Body language is the quiet, secret and most powerful language of all! It speaks   (1)   than words. According to specialists, our bodies send out more  (2)  than we realize. In fact, non-verbal communication(非言语交际) takes up about 50% of what we really  (3)  . And body language is particularly   (4)  when we attempt to communicate across cultures(文化). Indeed, what is called body language is so   (5)  a part of us that it’s actually often unnoticed. And misunderstandings occur as a result of it.   (6)  , different societies treat the  (7)   between people differently. Northern Europeans usually do not like having  (8)   contact(接触) even with friends,and certainly not with  (9)  . People from Latin American countries,   (10)  , touch each other quite a lot. Therefore, it’s possible that in   (11)  , it may look like a Latino is   (12)   a Norwegian all over the room. The Latino, trying to express friendship, will keep moving   (13)  . The Norwegian, very probably seeing this as pushiness, will keep   (14)   —which the Latino will in return regard as   (15)  .

    Clearly, a great deal is going on when people   (16)  . And only a part of it is in the words themselves. And when parties are from   (17)   cultures, there’s a strong possibility of   (18)  . But whatever the situation, the best   (19)  is to obey the Golden Rule: treat others as you would like to be   (20)  .

 Body language is the quiet, secret and most powerful language of all! It speaks   (1)   than words. According to specialists, our bodies send out more  (2)  than we realize. In fact, non-verbal communication(非言语交际) takes up about 50% of what we really  (3)  . And body language is particularly   (4)  when we attempt to communicate across cultures(文化). Indeed, what is called body language is so   (5)  a part of us that it’s actually often unnoticed. And misunderstandings occur as a result of it.   (6)  , different societies treat the  (7)   between people differently. Northern Europeans usually do not like having  (8)   contact(接触) even with friends,and certainly not with  (9)  . People from Latin American countries,   (10)  , touch each other quite a lot. Therefore, it’s possible that in   (11)  , it may look like a Latino is   (12)   a Norwegian all over the room. The Latino, trying to express friendship, will keep moving   (13)  . The Norwegian, very probably seeing this as pushiness, will keep   (14)   —which the Latino will in return regard as   (15)  .

    Clearly, a great deal is going on when people   (16)  . And only a part of it is in the words themselves. And when parties are from   (17)   cultures, there’s a strong possibility of   (18)  . But whatever the situation, the best   (19)  is to obey the Golden Rule: treat others as you would like to be   (20)  .

With Christmas coming, my father agreed to purchase a plastic tree and ship it to us in several smaller boxes.

Two   (1)  before Christmas, we were in a panic. All the boxes had   (2)  except for one. The tree trunk was still   (3)  . We rushed out to buy a live tree, only to find   (4)  left at that late date. We made up our minds to wait another day.

In the meanwhile, in Bremerhaven, a young mail clerk  (5)  a long box under a counter. He picked it up and saw the customs tag (海关标签). He  (6)  someone in Mannheim would be without a tree for Christmas. He felt   (7)  them but there wasn’t much he could do, for there was no   (8)  on Christmas.

He put it on the proper shelf and   (9)  to the snack bar for a drink, where he discovered one of   (10)   was stationed in Mannheim and was driving back that afternoon. He   (11)  the package back and said to the man, “You could really  (12)  Santa for someone in Mannheim tonight if you'd like to.”

Back in Mannheim, we were desperately  (13)  to put our tree together but couldn’t come up with a workable (可行的)   (14)  . By dinner time, we gave up.

It looked as if we would spend Christmas without any tree when the door bell rang. There  (15)  a stranger holding a long box—our tree trunk! He  (16)  about the clerk and the snack bar meeting. We invited him in, but it was Christmas Eve and he was in  (17)  to get home. He left  (18)  before we had a chance to get his name. We never did  (19)  who they were, our Santa with the package, or the thoughtful mail clerk. The next day as we watched our children’s eyes light up at the sight of our beautiful tree, I   (20)  a little prayer, “Bless those two strangers who brightened our Christmas with their kindness. ”

Life was hard, and Cam was broke as he had lost his job as a DJ. He had no cash on him but a brand-new dollar bill with all the autographs (亲笔签名) of the Opry stars, which he      (1)   carefully and carried with him always.

One morning, he saw a young man   (2)   quietly in an old yellow Dodge in the parking lot. Cam waved to him and drove away. When he went back to the parking lot that night, he noticed the car again, parked in the   (3)   space. This car had not moved.

The next morning, as Cam walked near the car, the man  (4)  his window down,    (5)   himself and said he had been in his car for days with no money or food. Then, very   (6)  , the man asked if he might borrow a dollar for a snack to get him by until the next day. Cam explained his   (7)   that he didn't have a dollar to lend him. He walked to his car, wishing he could have  (8)   him.

Then Cam suddenly   (9)   his Grand Ole Opry dollar. He   (10)   with his conscience（良心） a minute or two, pulled his wallet out and   (11)   the bill. Then he walked back to the man and gave him his   (12)  dollar, “Somebody has   (13)   all over this,” the man said, but he didn't notice that the writing was dozens of   (14)  . He took the bill.

