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　　He drove after drinking alcohol, having a severe accident and had to get his arms removed．Since then, he has had to 　　1　　 on his younger brother, who became his shadow, never leaving him alone for years．Except for writing with his toes, he was totally unable to do 　　2　　 else．As the two brothers grew up together, they had their own problems and would often 　　3　　．Finally, his younger brother went away and lived 　　4　　, leaving him heartbroken and at a loss what to do．

　　　　5　　, a misfortune befell(降临)a girl．One night she was preparing dinner when the kerosene light on the stove was overturned, 　　6　　 in a fire which took her hands away．Having decidedly 　　7　　 her sister’s willingness to help her, she determined to be thoroughly 　　8　　．At school, she always studied hard．Most of all she learned to be self-reliant．“I am lucky．Though my 　　9　　 are broken, my heart can still fly．” she wrote in her blog．

　　One day, the young man and the girl were both invited to a(n)　　10　　 programme．The boy told the television hostess about his 　　11　　 future, whereas the girl was full of 　　12　　 for her life．They were both asked to write something on a piece of paper with their 　　13　　．The boy：My younger brother’s arms are my arms．The girl：Broken wings, flying heart．

　　They had both gone through the same ordeal(痛苦经历), but their different 　　14　　 determined the nature of their lives．As seems the case, 　　15　　 disasters can strike our life at any time．How you handle the 　　16　　 when faced with it is the true 　　17　　 of your character．If you choose to 　　18　　 or escape from the ordeal, it will follow you wherever you go．But if you decide to be strong, the 　　19　　 will turn out to be a fortune on which new 　　20　　 will arise．

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　　The changing point in my life came when I was in London．I had to 　　1　　 the weekend in the city centre for an exam．It was a(n)　　2　　 apartment and I only had enough money for it

　　One day walking to my living area, I was 　　3　　 by a young woman．She promised she wasn抰 a beggar and 　　4　　 she just had no food for her baby．

　　I just 　　5　　 her as a beggar．In my pocket I had one pound eighty pence in change and a twenty-pound note．This was 　　6　　 I had for the rest of the weekend．I gave her the change and 　　7　　 on．Then I heard her saying something and I turned 　　8　　．“Sorry, but this isn抰 going to buy much baby food, is it?”

　　For a second her words really made me 　　9　　．after all, her baby wasn抰 my 　　10　　．Part of my mind screamed that she was just trying to take me for a 　　11　　．

　　But what if she wasn抰?

　　There and then I had to 　　12　　 what kind of person I was going to be．Would I keep myself from being taken advantage of 朼nd 　　13　　 miss the chance of helping a person in 　　14　　? Or would I 　　15　　 people to take advantage of me nine times out of ten to make sure I 　　16　　 the tenth time?

　　I 　　17　　 that if lived with a(n)　　18　　 heart the people who took advantage of me would not be winning over me．They would be losing because of the life they 　　19　　 to live．

　　“Please tell the 　　20　　,” I said to the woman and gave her the twenty pounds．

　　I抳e been living by that decision twenty years now-and never regretted it once．

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　　I’ve always had strong opinions of how love should be expressed, but others had their own ways of showing care．

　　What I 　　1　　 most about visiting my boyfriend’s parents is the loud tick of the clock in the dining room as we 　　2　　 ate our meal．With so little conversation I was quick to 　　3　　 his family as cold．When we got into the 　　4　　 to go home, his father suddenly appeared．　　5　　, he began to wash his son’s windscreen．I could feel he was a caring man through the glass．

　　I learned another lesson about love a few years later．My father often 　　6　　 me early in the morning．“Buy Xerox．It’s a good sharp price,” he might say when I answered the phone．No pleasant 　　7　　 or inquiry about my life, just financial instructions．This manner of his 　　8　　 me and we often quarreled．But one day, I thought about my father’s success in business and realized that his concern for my financial security lay behind his 　　9　　 morning calls．The next time he called and told me to buy a stock, I 　　10　　 him．

