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　　In 1971, readers around the world were astonished by some photographs which appeared in newspapers．Hidden deep in the rainforests of an island in the Philippines, was an ethnic(种族的)　　1　　 called the Tasaday．Not until that moment did anyone have any 　　2　　 of these people．They didn’t have an agricultural economy; they hunted animals and 　　3　　 fruit from the plants in the rainforest．They carried tools made of stone, lived in 　　4　　 and wore clothes made of leaves．Unknown until 1971, they 　　5　　 became world famous．After that, there were TV 　　6　　 and books about them; people said their simple lives showed that human beings could be good and kind if they were not 　　7　　 by modern life．Then after 1974 the region was closed by the government and the world 　　8　　 about them．

　　In 1986, a Swiss journalist, Oswald Iten, decided to visit the Tasaday．The journey 　　9　　 thick rainforests and across rivers was hard and dangerous．Mr．Iten was 　　10　　 killed by the soldiers, villagers and businessmen who wanted to take the wood from the rainforest．Finally, Mr．Iten 　　11　　 and found the caves of the Tasaday 　　12　　．The people were living in nearby huts and they were all 　　13　　 jeans and T-shirts, not leaves．He thought that perhaps they were not an ethnic minority 　　14　　．

　　When he 　　15　　 to Switzerland, Mr．Iten wrote about the Tasaday people in the newspapers．He said he thought that they were just ordinary farmers, poor, but not 　　16　　 from anyone else．He believed that in 1971, the government told “the Tasaday” to 　　17　　 they were native people from thousands of years ago, so that tourists－and money－would start 　　18　　 into the region．

　　One group of experts said that they really were people who had no 　　19　　 with modern life before 1971; another group said they were just 　　20　　 the part．So who are these people, really? Perhaps we’ll never really be sure．

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　　When I was about 13, my father would take me on short outings on Saturdays．On the way home, Dad 　　1　　 stopped at the Dairy Queen for 10-cent ice creams．I couldn’t 　　2　　 it, but I could pray from the 　　3　　 we started heading home to that corner where we would either go straight for the ice cream or 　　4　　 and go home empty-handed．That corner 　　5　　 either mouth-watering excitement or 　　6　　．

　　On one special day, we were heading home, and again I was praying for the 　　7　　 sound of his offer．It 　　8　　．“Would you like an ice cream today?” “That sounds great, Dad!” But then he said, “It sounds good to me too, Son．How would you like to treat today?”

　　Twenty cents! My mind reeled．I could afford it．I had a weekly allowance of 25 cents, plus some 　　9　　 for odd jobs(零活)．And 　　10　　 it was my money, ice cream wasn’t a good use of it．In a fit(冲动)of 　　11　　, I said, “Well, in that case, I guess I’ll 　　12　　．” My father just said, “Okay, Son．”

　　But as we headed home, I realized how wrong I was and begged him to 　　13　　．But he just said, “That’s okay, we don’t really need one．” I felt 　　14　　 for my selfishness and ungratefulness．He didn’t mind, or 　　15　　 act disappointed．

　　I 　　16　　 that generosity goes two ways and gratefulness sometimes costs more than “thank you”．On that day gratefulness would have cost 20 cents and it would have been the 　　17　　 ice cream I’d ever had．

　　I’ll tell you one more thing．We went on another 　　18　　 the next week．As we 　　19　　 the corner, I said, “Dad, would you like an ice cream today? My 　　20　　．”

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　　I had spent over five exhausting(令人疲乏不堪的)years on my essay for my Ph．D(哲学学士)．and was anxiously preparing for my oral boards which were to be held in California, and I had 　　1　　 a flight through Minneapolis, where I was to change 　　2　　．My flight was very late, and I was soon in an all－out run to 　　3　　 my flight．I had to stop to catch my 　　4　　 on a moving sidewalk when I 　　5　　 a woman in her fifties 　　6　　 with a carry-on bag．

　　I don’t know 　　7　　, but I looked at her face and blurted out, “Are you going on flight 567 to California?”

