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　　It was three in the afternoon and I was putting my baby to sleep when the phone rang．It was a little girl asking for the Goldstein family．“　　1　　,” I said, “you've got the wrong number．”　　2　　 the phone didn't stop ringing．Each time it was the voice of a little girl．She was 　　3　　 one call after another, each time asking for the Goldstein family．My baby wouldn't stop crying．I started to lose my 　　4　　．I left the phone 　　5　　 the hook for about an hour, certain that this would 　　6　　 her．But as soon as I put the phone back on the hook, she 　　7　　!I started to cry．After about the tenth call I told her that if she called one more time I would call the 　　8　　．At 6∶30 pm, the phone rang for about the 25th time．I picked it up, but remained 　　9　　．I could hear the same voice of a girl．What kind of 　　10　　 would allow her to do this all the afternoon! I 　　11　　 to speak to her mother．To my 　　12　　, she called her mother to the phone．I told the mother what her little girl had been doing to me all the 　　13　　．The mother assured me that this was the 　　14　　 phone call her daughter had made that day．“My daughter's teacher gave all the girls in the class the phone number of their new teaching 　　15　　．The entire class of 30 girls was told to call the new assistant to find what time their class would be．The teacher must have given them the wrong number 　　16　　!”

　　Until about 9∶00 pm, the phone 　　17　　 rang from time to time．Each time, it was a little girl wanting to know what time the class was! Some girls, even after hearing they had the wrong 　　18　　, would anyway ask if I knew the time! I would just 　　19　　．It had turned into a joke now! I would 　　20　　 have thought that an entire class of girls, all with the same voice, was calling me!

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　　That cold January night, I was growing sick of my life in San Francisco．There I was, walking home at one in the morning after a tiring practice at the theatre．With the first performance only a week 　　1　　, I was still learning my lines．I was having 　　2　　 dealing with my part-time job at the bank and my acting at night at the same time．As I walked, I thought seriously about 　　3　　 up both acting and San Francisco．City life had become too much for me．

　　As I walked down 　　4　　 streets under tall buildings, I felt very small and cold．I began running, both to keep 　　5　　 and to keep away from any possible 　　6　　．Very few people were still out except a few sad-looking homeless people under blankets．

　　About a block from my apartment, I heard a sound behind me．I 　　7　　 quickly, half 　　8　　 to see someone with a knife or a gun．The street was empty．All I saw was a shining streetlight．Still, the noise had made me 　　9　　, so I started to run faster．Not until I reached my apartment building and unlocked the door did I realize 　　10　　 the noise had been．It had been my 　　11　　 falling to the sidewalk．

　　Suddenly I wasn't cold or tired anymore．I ran out of the door and back to 　　12　　 I'd heard the noise．Although I 　　13　　 the sidewalk anxiously for fifteen minutes, my wallet was 　　14　　 to be found．

　　I was about to give up the search when I heard the garbage truck pull up to the sidewalk next to me．When a voice called from the 　　15　　, "Alisa Camacho?" I thought I was 　　16　　．How could this man know my name? The door opened, and out jumped a small red-haired man with an amused look in his eyes．"Is this what you're looking for?" he asked, 　　17　　 up a small square shape．

　　It was nearly 3 a. m. by the time I got into bed．I wouldn't get much 　　18　　 that night, but I had gotten my wallet back．I also had gotten back some 　　19　　 of city life．I realized that the city couldn't be a bad place as long as people were 　　20　　 to help each other．

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A Love Note To My Mom

　　When I was a little girl, would often accompany you as you modeled for fashion photographers．It was years later that finally understood what role modeling 　　1　　 in your life．Little did I known you were 　　2　　 every penny you earned to go to 　　3　　 school．

　　I cannot thank you enough for 　　4　　 you told me one autumn afternoon when I was nine．After finishing my homework．I wanted into the dining where you were buried 　　5　　 piles of law books．I was 　　6　　．Why were you doing what I do－memorizing textbooks and studying for 　　7　　?When you said you were in law school, I was more puzzled．I didn’t known．Moms 　　8　　 be lawyers too．You smiled and said, “In life, you can do anything you want to do．”

　　As young as I was ,that statement kept 　　9　　 in my ears．I watched as you faced the 　　10　　 of completing your studies, staring companies with Dad, while still being a 　　11　　 and a Mom if five kids．I was exhausted just watching you 　　12　　．With your words of wisdom in my 　　13　　 mind, I suddenly felt unlimited freedom to dream．My whole world 　　4　　．I set out to live my life filled with 　　15　　, seeing endless possibilities for personal and professional achievements．

　　Your words became my motto．I 　　16　　 found myself in the unique position of being either the first(woman doctor in Maryland Rotary)　　17　　 one of the few women(chief medical reporters)in my field．I gained strength every time I said, “Yes, I’ll try that．”

　　Encouraged by your 　　18　　, I have forged ahead(毅然前行)with my life’s journey, less afraid to make mistakes, and 　　19　　 meeting each challenge．You did it, and now I’m 　　20　　 it．Sorry, got to run．So much to do, so many dreams to live．