　　When my social style has conflicted with that of my friends, I’ve often felt 　　11　　．For example, I always return phone calls 　　12　　 and regularly contact with my friends．I expect the same from them．I had one friend who rarely called, answering my messages with short e-mails．I rushed to the 　　13　　：She wasn’t a good friend! My anger 　　14　　 as the holidays approached．But then she came to a gathering I 　　15　　 and handed me a beautiful dress I had fallen in love with when we did some window-shopping the previous month．I was 　　16　　 at her thoughtfulness, and regretful for how I’d considered her to be 　　17　　．Clearly I needed to change my expectations of friends．

　　Far too often, I ignored their 　　18　　 expressions, eagerly expecting them to do things in my 　　19　　．Over the years, however, I’ve learned to 　　20　　 other persons, love signs．

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　　Early in the morning, I was taken in a nylon bag into a truck．I felt terrible as well as 　　1　　．What would she do with me? She was almost mad after the 　　2　　 of her husband．

　　A few minutes later, I heard the truck 　　3　　 its engine and move fast．I kept making sounds to show my complaints, but failed to make any 　　4　　．Finally she put me down in a 　　5　　 place．Maybe she didn’t want me to die from lack of air; she untied the bag．I 　　6　　 out and looked up, only to see many strange faces and fingers pointing at me．It turned out that my owner meant to 　　7　　 me away．I saw my owner on the truck, which was going farther and farther away．So I turned my head 　　8　　 the direction of the truck．The days we spent together were like a movie playing in front of my eyes as I ran after the truck．I saw my male owner, who suffered liver cancer, looked at me with his sad eyes．I saw myself 　　9　　 my owner everywhere; I saw him lie in his dying bed, she all 　　10　　．

　　I ran as fast as I could．And the 　　11　　 I saw her wave to me, my eyes became wet．I wouldn’t blame(责备)her for treating me like this for she was such a(n)　　12　　 lady．She seemed even somewhat 　　13　　 at his leaving her alone, trying many ways to 　　14　　 the pains of losing him．She 　　15　　 his pictures and clothes．She redecorated the whole house．Now I was the only 　　16　　 thing to remind her of him．　　17　　 later, I am pretty sure that she would realize how mad she was to do this…

　　The truck finally stopped when I was almost 　　18　　．She ran up to me and hugged me 　　19　　．I heard her 　　20　　, “I know you are a present he left to me．”

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　　It was her giggling that drew my attention．Note taking really wasn't all that funny．

　　Walking over to the offender, I asked for the 　　1　　．Frozen, she refused to give it to me．I waited, all attention in the classroom on the quiet 　　2　　 between teacher and student．When she finally 　　3　　 it over she whispered, “Okay, but I didn't draw it”．

　　It was a hand-drawn 　　4　　 of me, teeth blackened and the words “I'm stupid” coming out of my mouth．I managed to fold it up calmly．My mind, 　　5　　, was working angrily as I struggled not to 　　6　　．

　　I figured I knew the two most likely candidates for drawing the picture．It would do them some 　　7　　 to teach them a lesson, and maybe it was high time that I did it!

　　Thankfully, I was able to keep myself 　　8　　．

　　When there were about six minutes remaining, I showed the class the picture．They were all silent as I told them how 　　9　　 this was for me．I told them there must be a reason 　　10　　 and now was their chance to write down anything they needed to tell me．Then I let them write silently while I sniffed in the back of the classroom．

　　As I 　　11　　 the notes later, many of them said something like, “I've got nothing against you,” or “I'm sorry you were hurt．” Some kids said, “We're 　　12　　 of you．” But two notes, from the girls who I 　　13　　 were behind the picture, had a list of issues．I was too 　　14　　, too strict…

　　Reading those notes, I realized that over the course of this year, instead of 　　15　　 my students, I had begun commanding them to 　　16　　．Where I thought I was driving them to success I was 　　17　　 driving them away．

　　I had some apologizing to do．But the next day in the classroom, one boy and one girl each handed me a card．The one 　　18　　 by all the boys expressed sincere regret for the ugly joke．The one from the girls asked for 　　19　　．

　　This was a lesson for both the kids and me．Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the 　　20　　．

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　　One day, when I was in high school, I saw a kid named Kyle from my class walking home from school with all his books, I thought to myself, “　　1　　 would anyone bring home all his books for the weekend? He must really be 　　2　　．”As I was walking, I saw several kids running toward him．They ran at him, 　　3　　 all his books out of his arms and he fell down in the dirt, His glasses went 　　4　　 and landed in the grass．

