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         Born in 1949，Diana Nyad took an early interest in swimming as a sport and was a Florida State High School swimming champion. Like many young athletes，she had Olympic dreams，but a serious illness kept her from competing in the Games. The disappointment didnˈt stop her from going forward. Instead，she became interested in marathon swimming. A brilliant athlete，she was well­conditioned for spending long periods of time in the water. As a long­distance swimmer，she would compete against herself and the obstacles presented by distance，danger，cold，and exhaustion.
         For ten years Nyad devoted herself to becoming one of the worldˈs best long­distance swimmers. In 1970，she swam a ten­mile marathon in Lake Ontario，setting the womenˈs record for the course.In 1972 she set another record by swimming 102.5 miles from an island in the Bahamas to the coast of Florida. Then she broke a third record when swimming around Manhattan Island in 1975.
         Nyad attempted to swim the distance between Florida and Cuba in 1978.Though the span of water is less than 100 miles wide，it is rough and dangerous. After battling the water for two days，she had to give up for the sake of her own health and safety. Even so，she impressed the world with her courage and strong desire to succeed. For Nyad her strength of purpose was just as important as reaching Cuba. That is how she defined success. It did not matter that her swim came up short；she believed she had touched the other shore.
         When Nyad ended her career as a swimmer，she continued to try new things — travelling the world as a reporter，writing books and giving public speeches about her life. Diana Nyad works to inspire others，just as she did when she swam the waters of the world.

After lunch, without permission from parents, the two boys set off to explore the part of the beach which lay beyond the headland(陆岬). They had persuaded their young sister to   (1)   , saying that the long walk would be too   (2)   for her. Once they had got in the headland, the beach reached away endlessly before them. It was like    (3)   a new world. There were damp, dark caves to _(4)   there were many   (4)   among the rocks, full of sea lives. Here and there along the beach were those   (5)   objects, washed up and   (6)  by the tide.(潮汐)

    The afternoon passed   (7)  The sun was already   (8)   when the boys reluctantly (恋恋不舍)   (9)  to make their   (10)   homewards. But long before they reached the headland, they could see that tide had come in so sudden that they were now   (11)  from either end of the beach. Their only chance of   (12)  was to find a way up the cliff(悬崖) nearby.

     They soon find a narrow path   (13)  the cliff top. But half way up their path was  (14)   by a large rock which they could not climb   (15)  . The two boys had to  (16)  at the top of their voices,  (17)   that someone might  (18)  over the top of the rock. Finally came their father and two policemen.   (19)   of them climbed down a rope which was lowered over the rock. The boys were then pulled to safety, and thus saved from spending a terrible night on the cliff.

Mark’s brother, Jamie, rang Mrs. Grady’s doorbell. “You know her better than I do, Mark. You do the talking.”

“Hi, Mrs. Grady,” said Mark when their neighbor opened her door. “Would you like us to shovel (铲雪) your sidewalk and driveway?”

Shoveling was Jamie’s idea, a way to earn enough money for the new Ocean Kingdom video game that came out the next day.

Mrs. Grady touched her hand to her heart. “That would be wonderful, boys. I think the job is getting to be too much for me.”

“It will cost 10 dollars,” Jamie said.

“If that’s OK,” Mark added.

“Oh dear.” Mrs. Grady sounded disappointed. “I haven’t been able to get to the bank. I can offer homemade cookies, but I realize that’s not what you had in mind.”

Mark was going to say that Mrs. Grady could pay them another time, but Jamie cut him off. “We’ll come back later.”     ①    

As they struggled through the snow out of Mrs. Grady’s driveway, Mrs. Grady stood at her window, watching them.

At the same time, Mark was confused. She didn’t look like the person who’d come to his rescue last summer when Mr. Dunn’s collie (牧羊犬), Goldie, escaped from her backyard.      ②     Goldie had just wanted to play, but Mark didn’t feel comfortable around big dogs. And Goldie had boxed him in between the wooden fence and the cedar hedge.

     ③      Then Mrs. Grady’s front door had flown open. Mrs. Grady must have seen him from across the street. “Hold on, Mark. I’m coming!” Her apron had flapped in the wind like a banner as she strode across the street holding a kitchen broom. “Goldie!” she’d called. As soon as Goldie had turned her head, Mrs. Grady had slipped between Mark and the dog. She wasn’t much taller than Mark, but she’d stood firm as a rock in front of him as she flung her arm out toward Mr. Dunn’s house. “Goldie, go home!” Then she’d swept her broom to hurry the dog along. “Get!” Goldie had obeyed.     _④             

When Mark’s father had appeared at their side, he’d said to Mrs. Grady, “That was very brave! Thank you.”

Mrs. Grady had laughed. “It was nothing. Good neighbors watch out for each other, don’t they?”

And now Mrs. Grady needed Mark as much as he’d needed her last summer.

He smiled and waved at Mrs. Grady, then thrust his shovel deep into the snow. He lifted snow over his shoulder.

