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　　A very little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox．He had with him a plastic pail(桶)and a shiny, red plastic shovel(铲)．In the 　　1　　 of creating roads and tunnels in the sand, he 　　2　　 a large rock in the middle of the sandbox．

　　The boy dug around the rock, 　　3　　 to move it off the dirt．At first, he wanted to carry it out of the sandbox with his hands; however, it was too heavy．Later, with much 　　4　　, he pushed the rock across the sandbox by 　　5　　 his hands．When the boy got the rock to the 　　6　　 of the sandbox, he found that he couldn’t roll it up and 　　7　　 the little wall．　　8　　, the little boy pushed, but every time he thought he had made some 　　9　　, the rock tipped(翻滚)and then fell back into the sandbox．The little boy pushed and pushed, but his only 　　10　　 was to have the rock roll back．

　　Finally he 　　11　　 tears．All this time the boy’s father watched from his living room window 　　12　　 the drama was unfolded．The moment the tears fell, a large 　　13　　 appeared across the sandbox．It was the boy’s father．Gently but 　　14　　, he said, “Son, why didn’t you use all the strength that you had?”

　　Defeated, the boy 　　15　　 back, “I did! I did! I used all the strength that I had!”

　　“No, you didn’t．You didn’t ask me for help．” The father 　　16　　 down, picked up the rock and dropped it off the sandbox．

　　Do you have “rocks” in your life that need to be 　　17　　? Are you discovering that you don’t have 　　18　　 it takes to lift them? There is someone who is willing to give us the 　　19　　 we need．Maybe, it’s sometimes a good idea to ask others for 　　20　　 when we meet difficulties we can’t overcome．

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　　Introduction to Letters to Sam

　　Dear Reader,

　　Please allow me to tell you something before you read this book．When my 　　1　　, Sam, was born, my heart was filled with joy．I had been sitting in a wheelchair for 20 years before then, and I have been 　　2　　 ill many times．So I wondered if I would have the 　　3　　 to tell Sam what I had 　　4　　．

　　For years I have been hosting a program on the 　　5　　 and writing articles for a magazine．Being 　　6　　 to move freely, I have learned to sit still and keep my heart 　　7　　, exchanging thoughts with thousands of listeners and 　　8　　．So when Sam was born, I 　　9　　 to tell him about school and friendship, romance and work, love and everything else．That’s how I started to write these 　　10　　．I hope that Sam would 　　11　　 them sooner or later．

　　However, that expectation 　　1　2　 when Sam showed signs of autism(自闭症)at the age of two．He had actually stopped talking before the discovery of the signs．He 　　13　　 to communicate with others, even the family members．That was 　　14　　 for me but didn’t stop me writing on．I realized that I had even 　　15　　 now to tell him．I wanted him to 　　16　　 what it means to be “different” from others, and learn how to fight against the misfortune he’ll 　　17　　 as I myself, his grandfather, did．I just 　　18　　 if I could write all that I wanted to say in the rest of my life．

　　Now, 　　19　　 the book has been published, I have been given the chance．Every chapter in the book is a letter to Sam：some about my life, and all about what it means to be a 　　20　　．

Daniel Gottlieb

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　　I ran into a stranger as he passed by, and I at once apologized to him．We were both very 　　1　　, the stranger and I．Then we went 　　2　　 our way after saying good-bye．

　　But at home a 　　3　　 story is told．Later that day, when I 　　4　　 supper in the kitchen, my daughter suddenly stood behind me very 　　5　　．When I turned back, I 　　6　　 knocked her down．“Don’t be in my 　　7　　!” I shouted angrily．She walked away with her little heart 　　8　　．On the kitchen floor later, I found some flowers by the door．

　　That night, while I lay 　　9　　 in bed, a voice in my deep heart said, “While 　　10　　 with a stranger, you are so polite, but with the children you love, you are so easily 　　11　　．Why are there some flowers by the door? Those are the flowers she brought for you．She 　　12　　 them herself, pink, yellow and your favorite blue．She stood quietly in order to give you a 　　13　　, and you never saw the 　　14　　 in her eyes．”