　　My 　　5　　 went out to him．So, I ran over to him．　　6　　 I handed him his glasses, he looked at me and said, “Hey, thanks!” I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived．As it 　　7　　, he lived near me．We talked all the way home．Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends．

　　Kyle was the 　　8　　 student of our class, one of those guys that really found themselves during high school．Therefore he had the 　　9　　 to prepare a 　　10　　 speech．On the graduation day, I could see that he was 　　11　　．So, I patted him on the back and said, “Hey, big guy, you’ll be 　　12　　!” He looked at me and smiled．

　　He cleared his throat, and began．“Graduation is a time to 　　13　　 those who helped you make it through those 　　14　　 years．Your parents, your teachers…but mostly your friends, I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best 　　15　　 you can give him．”

　　I just looked at my friend with 　　16　　 as he told the story of the first day we met．He had planned to 　　17　　 himself over the weekend and was carrying his books home．“Thankfully, nothing happened．My friend 　　18　　 me from doing the unspeakable．”

　　Not until that moment did I realize that you should never underestimate(低估)the 　　19　　 of your actions．With one small gesture you can 　　20　　 a person’s life．For better or for worse．

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　　In the doorway of my home, I looked closely at my 23-year-old son, Daniel．In a few hours he would be flying to France to 　　1　　 a different life．It was a transitional(过渡的)period in Daniel's life．I wanted to 　　2　　 him some words of significance．But nothing came from my lips, and this was not the 　　3　　 time I had let such moments pass．

　　When Daniel was five, I took him to the bus stop on his first day of kindergarten．He asked,“What is it going to be like, Dad? Can I do it?” Then he walked 　　4　　 the steps of the bus and disappeared inside．The bus drove away and I said nothing．A decade later, a similar 　　5　　 was played out．I drove him to college．As I started to leave, I tried to think of something to say to give him 　　6　　 and confidence as he started this new stage of life．Again, words 　　7　　 me．

　　Now, as I stood before him, I thought of those 　　8　　 opportunities．How many times have I let such moments 　　9　　? I don't find a quiet moment to tell him what he has 　　10　　 to me or what he might 　　11　　 to face in the years that followed．Maybe I thought it was not necessary to say anything．

　　What does it matter in the course of a lifetime if a father never tells a son what he really thinks of him? 　　12　　 as I stood before Daniel, I knew that it did matter．My father and I loved each other．Yet I always 　　13　　 never hearing him put his 　　14　　 into words．Now I could feel my palms sweat and my throat tighten．Why is it so 　　15　　 to tell a son something from the heart?

　　My mouth turned 　　16　　, and I knew I would be able to get out only a few words clearly．“Daniel,” I said, “if I could have picked one, I would have picked you．” That's all I could say．He hugged me．For a moment, the world 　　17　　, and there were just Daniel and me．He was saying something, but tears misted my eyes, and I couldn't understand what he was saying．All I was 　　18　　 of was the stubble(胡子茬)on his chin as his face pressed against mine．What I had said to Daniel was 　　19　　．It was nothing．And yet, it was 　　20　　．

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　　I believe being honest is one of the greatest gifts．I know they call it a lot of fancy names these days, like 　　1　　 and straightforward．And it’s still what 　　2　　 a man a good citizen．This is my code(准则),and I try to live by．

　　I’ve been in the taxi business for thirty-five years, 　　3　　 there is a lot about it that is not so good．Taxi drivers have to be rough and tumble(乱作一团)fellows to be able to take it in New York．You've got to be 　　4　　 to fight the New York traffic eight hours a day．

　　Because taxi drivers are tough, people get the 　　5　　 impression that they are bad．Taxi drivers are just like other people．Most of them will act as 　　6　　 fellows．Almost every week you read in the papers where a taxi driver 　　7　　 money or jewels or like that people leave in their 　　8　　．If they weren't honest, you wouldn't be reading those stories in the papers．One time, I found an emerald(翡翠的)ring in my car．I remembered helping a lady with a lot of suitcases that day, so I went back to where I had 　　9　　 her off．It took me almost two days to wait for her in order to return her 　　10　　 to her．I didn't get as much as “thank you．” 　　11　　, I felt good because I had done what was right．I think I felt better than she 　　12　　．