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　　In our discussion with people on how education can help them succeed in life, a woman remembered the first meeting of an introductory 　　1　　 course about 20 years ago．

　　The professor 　　2　　 the lecture hall, placed upon his desk a large jar filled with dried beans(豆), and invited the students to 　　3　　 how many beans the jar contained．After 　　4　　 shouts of wildly wrong guesses the professor smiled a thin, dry smile, announced the 　　5　　 answer, and went on saying, ”You have just 　　6　　 an important lesson about science．That is：Never 　　7　　 your own senses．”

　　Twenty years later, the 　　8　　 could guess what the professor had in mind．He 　　9　　 himself, perhaps, as inviting his students to start an exciting 　　10　　 into an unknown world Invisible(无形的)to the 　　11　　,which can be discovered only through scientific 　　12　　．But the seventeen-year-old girl could not accept or even 　　13　　 the invitation．She was just 　　14　　 to understand the world．And she 　　15　　 that her firsthand experience could be the 　　16　　．The professor, however, said that it was 　　17　　．he was taking away her only 　　18　　 for knowing and was providing her with no substitute．“I remember feeling small and 　　19　　,”the women says, “and I did the only thing I could do．I 　　20　　 the course that afternoon, and I haven’t gone near science since．”

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　　I saw the old man, with his untidy clothes and messy hair, as he dashed between the rows of the department store．He was trying to be ordinary but he was hard not to 　　1　　．

　　He 　　2　　 the saleswoman and with a slight 　　3　　, possibly German, asked where the women’s shoes were sold．“Fourth floor．” She responded in a voice I could hear 10 miles away．“Pardon? Where did you say they were?” he asked again, apparently 　　4　　．Clearly the old man was somewhat 　　5　　 “Fourth floor, sir,” the friendly saleswoman replied patiently, this time so 　　6　　 that customers turned to see what was causing the 　　7　　．

　　I continued watching as the man thanked the saleswoman and 　　8　　 for what I assumed was the fourth floor．But rather than walk to the 　　9　　 or the lift, he dashed behind a shelf, took out a notebook and started writing hurriedly, with an almost mad 　　10　　 on his face．Then he went straight up to another saleswoman and asked where the women’s shoes were sold．Again he asked her to 　　11　　 the answer and once more he walked away and took down some notes．

　　He did this three more times before a department store 　　12　　, thinking him mad, removed him from the store．But rather than be 　　13　　, the old man departed with a huge smile on his face．Although the incident was 　　14　　, it was not until a year later, during my first year of university, that I gave it any further 　　15　　．I walked into my language classroom and met my professor．It was that very same man．

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　　We may look at the world around us, but somehow we manage not to see it until what we’ve become used to suddenly disappear．　　1　　, for example, the neatly-dressed woman I 　　2　　 to see－or look at－on my way to work each morning．

　　For three years, no matter 　　3　　 the weather was like, she was always waiting at the bus stop around 8∶00 am．On 　　4　　 days, she wore heavy clothes and a pair of woolen gloves．Summer time she brought out neat, belted cotton dresses and a hat pulled low over her sunglasses．　　5　　, she was an ordinary working woman．Of course, I 　　6　　 all this only after she was seen no more．It was then that I realized how much I expected to see her each morning．You might say I 　　7　　 her．

　　“Did she have an accident? Or even something 　　8　　?” I thought to myself about her 　　9　　．Now that she was gone, I felt I had known her．I began to realize that part of our 　　10　　 life probably includes such chance meetings with familiar 　　11　　：the milkman you see at dawn, the woman who 　　12　　 walks her dog along the street every morning, the twin brothers you see at the library．Such people are 　　13　　 markers in our lives．They add weight to our sense of place and belonging．

　　Think about it．If, while walking to work, we mark where we are by 　　14　　 a certain building, why should we not mark where we are when we pass a familiar, though 　　15　　, person?

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　　The town I live in is about to put cameras at all traffic lights to catch people who run red lights．It 　　1　　 me of how many people I’ve seen who take the yellow light as a 　　2　　 to go faster．I also can’t understand why people don’t move when the traffic light has turned green．Above all, there are those 　　3　　 situations in which someone doesn’t even 　　4　　 that the light turns red, and just keeps going．That is why so many 　　5　　 happen! All these situations make me 　　6　　 the purpose of traffic lights．

　　　　7　　, it’s even more frightening to imagine letting people make their own decisions at 　　8　　 crossroads．Do the biggest cars get to go first? Who decides who goes next? So I guess I do like the idea of a system to 　　9　　 traffic．And I’ll do my best to 　　10　　 the traffic rules：to go, to be cautious, and to stop when I’m 　　11　　 to．

　　It occurs to me that my 　　12　　 have done much the same for me 　　13　　 teaching me how to live．They have given me many 　　14　　 lights：to get along well with others, to listen and talk to them, to help others, and to 　　15　　 with joy and purpose．They have also given me some red lights 　　16　　 my life goes astray(误入歧途)：not to be greedy, to keep my temper, and to control my desires．And there 　　17　　 have been some yellow caution lights：to watch how much I drink, to keep control of my behavior, and to 　　18　　 school regularly and work hard．