　　By this time, I felt very 　　15　　 and now my tears began to fall．I quietly went and knelt(跪下)by her 　　16　　, “Wake up, little girl, wake up,” I said, “Are these the flowers you picked for me?” She smiled, “Yes, because I knew you’d like them, especially the 　　17　　．” I said, “Daughter, I’m sorry for the way I acted today; I 　　18　　 have shouted at you that way．”

　　She said, “Oh, Mom, that’s okay．I love you 　　19　　．” I hugged her and said, “Daughter, I love you too, and I do like the flowers．”

　　Through this 　　20　　, I realize what FAMILY means：

FAMILY＝(F)ATHER(A)ND(M)OTHER,(I)(L)OVE(Y)OU

　　My name's Jim Shelley and I'm an addict(有瘾的人)．With these words I began to 　　1　　 the problem, the problem of my telephone addiction．I used to call people 　　2　　, from the moment I woke up to the time I went to sleep, I 　　3　　 to be phoned, I wanted to phone, Just one more call．It started socially－a few calls each day．It seemed 　　4　　, just a quick chat．

　　Gradually though, the 　　5　　 got worse．Soon it was 　　6　　 use, until, finally, addiction．And it began to affect my 　　7　　．During the work day, I would disappear for a quick 　　8　　．If I couldn't make a call, I spent the whole time waiting for the phone to ring．Getting more and more 　　9　　, in the end, I would ring someone, then someone else, 　　10　　 myself just one more call．I was phoning people and 　　11　　 messages to make sure 　　12　　 calls would see me through the day．

　　I used to arrive at friends homes and before the door was closed, go straight for the phone with the 　　13　　 "Is it OK if I just use the phone…?"At work, I became 　　14　　 when my fellow workers tried to 　　15　　 me from using the phone．And one day I hit my boss(with the phone)．Finally the police caught me 　　16　　 a phone box that had take my last one pound coin, and I was 　　17　　 to see a psychiatrist(心理医生)．I haven't 　　18　　 a phone in the house for three weeks now, and it's several days 　　19　　 I used a phone box．I try not to watch TV because there are 　　20　　 people on it making phone calls．My name is Jim Shelley and I am an addict．

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　　In the year 1840, the world’s first stamps for letters were used in England．From then on, many people all 　　1　　 the world have enjoyed 　　2　　 stamps．Boys and girls, and older people 　　3　　, save them．It’s easy 　　4　　 start collecting stamps．Ask your friends or parents to save 　　5　　 envelopes(信封)for you．When you get some, keep the ones 　　6　　 stamps 　　7　　 you like．

　　Don’t try to pull the stamp 　　8　　 the envelopes．Cut off the stamp corner of the envelope．Leave the stamp corner in water 　　9　　 night．　　10　　 morning, the stamps will come right off the 　　11　　．Then put the wet stamps on soft paper．Put more soft paper 　　12　　 them．Place a book on top to keep the stamps 　　13　　 curling(卷)as they 　　14　　．

　　　　15　　 you have many stamps, you will want to sort(分类)them．They can be 　　16　　 by color, size, place, or by how much they 　　17　　 for．They can also be sorted by the kinds of pictures on 　　18　　．Every picture on a stamp has 　　19　　 in it．　　20　　 stamp tells us a story．

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　　Whenever I recall my childhood, there is one thing I remember clearly．My father used his 　　1　　 to let my mother 　　2　　 her parents who lived far away．There was just my younger brother and myself in the 　　3　　．One evening, our father came home and there was no 　　4　　, not even a piece of bread．My father had no money and he was as 　　5　　 as we were．My brother and I went to bed without having anything．

