybe there were more private courts in the country, than he 　　14　　 but he did not know of any others．Then he asked me 　　15　　 my brother lived in California．When I said Sacramento, he said that was a coincidence 　　16　　 his Chicago friend spent the summer in Sacramento last year and he lived next door to a 　　17　　 who had a tennis court in his backyard．I said I felt that really was a coincidence because my next-door neighbour had gone to Sacramento last summer and had 　　18　　 the house next to my brother's house．For a moment, we stared at each other, but we did not say anything．

　　“Would your friend's name happen to be Roland Kirkwood?”I asked finally．He 　　19　　 and said,“Yes．Would your brother's name happen to be Dr Rey Hunter?”It was my 　　20　　 to laugh．“Yes,”I replied．

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　　I grew up poor－living in the housing projects(住房)with six brothers, three sisters, a varying assortment(各式各样东西的混合)of foster kids(养子), my father, and a wonderful mother, Scarlette Hunley．We had little money and few worldly goods, but plenty of love and attention．I was 　　1　　 and energetic．I understood that no matter how poor a person was, he could still 　　2　　 a dream．

　　My dream was 　　3　　．By the time I was sixteen, I could crush a baseball, and hit anything that moved on the baseball field．I was also 　　4　　：My high school coach Jarvis, who not only believed in me, but taught me how to believe in myself．He 　　5　　 me the difference between having a dream and showing conviction(信念)．One particular incident with Coach Jarvis changed my life forever．

　　It was the summer between my junior and senior years, and a friend 　　6　　 me for a summer job．This meant a chance for money in my pocket－cash for dates with girls, certainly, money for a new bike and new clothes, and the 　　7　　 of savings for a house for my mother．The prospect of a summer job was attractive and interesting, and I wanted to jump at the opportunity．Then I realized I would have to 　　8　　 summer baseball to handle the work schedule, and that meant I would have to tell Coach Jarvis I wouldn't be playing．

　　When I told Coach Jarvis, he was 　　9　　 as I expected him to be．“You have your whole life to work,”he said．“Your 　　10　　 days are limited．You can't afford to waste them．”

　　I stood before him with my head hanging, trying to think of the words that would explain to him why my dream of buying my mom a house and having money in my pocket was worth facing his 　　11　　 to me．

　　“How much are you going to make at this job, son?”He demanded．

　　“3.5 dollars an hour．”I replied．

　　“Well,”he asked,“Is ＄3.5 an hour the price of a dream?”

　　That question, the plainness of it, laid bare for me the difference between wanting something right now and having a goal．I delicated myself to sports that summer and with the year I was hired by the Pittsburgh Pirates to play baseball, and was 　　12　　 a ＄20,000 contract．I signed with the Denver Broncos in 1998 for ＄1.7 million, and bought my mother the house of my dreams．

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　　I sat in my car waiting in line at the gas station, but my mind was somewhere else completely．It was just a week 　　1　　 Valentine's Day．Only twenty-six months had passed by since my husband Robert Kirk's death, and I couldn't stop 　　2　　 him．

　　Valentine's Day had been twice as 　　3　　 for me and my husband of fifty-two years, Robert's birthday was the day after, February 15th．Every year, on the 14th of February he'd 　　4　　me a card, signed at the bottom with“Xs(kisses)”and“Os(hugs)”．Then the next day we'd gather with the kids around a birthday cake and blow out the candles．After all those years, it wasn't 　　5　　 now to be alone．

　　Suddenly, out of the corner of my 　　6　　, I could see a truck backing up towards me fast．I hit the horn(喇叭), but it was too late．Crunch!It had backed up 　　7　　 into the driver's side of my car．Looking at the damaged side view mirror and the plate-sized dent(凹痕)in the door, I almost felt crying．I made a claim on my insurance policy(按保单索赔)and 　　8　　, the claim was pushed through．A week later, I brought my car in for 　　9　　 and rented one．I drove it home through rainy streets that seemed to 　　10　　 my feelings．

　　The morning of the 14th, I woke up and still had a feeling of unhappiness．I had to get out of the house．So I headed to the garage．When I got close to it, my eyes was fixed on a card on the window of the car．It was signed with“RK”, the first letters of Robert Kirk's name;“215”, his birthday; and 　　11　　 for“kisses”and“hugs”that I'd never forget．Who did this?