“Hey!” Jamie shouted. “What are you doing?”

Mark couldn’t explain about Goldie and watching out for neighbors. “I like Mrs. Grady’s cookies,” he said and scooped up another shovelful.

“It’ll take you all day,” his brother sighed. “We’ll never get that game.”

Mark shrugged and kept digging.

He heard Jamie’s annoyed sigh and then, surprisingly, the bite of Jamie’s shovel against the snow. Mark grinned. Jamie had known all along it was the right thing to do.

“Once the other neighbors see the good job we’ve done, they’ll line up to hire us,” said Jamie. “We’ll make money soon enough.” As usual, he had it all worked out.

A group of graduates got together to visit their old university professor. The conversation soon turned into­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­  (1)  about stress in work life.    (2)    his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned  (3)  a large pot of coffee and a variety of  (4)    —porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain-looking, some expensive, some exquisite – telling them to help
   (5)  to the coffee.
   When all the students had a cup of coffee  (6)   , the professor said, “If you   (7)  , all the nice-looking expensive cups have been   (8)    , leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is  (9)    for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and   (10)  .
It’s certain that the cup itself   (11)   no quality to the coffee.   (12)  it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides  (13)  we drink.
What all of you really  (14)  is coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the  (15)  cups…And then you began eyeing each other’s cups.
Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and  (16)   in society are the cups. They are just   (17)  to hold and contain life, and the type of cup we have does not define,   (18)  change the quality of life we live.  (19)   , by focusing only on the cup, we fail to  (20)  the coffee. Therefore, don’t let the cups drive you…have a good taste of the coffee instead.”

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This is a real story about the bravery（勇气） and creativity(创造力) of a young painter, Jim. Determined(决心) to be an artist, Jim went to France to surround himself with beauty and inspiration. He paints every day. He visited museums, traveled to picturesque（独特的）places, bravely spoke to everyone he met, and showed his works to anyone who would look at it. One afternoon, he had a conversation at a cafe with a group of charming(迷人的) young people, who turned out to（原来是） be some fancy nobles（贵族）. They took a liking to Jim and invited（邀请） him to a party that weekend in a castle(城堡) in the Loire Valley. They said this was going to be the party of the year. It would be attended（参加）by the rich and famous（名人）and by several crowned heads of Europe （欧洲的首脑）. Best of all, it was a masquerade ball(化装舞会), where nobody would hesitate（犹豫）in their spending on the costumes（服饰）. “Dress up”, they said, “ and join us!”

Excited, Jim worked all week on a costume that he was certain would be highly impressive. He held back on neither the details nor the imagination of this creation. Then he rented a car and drove three hours to the castle(城堡). He changed into his costume in the car and went up the castle steps. Jim entered（进入） the ballroom（宴会厅）.

Upon arrival(到达时), he immediately realized his mistake . This was a costume party, his new friends had not misled(误导) him, but he had missed one detail(细节) in translation: This was a themed（以......为主题的） costume party. The theme was “ a medieval(中世纪的) court” and Jim was dressed as a lobster（龙虾）.

All around him, the wealthy and beautiful were dressed in fancy clothes, wearing sparkling jewel（璀璨的珠宝）. Jim, on the other hand, was wearing a red coat, red tights, and red ballet slippers（芭蕾舞鞋）. Also, his face painted red. And he was the only American in the room, too.

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When I was 8 years old，I decided to run away from home after a quarrel with my mother．With my suitcase packed and some sandwiches in a bag，I started for the front door．My mom asked where I was going．"Iˈm leaving home，"I said．"Whatˈs that youˈre carrying？"she asked．"Some clothes and food，"I replied．

  "If you want to run away，thatˈs all right，"she said．"But you came into this home without anything and you can leave the same way．"

  I threw my suitcase and sandwiches on the floor and started for the door again．"Wait a minute，"Mom said．"You didnˈt have any clothes on when you arrived，and I want them back．"This infuriated me．I tore my clothes off-shoes，socks，underwear and all-and shouted，"Can I go now？""Yes，"my mom answered，"but once you close that door，donˈt expect to come back．"

  I was so angry that I shut the door forcefully and stepped out of my home．Then I noticed down the street two neighbor girls walking toward our house．I was so shy that I saw the big spruce （云杉） tree in our yard and jumped under the low-hanging branches （树枝）．A pile of dried-up brown needles （针状物） were beneath the tree，and you canˈt imagine the pain those sharp needles caused to my body．

  After I was sure the girls had passed by，I ran to the front door and knocked at it loudly．"Itˈs Billy!Let me in!"

  The voice behind the door answered，"Billy doesnˈt live here anymore．He ran away from home．"

  Looking behind me to see if anyone else was coming down the street，I said，"Mom!Iˈm sorry．Iˈm still your son．Let me in!"The door opened and Momˈs smiling face appeared．"Did you change your mind about running away？"she asked．"Whatˈs for supper？"I smiled back．

Surviving Hurricane Sandy(飓风桑迪)

Natalie Doan,14, has always felt lucky to live in Rockaway, New York. Living just a few blocks from the beach, Natalie can see the ocean and hear the waves from her house. “It’s the ocean that makes Rockaway so special,” she says.