　　She responded, “Yes．”

　　“So am I ,” I responded．“Give me your bag．I’ll run 　　8　　 and tell them to wait for you．” I took her bag and started running again．I 　　9　　 onto the plane and told a flight attendant that one more passenger was behind me and to please 　　10　　 the plane for her．I 　　11　　 myself with her bag, and a few moments later she arrived and was the last person on the plane 　　12　　 they closed the doors and 　　13　　．After the plane leveled off, I 　　14　　 the bag to her, and she smiled at me and thanked me．

　　I didn’t sleep a wink in the hotel and arrived at the 　　15　　 at seven o’clock in the morning．The 　　16　　 kept me waiting for an hour in a room．I walked into the boardroom and was initially frightened by all the 　　17　　 in their robes．As I slowly 　　18　　 at the faces of all the board members, I noticed the bright face of a woman．She gave me a smile 　　19　　 a young schoolgirl．It was the same woman whose bag I had carried ahead the night before．　　20　　, whenever I made a mistake on any questions, she did a great job of relaxing me．

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　　I can still remember when I met my best friend．She had just moved into the neighborhood and her grandmother brought her down to 　　1　　 me．I hid behind my mother and she hid behind her grandmother, 　　2　　 to look at each other．Soon we lost the 　　3　　 and started playing with each other．

In the 7^th grade，I first lost touch with her．She was 　　4　　 family problems and I deserted her to be with the "cooler people" because they knew she had been a 　　5　　 person．None of my new friends liked her as much as I did because they knew she had 　　6　　．However，every summer we could always sit at each other’s house and watch soap operas，and talk about all the boys we liked．

　　It was last year when I noticed the problem．I guess I was too devoted in high school to 　　7　　 she needed someone there for her．Anyway，she made a new best friend and so did I．Then 1 didn’t know why，but she started cutting herself!

She then was diagnosed(诊断)with clinical(临床的)depression．At first，1 was very 　　8　　, but we still stayed in 　　9　　．I wanted to be there for her since her new best friend basically 　　10　　 her and people were calling her 　　11　　, and I knew I still cared about her like a sister．

　　Yesterday she came to me and said：“I never knew what a best friend was until you were the only person that would stop me cutting．I 　　12　　 you so much，and you didn’t even know you were 　　13　　 me．”

　　We both cried．And I guess a kind of 　　14　　 from my life so far is never to give up on your friends．Even if they aren’t as cool as others，or people think they are crazy，they need someone there．If you desert them，you will only be 　　15　　 yourself．So if a friend needs you, and you care for them, you can never desert them．

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　　By the third year of teaching I’d begun to expect Christmas break more for the school holiday and less for the excitement of the children．I was teaching fourth grade and my students had made me 　　1　　．I just had to get through one of the hardest days of the school year．

　　The morning bell rang．I walked 　　2　　 through the cold into the overly heated school building．Twenty-two smiling faces 　　3　　 me at the school bus stop．I forced myself to 　　4　　 their smiles．Back into the classroom, they 　　5　　, comparing plans for the 　　6　　．I had to remove one student from each arm 　　7　　 I could take a seat at my desk for my morning duties．Before I could find my roll book(点名册)my desk was covered with 　　8　　 and gifts followed by a 　　9　　 of “Merry Christmas” wishes．

　　“Oh, thank you,” I must have 　　10　　 a million times．Each gift was truly special to me, except my 　　11　　 mood．It was kind of them to 　　12　　 me．After a while, I heard a small nervous 　　13　　 say my name．I looked up to see Brandon standing 　　14　　 by my desk, holding a small, round gift．“This is for you．”

　　“Thank you, Sweetheart．” I laid it on my desk with the others．

　　“Um, could you 　　15　　 it now?”

　　I gently tore at the paper and tape．“　　16　　,” he said, “it’s breakable．” Slowly I opened a small, green Christmas tree ornament(装饰物), complete with a hook already 　　17　　．It dawned on me what he had done．Then a nearby student said that he just pulled that off his own tree．I tried to keep my 　　18　　 back．

　　Later that day, I sat 　　19　　 the ornament in my hands．Was I really so important to this child that he had searched for something to give me? Now every year as I 　　20　　 pull a green Christmas ball from my ornament box, I remember the deep influence my students have on me．

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