　　If I obey these rules, my life will be as 　　19　　 as it can be．Just as I’m wise to pay attention to the traffic lights when I’m walking across the street, I’m wise to pay attention to the“ 　　20　　 signals” given to me by my parents．

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　　For a few years, I have been wearing a ring on my right hand．It’s not always the 　　1　　 ring, but it’s always a ring that has 　　2　　 on it so that when I look at it, I’m 　　3　　 or reminded of something important．I have made a 　　4　　 of buying rings like this whenever I see one in a store．Sometimes I give them away as 　　5　　 to someone like Jennie．

　　I first met Jennie in the 　　6　　 waiting room and we had talked several times．One night I sat down beside her and 　　7　　 how her son was doing because I knew that he was in very 　　8　　 condition．She told me that she didn’t know what to do any more because it seemed none of the 　　9　　 from the doctors was good．They weren’t at all sure her son was going to 　　10　　 the accident that had hurt him so badly．With 　　11　　 in her eyes she said, “They’re 　　12　　 my hope．”

　　I knew then that it was 　　13　　 just a coincidence that I was wearing the ring that I had on that day．As she 　　14　　 to talk, I 　　15　　 slipped the ring off my finger and placed it in Jennie’s hand．I told her to wear it to remember that God loved her and He would be with her 　　16　　 all of this．　　17　　 Jennie looked down at the ring, she got excited and then held it tightly, 　　18　　 the word written on the ring was “HOPE”．

　　The last day I was at the hospital, I saw Jennie in the distance as I got on the lift．She 　　19　　 and held up the hand with the ring on it as she called out to me saying, “Look, I 　　20　　 have Hope!”

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　　On the day before the bass(鲈鱼)season opened, he and his father were fishing early in the evening．

　　When his pole 　　1　　 he knew something huge was on the other end．His father watched with 　　2　　 as the boy skillfully worked the fish alongside the dock．　　3　　, he very cautiously lifted the 　　4　　 fish from the water．It was the largest one he had ever seen, 　　5　　 it was a bass．

　　The boy and his father looked at the handsome fish, gills(鱼鳃)playing back and forth in the moonlight．The father 　　6　　 a match and looked at his watch．It was 10 P. M.－two hours 　　7　　 the season opened．He looked at the fish, then at the boy．

　　"You'll have to put it back, son," he said．

　　"Dad!" 　　8　　 the boy．

　　"There will be other fish," said his father．

　　"Not as big as this one," cried the boy again．

　　He looked around the lake．No other fishermen or boats were anywhere 　　9　　 in the moonlight．　　10　　 no one had seen them, nor could anyone ever know what time he caught the fish, the boy could 　　11　　 from his father's voice that the decision was not changed．He slowly 　　12　　 the hook out of the lip of the huge bass and lowered it into the 　　13　　 water．The boy suspected that he would never again see such a great fish．

　　That was 34 years ago．Today, the boy is a successful architect in New York City．And he was 　　14　　．He has never again caught such a magnificent fish as the one he caught that night long ago．But he does see that same fish-again and again-every time he 　　15　　 a question of ethics(道德)．

　　For, as his father taught him, ethics are simple 　　16　　 of right and wrong．It is only the 　　17　　 of ethics that is difficult．Do we do 　　18　　 when no one is looking? We would if we were taught to put the fish back when we were young．For we would have learned the truth．The decision to do right lives fresh and fragrant in our 　　19　　．It is a 　　20　　 we will proudly tell our friends and grandchildren．

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　　Everybody thinks his or her problem is big and serious in this world．

　　There was once an angel who took on a 　　1　　 to deal with problems of the human kind．It was a very 　　2　　 angel and it invited all the people who were 　　3　　 a lot about their problems and gave them a piece of paper．The angel asked the people to write their 　　4　　 down on paper but not to write down their names．

　　They 　　5　　 their problems in detail and 　　6　　 the paper in half．Then they were 　　7　　 to put their paper into a box 　　8　　 before the angel．

　　“Now,” the angel said, “Those who want to 　　9　　 their problems, please come forward．Pick a piece of paper and your problems will be exchanged 　　10　　 the one on the paper you have 　　11　　．”

　　There were all sorts of people gathered there：the poor, the rich, the 　　12　　, the silly－every kind of person you can 　　13　　．They all started picking and 　　14　　 the other person’s problem．To everyone’s 　　15　　, their reactions were the same．

　　“Let me 　　16　　 with my own problem．I can manage it．Oh, God, I didn’t know this type of problem was also here in the world,” they cried．They all knew the 　　17　　 of the problem faced by others．

　　The 　　18　　 is simple．Just don’t worry about problems．Problems are like wounds．They have their time and then they 　　19　　．The more we think about them, the longer they remain．So leave your worries behind 　　20　　 you’ll live happily forever．