On October 29, 2012, that ocean turned fierce. That night, Hurricane Sandy attacked the East Coast, and Rockaway was hit especially hard. Fortunately, Natalie’s family escaped to Brooklyn shortly before the city’s bridges closed.

When they returned to Rockaway the next day, they found their neighborhood in ruins. Many of Natalie’s friends had lost their homes and were living far away. All around her, people were suffering, especially the elderly. Natalie’s school was so damaged that she had to temporarily attend a school in Brooklyn.

In the following few days, the men and women helping Rockaway recover inspired Natalie. Volunteers came with carloads of donated clothing and toys. Neighbors devoted their spare time to helping others rebuild. Teenagers climbed dozens of flights of stairs to deliver water and food to elderly people trapped in powerless high-rise buildings.

“My mom tells me that I can’t control what happens to me,” Natalie says. “but I can always choose how I deal with it.”

Natalie’s choice was to help.

She created a website page matching survivors in need with donors who wanted to help. Natalie posted introduction about a boy named Patrick, who lost his baseball card collecting when his house burned down. Within days, Patrick’s collection was replaced.

In the coming months, her website page helped lots of kids: Christopher, who received a new basketball; Charlie, who got a new keyboard. Natalie also worked with other organizations to bring much-need supplies to Rockaway. Her efforts made her a famous person. Last April, she was invited to the White House and honored as a Hurricane Sandy Champion of Change.

Today, the scars(创痕)of destruction are still seen in Rockaway, but hope is in the air. The streets are clear, and many homes have been rebuilt. “I can’t imagine living anywhere but Rockaway,” Natalie declares. “My neighborhood will be back, even stronger than before.”

My wife and I separated in December. As you might expect, I had a very   (1)   December.

    My therapist(心理治疗师) gave me  (2)   totally unexpected. It was a small handmade Play-Doh heart. She  (3)  that it was not for me to keep, but only on   (4)  until I got my own heart. Then I   (5)   return it to her.

    After the session, I placed the heart carefully on the dash of my car and drove to   (6)  my daughter Juli-Ann, for this was the first night that she would be staying at my new home. As she got into the car, she was immediately  (7)  to the heart, picking it up,   (8)   it and asking me what it was.

    “It’s a present from my therapist to help me through this difficult time   (9)   it is not for me to keep, but only to have till I get my own heart,” I   (10)  . Juli-Ann made no  (11)   I wondered, at 11 years old, could she understand?

    Several  (12)   later, when my daughter was again at my home, she handed me her Valentine’s Day present for me: a small red box,   (13)  with a gold band.  (14)  Into the pretty little box. To my surprise, I pulled out a similar Play-Doh heart that she had made for me. I looked at her,   (15)  , wondering what it meant.

    Afterwards she slowly handed me a card. It was a(n)  (16)   Juli-Ann had written me the most   (17)  and loving words I had ever read. Tears flooded my eyes and my heart   (18)  open:

    For My Dad/Here is a heart/for you to keep/for the big leap/you’re trying to take/Have fun on your journey/It might be blurry/But when you get there/Learn to care

      (19)  all my material wealth, I   (20)  this as my most sacred treasure.

When Dr. Adnan Khera starts dancing on the streets of Bostion, he’s not only doing it for charity, but also to hopefully make himself a better doctor. Since the beginning of May, the anesthesisology resident (麻醉科住院医师) at Tufts Medical Center has been dancing around the city while dressed as a doctor.

  All donations he gets during his performances are donated to a variety of charities, from animal rescue to child poverty, through his Doctor Be Dancing organization. Khera, 28, has raised about $5,000 so far and hopes to bring in $10,000 by October.

  “One of the missions of this project is to show the value of individuality inside of medicine to medicine as a whole,” Khera said. “What I do on th streets allows me to communicate with the population at large. While I feel like normally in medicine, we have trouble communicating with patients. We fail in a lot of senses to communicate with them and show what it’s like to be a doctor and that what is best for the patients. By expressing our individuality, we can better communicate with our patients.”

  Khera is no stranger to public performances, having previously done stand-up comedy(单人滑稽喜剧表演) and public speaking. He is also a runner, so dancing is another way for him to stay fit in busy work. He tries to go out about twice a week in Boston, and also has done performances while visiting his parents in Arizona. “I’ve always been walking around dancing in public, so it never felt that crazy to me,” he said.

   He also realizes his public dancing goes against the usual traitlaced(刻板的) behaviors of doctors. “ The fact that it is for charity makes it hard to speak against it,” he said. I imagine some doctors could think it’s unsuitable for a doctor, but I’ve never met anyone strongly opposed(反对) to it. Overall the goal is to have an impat, and also show the value of individuality.”

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