　　　　6　　 I knew from the expressions on my father's face that he could not 　　7　　 us be hungry for long．He left the house, and about two hours later he 　　8　　 and woke us up．He had two small potato pies in his hands．I didn't know where he got the money for the food but somehow he 　　9　　 to find a way．It was clear that he wanted to get his children 　　10　　．

　　My father did not eat and had 　　11　　 all day but he sat there and felt 　　12　　 at seeing us eat．This has always stuck in my 　　13　　．At that moment, I felt moved knowing that he tried his best not to let us 　　14　　, and he wanted us to know he was always there 　　15　　 us．

　　In 　　16　　 times, I think, it is important not to 　　17　　 weakness but strength．　　18　　 the mother is the cement(黏合剂)that 　　19　　 a family together, then the father is the steel that strengthens(加固)that cement．

　　It is his values and 　　20　　 that have carried me forward and helped me deal with my own problems in life．

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　　Tick, tock, tick, tock．I’m sitting here, watching the movements of my existence pass slowly away．My house has been 　　1　　 for such a long time, and I’m lonely and forgotten．Sitting here, by myself, all that I can do is 　　2　　 and think about my past．I could tell you stories that only walls would know．But walls can’t speak．

　　For a time, I was left alone, while people came and 　　3　　 the house…．Then, one day a nice couple moved in with a young son．From the beginning, their son Danny liked to stay with me, and I was completely 　　4　　 with him．He always looked as if he loved the stories I told, most of which began with．“Back in my day…” and “When I was 　　5　　．…”I sometimes had the kind of idea that he didn’t really understand what I was saying, but it felt good to be 　　6　　．When Danny went off to college, my heart broke．Soon afterward, 　　7　　 sold the house．…

　　New owners came and 　　8　　．Then, one day it so happened that I was in when a new family was moving into the house．You can’t even imagine my 　　9　　 when, unexpectedly, Danny walked through the front door．He had a 　　10　　 and kids now．I was so overjoyed when I saw him that I put all my energy into my daily activities…I spent the next twenty years watching his kids grow up, with a mixture of pride and 　　11　　 about what would happen next．

　　The kids finally became 　　12　　 and Danny sold the house．That was about five years ago…．Some of the local kids have started the rumor that the house is haunted(闹鬼的)－and, in 　　13　　 way, it is．It is haunted by memories of all the people who have lived in it．Every second has 　　14　　 me so much．I have been counting them down and they are almost up for me…I hope that someday somebody will 　　15　　 me, and drop in on me again．Maybe then I’ll get a new home and an opportunity for a whole new set of memories．

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　　I ran into a stranger as he passed by．“I’m so sorry!” was my reply．Then he said, “Excuse me too…I wasn’t even watching for you．” We were very 　　1　　, this stranger and I．Then we went on our way after 　　2　　 goodbye．

　　But at 　　3　　, a different story is told．How we treat our loved ones, young and old．Later in the kitchen, as I 　　4　　 the meal, my daughter walked up to me, very still．When I turned, I nearly knocked her down．“Get out of the way!” I 　　5　　 with a frown(皱眉)．She stepped away silently, with her little heart 　　6　　．I didn’t realize how rude I had been．

　　That night, when I lay 　　7　　 in bed, God’s quiet voice spoke to me and said, “While 　　8　　 with a stranger, you are calm and polite, but with those you love, you are QUICK to excite…Go and look around on the 　　9　　 floor, you’ll find some flowers there by the door．Those are the flowers she brought for you．She picked 　　10　　 up－pink, yellow, and your favorite blue．She stood there quietly and you never saw the tears in her 　　11　　”．

　　By this time, I felt sad and my own tears began to fall．I quietly went and knelt(跪)by her 　　12　　．“Wake up, my sweetheart,” I said．“Are these the flowers you 　　13　　 for me?” She smiled, “I found them out by the tree, I wrapped them in a napkin(纸巾), just for you．I knew you’d like them, especially the 　　14　　．” I said, “I am so sorry that I missed them today…And I 　　15　　 have shouted at you that way…”