That very morning when Cam was back home trying not to   (15)  what he had done, things began to happen. The phone rang; a recording studio wanted him to do a commercial that paid $ 500, which   (16)   like a million. In the next few days more   (17)   came to him out of nowhere. Good things kept coming    (18)  .

Cam   (19)   saw the man in the old yellow Dodge again. But whether the guy was a

  (20)   or an angel doesn't matter.

 When Frankie Moran first saw his son Cole, he could not imagine ever ____  (1)  ____ his love of music with the boy, Cole had cognitive delay(认知延迟)and other health problems. And he was ____  (2)  ____ "When I knew his problems, my heart ____  (3)  ____," said Frankie.

    But Cole was not deaf, and quickly showed an interest in ____  (4)  ____. Frankie is a singer and songwriter. He said his son liked to be ____  (5)  ____ when he was making music at home. He said Cole would ____  (6)  ____ the instruments that he was playing.

   At around the age of one, Coie started playing notes(音符) of ____  (7)  ____ songs on a toy piano. "That is about the same time when we discovered he has a perfect ____  (8)  ____ of music. Because when he ____  (9)  ____ a note and hit the wrong note in a song like Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, he would ____  (10)  ____ and find that note.

   Cole Moran is now 12 year old and plays music every day. He enjoys ____  (11)  ____ his performances and listening back to the sound. Coke's choice of the instrument, ____  (12)  ____ he was four, has been the harmonica(口琴). Last year, the father and son won second place at a music competition ____  (13)  ____ the name Blind Wind in their hometown Berlin. ____  (14)  ____, they perform at a restaurant there.

   Cole released his first CD recently. His mother was ____  (15)  ____, saying, "It is wonderful that he has something he can do for the rest of his life and ____  (16)  ____ he will always enjoy."

   Cole ____  (17)  ____ Maryland School for the blind in Baktimore. There will be lots of ____  (18)  ____ for music when classes end during the summer break. ____  (19)  ____, Frankie Moran says he and Cole plan to hit the road. They want to do a series of Blind Wind ____  (20)  ____ around the country.

Yesterday Matt was sick. I   (1)   to Target to buy a few things, I had hoped to be in and out quickly.

I found a   (2)   with just one person ahead of me and   (3)    organizing my items(物品) on the cart. After placing my items, I   (4)   to see that the person ahead of me was an elderly woman. She was paying for her items with   (5)    and wanted to purchase each separately. Part of me was not    (6)    with this woman and the inconvenience she had placed on me.

But then I watched the young employee with this woman, who helped her count her Change, ever so   (7)   taking it from her shaking hands. When he asked if she had enough to   (8)   a reusable bag, she told him she did and went two lines over to get one for her and then repackaged her items. Never once did this employee get   (9)  . He was nothing but patient and   (10)  .

As I was watching them, I saw that Eloise was   (11)  . She was standing next to the woman,   (12)   the employee count the change. I realized I hadn’t been   (13)   at all. That my daughter was instead witnessing kindness and patience and being taught this valuable lesson by a complete   (14)  .  Besides, I realized that I also needed a   (15)   in this aspect.

When the woman was finished, the employee began   (16)   my items and thanked me for my patience.  (17)   I pushed my cart through the store trying to find the manager. After   (18)   her down and sharing the story with her, we   (19)   Target with a cart full of consumable items. But what is more, a heart full of gratefulness for such a(n)  (20)   lesson.

I turned 16 on Friday, but the Driver’s License Office in my small hometown was only open on Tuesday, so I had to wait through that extremely long     41    and an endless Monday before going in for my   42   .

I came to the Driver’s License Office half an hour earlier that Tuesday morning, 43    the office to   44    at eight. Finally, the door opened and a man in a brown uniform let me in.

“Let me guess. You want to   45    the driver’s test.” his voice was not enthusiastic.

“Yes!” I answered in   46   .

“Ok, fill this out, and if you pass we’ll go for a   47   .”

I grabbed the test and    48    to the desk where I filled it out in record time. A quick check showed that my paper was  49   .

“Let’s  50    the car.” He threw me a set of keys, and I slid behind the wheel. Everything was going    51    as we pulled out of the empty parking lot. I    52    a right hand turn, and we were on a deserted street. This was going to be    53   .

“Turn left and go up Young Blood Hill,” he ordered. My hometown is in the mountains, and Young Blood Hill was almost vertical（垂直的）. As I eased up the steep（陡峭的） hill and came to a    54    at the top, I heard the car’s engine    55   . My heart sank. I would have to start it again without rolling back down the hill. I swallowed hard and turned the   56   ; as I moved my foot from the    57   , the car began to roll. I suppose I could have rolled all the way back to the   58   of the hillexcept for one thing. There was something behind me which    59    my roll with a rough shake and crash of glass — a police car.

The policeman wrote me a(n)    60    as I looked over the damage, and the man from the Driver’s License Office slid behind the wheel. I waited until we had parked before I asked how long a person had to wait before taking the test again.

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