　　The next day I received a note from my elder daughter, 　　12　　“It was a surprise!I just want you to be happy．”

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　　Every year on my birthday, a white gardenia(栀子花)was 　　1　　 to my house．But no card or note came with it．Calls to the flower shop were always 　　2　　 －it was a cash purchase．After a while I stopped trying to 　　3　　 the sender's identity and just 　　4　　 in the beauty and heady perfume of that one magical, perfect white flower lying in 　　5　　 pink paper．

　　But I never stopped 　　6　　 who the giver might be．My mother 　　7　　 to these imaginations．She asked me if there was someone for whom I had done a special 　　8　　 who might be showing appreciation．I had more fun imagining that it might be a boy I fell in love with or one who had 　　9　　 me even though I didn't know him．

　　One month 　　10　　 my high-school graduation．my father died．My feelings 　　11　　 from sorrow to fear and 　　12　　：my dad was missing some of the most important events in my life．I became completely 　　13　　 in my coming graduation, the senior-class play and the ball．But my mother would not hear of my 　　14　　 any of those things．Mother and I had gone shopping and found an impressive dress, but it was the 　　15　　 size．When my father died, I forgot about the dress．

　　The day before my ball, I found that dress——in the right size——over the living room sofa．It was 　　16　　 to me so lovingly．I didn't 　　17　　 if I had a new dress or not．But my mother did．She wanted her children to feel 　　18　　, filled with a sense that there was a beauty even in the face of 　　19　　．In truth, my mother wanted her children to see themselves much like the gardenia——lovely, strong and perfect——with an aura of magic and perhaps a bit of mystery．

　　My mother died ten days after l was married．The following year the gardenia stopped 　　20　　．

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　　My father enjoys bike riding．Ever since I was little, I have always loved going biking with my dad．　　1　　, as I became a teenager, other things began to draw my 　　2　　．Suddenly, it became important to do things with 　　3　　．I just saw my dad every evening at home．Why did I have to 　　4　　 my Sundays to all day bike trips with him?I was really not interested in it．When my indifference(冷漠)hurt him, my father always kept 　　5　　, but he would usually let me know when he was planning a bike trip 　　6　　 I wanted to come with him．

　　It was a Sunday morning, and I was 　　7　　 low spirits．Two of my friends had gone to the movies without inviting me．Just then my father 　　8　　 my room．“It is a beautiful day．Want to go for a 　　9　　, today, Beck?”“Leave me alone!”I impatiently 　　10　　．Those were the last words I said to him before he left the house that 　　11　　．

　　Several hours later, the police called us, 　　12　　 us that Dad had a traffic accident．My father's injuries were serious．It took several days before he could 　　13　　 speak．Beside his bed I held his hand gently, 　　14　　 of hurting him．

　　“Daddy…I am sorry…”

　　“It's okay, my dear．I'll be okay．”

　　“No,”I said,“I 　　15　　 what I said to you that day．You know, that morning?”

　　“My dear, I don't 　　16　　 anything about that day．I only remember kissing you good night the night before．”He managed a weak smile．

　　I felt 　　17　　 for my thoughtless remark, for I 　　18　　 wanted him to leave me alone in my heart．My teacher once told me that 　　19　　 have immeasurable power．They can hurt or they can heal．And we all have the 　　20　　 to choose our words．I intend to do that very carefully from now on．

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　　From 1993 to 1998 I was an employee of a car dealership(经销商)．My job was to check whether the 　　1　　 cars, which were for sale, needed repairs．

　　The manager's wife was named Cindy．Cindy was always very 　　2　　, treating me like I was below her or that she was 　　3　　 than me．I was 　　4　　 positive and kind, but that never seemed to 　　5　　 her．

　　If there were 　　6　　 on a carpet, I needed to dye(染色)the carpet．One day, she 　　7　　 me of not acknowledging that I had dyed the carpet in a car that had no spots．She drove the car at the weekend and said there was no spot on the carpet．She 　　8　　 to continually be aggressive without listening to my 　　9　　．

　　　　10　　, instead of being angry at being looked on as someone who was not 　　11　　, I went outside and bought some red roses．I picked out a card, and 　　12　　 I was sorry for the misunderstanding and that I did not ever have the 　　13　　 of making her angry．

　　The following week, I walked into her office like I did as usual with a list of used cars that needed some attention 　　14　　 they were sold and said“Hi Cindy”with my usual happy

　　　　15　　．She gave me this big 　　16　　 and said,“You bought me the 　　17　　．”Every week thereafter she would always say,“Hey Mike, how are you?”

　　It was actually so nice to 　　18　　 Cindy's change．She was always very 　　19　　, and would always have a big smile when I walked into her office．

　　I guess people can 　　20　　 with a little bit of kindness!