　　　　16　　, she said in a soft voice, “Mommy, that’s OK…I still love you anyway．” I hugged her and said, “I love you, too and I LOVE the flowers．”

　　Do you know that：if you die tomorrow, the 　　17　　 you are working for could easily replace you in a matter of days．But the family you leave 　　18　　 will feel the loss for the rest of their lives．And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into our 　　19　　 than into our families－an unwise investment(投资)indeed．

　　Remember that 　　20　　＝(F)ATHER＋(A)ND＋(M)OTHER＋(I)＋(L)OVE＋(Y)OU．

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　　The old man went slowly into the restaurant．A young waitress named Mary 　　1　　 him go toward a table by the window．

　　Mary ran 　　2　　 to him, and said, “Here, Sir．Let me give you a 　　3　　 with that chair．”

　　She pulled the chair away from the table．Steadying(使平稳)him with one arm, she helped him move 　　4　　 the chair, and get 　　5　　 seated．Then she leaned his 　　6　　 against the table where he could reach it．In a 　　7　　, clear voice he said, “Thank you, Miss．And bless you for your kind 　　8　　．” “You’re welcome, Sir．” She replied．“And my name is Mary．I’ll be back in a moment, and if you need 　　9　　, just wave at me!”

　　　　10　　 he had finished a hearty(丰盛的)meal of pancakes, bacon, and hot lemon tea, Mary 　　11　　 him the change．She helped him up from his chair, and out from behind the table．She handed 　　12　　 his walking stick, and 　　13　　 with him to the front door．

　　Holding the door 　　14　　 for him, she said, “Come back and see us, Sir!” He turned with his whole body, smiled, and nodded．“You are very kind．” he said softly．　　15　　 Mary went to clean his table, she was very 　　16　　．Under his plate she found a business card and a note．Under the note was a one-hundred-dollar bill．

　　The note 　　17　　：“Dear Mary, I respect you very much, and you 　　18　　 yourself too．It shows by the 　　19　　 you treat others．You have found the secret of happiness．Your kind gestures will shine through 　　20　　 meets you．”

　　The man she had waited on was the owner of the restaurant where she worked．This was the first time that she, or any of his employees had ever seen him in person．

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　　It was 2∶00 am when the three friends got to the house in the car．Alton rang the doorbell and knocked until a 　　1　　 appeared within．An angry voice 　　2　　 them through the door, “What on earth do you 　　3　　? Do you realize what time it is?”

　　Blake asked directly, “Is your name Lloyd Simpson?”

　　“Yes, so what?”

　　“We have a friend who needs your 　　4　　,” Sonny spoke plainly．

　　“Mr．Simpson,” Blake tried to 　　5　　．“We have a friend who 　　6　　 with us in World War II．He saved our lives．Now he’s lying in the hospital near death, because they don’t have the blood to 　　7　　 his rare type．It is the same as yours, Mr．Simpson,” Blake 　　8　　．“You’re the only one who can help him．If you don’t 　　9　　 with us, Sam Shepherd won’t live through the night．”

　　Suddenly the 　　10　　 opened and Lloyd Simpson appeared．“Would 　　11　　 be the same Sam Shepherd who piloted the Wind Walker?” he asked．

　　Three 　　12　　 friends shouted together, “YES!”

　　Lloyd Simpson disappeared．In a minute he 　　13　　, wearing a robe and moving at full speed．“　　14　　 are we waiting for? Let’s get going．We have a hero to 　　15　　．”

　　On the way to the hospital, Lloyd Simpson said he had never 　　16　　 Scam because once, when he had been seriously injured, Sam had come to the 　　17　　．It was Sam’s blood that sustained(维持)Lloyd’s life．He could hardly 　　18　　 that after all these years he would have the chance to return the 　　19　　．

　　It was nearly 4∶00 o’clock in the morning when they reached the hospital．Sam was 　　20　　 fast when the doctors rushed Lloyd in for the transfusion．(输血)．