　　I was born and brought up in Ireland until I was nineteen years old．I came to this country in 1913 where I 　　13　　 several jobs to earn a few dollars before joining the army in World War I．After being discharged(退伍), I bought my own car and have owned one ever since．It hasn’t been too easy 　　14　　, but my wife takes care of our money and we have a good bit 　　15　　 for a rainy day(一时之需)．In all my years of driving a taxi, I have never had 　　16　　 with the public, not even with drunks．Even if they get a little headstrong(顽固的)once in a while, I just agree with them and then they behave themselves．

　　People ask me about tips．As far as I know, 　　17　　 everyone will give you something, because most Americans are 　　18　　 generous．I always try to be nice to everyone, whether they 　　19　　 or not．I believe in God and try to be a good member of my parish(教区)．I try to act toward others like I think God wants me to act．I have been trying this for a long time, and the 　　20　　 I try，the easier it gets．

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　　I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico．I used to give a lot of money to the homeless, feeling 　　1　　 for them．But as time passed, I became a mom with no home, a huge 　　2 　　, and hardly any income．As a result, I 　　3　　 giving money to the people on the side of the road and became very 　　4　　．

　　Things started to change for me 　　5　　．I had a home, a backyard for my daughter, and plenty of food, and I started to 　　6　　 myself out of debt．One day we saw a homeless person with the 　　7　　, “Will work for food．” I 　　8　　．My daughter commented．“Mommy, you used to always give money to those people in 　　9　　．” I replied, “Honey, they just use that money for 　　10　　, or other bad things．” She didn't respond．　　11　　 when I said that, I didn't feel right．

　　Three days later, I was driving to 　　12　　 my daughter from school．A man was standing on the corner, and something deep 　　13　　 me said, “Just help the guy．” So I 　　14　　 down my window, and he ran over excitedly．He said, “God bless you, I only need 77 cents．”I 　　15　　 into my ashtray(烟灰缸)and strangely enough, there 　　16　　 three quarters and two pennies．

　　I picked them up and gave them to him．He 　　17　　 with joy and tears in his eyes．“Wow, you just made it 　　18　　 for me to see my mom for Christmas! Thank you so much; the 　　19　　 that had this great sale is leaving in 20 minutes!” It was a moment I'll 　　20　　 forever．I think that man won't forget it either, but I was the one who got the best gift in life－GIVING．

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　　“Today is the day I start the big diet,” I told my wife as I raised my hand and 　　1　　，“No chocolate today!”

　　“Oh, has the hospital gift shop 　　2　　 selling it?” she asked．

　　“No,” I said．“I'll just have to 　　3　　 my strong determination．”

　　But when I arrived at the hospital, my little friend Benton had been there 　　4　　．I knew my promise would 　　5　　 disappear．Because if Benton had things his way, I'd always be eating a piece of candy from the 　　6　　 bag he often shared with me．

　　Benton was an eight-year-old boy who was 　　7　　 because of a kind of cancer, which caused him to live in the darkness, when he was fifteen 　　8　　 old．For the next twenty-six months, he was in and out of our hospital．For nearly four years, it seemed 　　9　　 Benton could beat the disease, until one Friday afternoon in April 2009, when he 　　10　　 a headache and lost 　　11　　 on his right side．His mom 　　12　　 him to the hospital．

　　Over the next several months, Benton came to our 　　13　　 many more times．Each time he came, we 　　14　　 say hello, while Benton answered the 　　15　　　by holding out a candy from his bag．

　　So, on that first day of my diet, I went to his room and found Benton lying in his bed, his eyes 　　16　　　but not looking into this world．

　　“We brought his candy bag with us．Would you like to have some?” his mother asked．

　　Without thinking of my diet, I 　　17　　　into the bag and pulled out the first piece my fingers touched．It was my favorite as if Benton had saved one last piece 　　18　　　me．At home that evening, I answered a phone about Benton's 　　19　　．As I 　　20　　　it up, I opened the candy and ate it．