Walking alone on a remote beach in southwest Florida, I was surprised to hear splashes coming from the water. As I walked in the  (1)   of the sounds, I saw a manatee(海牛) show its head out of the water,   (2)   a great snuffling(带鼻音的) breath. It seemed that it was in   (3)   and trying to get out of it.

   I'd never seen a   (4)   like this before. I wanted to   (5)  , but there was no one else on the beach. So I went into the shallow water and Went toward the animal. I came   (6)   enough to make out the manatee. Then, a second manatee, much smaller, appeared beside it.   (7)  , the manatees were also moving toward me. Soon I was   (8)   by several manatees. I could clearly see the larger manatee  (9)   the little one up with her flipper(鳍状肢) and pushed it to the   (10)   beside me.

   As the two went underwater, two other manatees moved up from behind, one on either side,   (11)   gently against my body as they swam past. They circled and   (12)   the action, this time   (13)   by the mother and her baby. I held my hand out touching their back as they passed me. Since they obviously enjoyed touching me, I began   (14)   each of them as they swam by.

   I stood there enjoying the scene,  (15)   to move, until finally the rising tide forced me back to the shore. Later I knew exactly what took place that morning. The manatees   (16)   me in their celebration of a birth and I was welcome to meet the  (17)   member of their family.

   During that unexpected scene, I felt more involved in the rhythms of   (18)   on our earth than ever. Each year, I head for that   (19)   for a quiet little birthday picnic on the shore. After all, you never know who might   (20)   up for your party.

 I work as a volunteer for an organization that helps the poor in Haiti. Recently I took my son Barrett there for a week, hoping to _（1）_ him.

   Before setting out, I told Barrett this trip would be tiring and _  (1)  _. For the first two days, he said almost nothing. I worried the trip was too _  (2)  _ for a 17-year-old. Then, on day three, as we were _  (3)  _ over high rocky mountains, he turned to me and grinned（咧嘴笑）,“Pretty hard.”

   After that there was no turning back. A five-year-old girl, wearing a dress several sizes _  (4)  _ large and broken shoes, followed Barrett around, mesmerized（着迷）. He couldn't stop   (5)  _. Later he said   (6)  _. “I wish I could speak French” I was _  (7)  _-this from a boy who hated and   (8)   French classes throughout school. Usually silent, he   (9)   Gaby, our host, and kept asking questions about the country and its people. He blossomed（活泼起来）. _  (10)  _,the moment that really took _  (11)  _ breath away occurred in a village deep in the mountains. I was   (12)  _ a woman villager for an article. 135 centimeters tall, she was small in figure but strung in _  (13)  . Through determination, she had learned to read and write, and _  (14)   to become part of the leadership of the _  (15)  _.

   Learning her story, Barrett was as _  (16)   as I by this tiny woman's achievements. His eyes were wet and there was a   (17)   of love and respect on his face. He had finally understood the importance of my work.

   When leaving for home, Barrett even offered to stay _  (18)  _ as a volunteer. My insides suddenly felt struck. This _  (19)  _ achieved all I'd expected. Soon he will celebrate his 18th birthday. He'll be a man.

Last Christmas while staying with my parents, I   (1)   across some old love letters that my parents wrote to each other. These letters were all piled up in a basket, dirty and   (2)   with dust.   (3)   to read and sort them, I asked them if I could take these letters back to my Illinois’ home. They agreed.

As I carefully opened each letter, all of them   (4)   with date, I discovered a new page   (5)   unknown to me in this private chapter of my parents’ lives.

My father used to   (6)   in the army. So his letters were full of frontline   (7)   of the things about the war. Each of my mother’s letters was marked with her 1944 dark red lipstick kiss. I was   (8)   to these letters like a magnet (磁铁).

Just six weeks after our Christmas visit, Daddy became very   (9)   and was hospitalized. This time, he was fighting a   (10)   kind of war. As I sat by his bedside, we discussed the   (11)  . He told me how much receiving those lipstick-kissed letters had   (12)   to him when he had been so far from home.

It so happened that the next day would be February 14. From the   (13)   letters I chose the card my father had sent mother in 1944 and brought it to my father’s bedside.

At his bedside, I joked with him saying   (14)  , “Today is Valentine’s Day. Don’t you want to send mother a present?” He became more   (15)   when I handed him the old   (16)  . He carefully opened it and took out the card, and when he   (17)   it, his eyes were filled with tears.

My father, in a voice tight with   (18)   read the loving   (19)   he’d sent to my mother fifty-six years earlier. And this time, he could read it to her   (20)  .

We took our kids for dinner at Pizza Express. There was a veryfriendly old lady   41  alone at the next table who clearly had special   42 . When the time came for her to   43  the bill, her bank card could not be used. The   44  told her, in a very   45  way, that there was a problem and that she would call her manager for   46 . Jeremy, my husband,   47  got up and told the waiting staff that we would pay for the old lady’s meal.   48 , when the manager arrived, he explained to the old lady that she couldn’t use her bank card to pay, but that there was no need to   49 .

Pizza Express allows the restaurant to   50  two meals per month. On this occasion, they would like to provide her with a free meal. The old lady said she was very   51  for being unable to pay. We were relieved (放心的) that she had been   52  in such a great way and that she was not placed in a   53  position.

Then, the manager walked to our   54 . He gently said that,   55  wehad shown such generosity (慷慨), he would like to give the secondfree meal to us. We were absolutely   56 ! I’ve never heard of any   57  behaving in such a generous way. We really felt grateful to the manager. I   58  that the old lady was able to get home OK; then we   59  the staff and left ourselves. I was really   60  by how they had treated the old lady.

It happened on a Saturday afternoon about 12 years ago. I volunteered to take my daughter to the local     41  while my wife did the housework. As soon as we got there, my daughter rushed to the   42  and asked for a push. As I was helping my daughter to go higher and higher, I noticed   43  trying to get her own swing going, but  44 . Her grandmother was sitting quietly on a nearby bench and took no notice of it at all.

   After giving my daughter a big   45 , I walked over to the little girl and asked if sheneeded a push too. She  46  and said “Yes!” I soon had her feet flying towards  47 whileshe laughed happily. For the next two hours I  48  myself pushing swings and playing games with my daughter and the little girl on the playground. By the time we  49  home, I was physically exhausted, but my spirits were still   50  higher than those swings.

One day 2 years later, as usual, I needed to   51  my daughter from school before going home. I stood tiredly in the parents’  52 area watching for my kid.  53 , I felt two tiny arms going around my stomach. I   54  and there was the very little girl on the playground smiling up at me. She gave me one more big   55  before running off to catch her school bus. As I watched her   56 , I didn’t feel so   57  any more and my   58  were once again up in the heavens.

   In this life every single bit of   59  we share finds its way back to us again. It may travel from heart to heart or it may blossom in the soul  60  it was planted.

    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.

       During my stay at an orphanage (孤儿院)at the age of 9,a gentleman came and taught us how to do woodworking projects.

       I remember my first project—a small table. I was so　41　of it that I looked upon it as if I had created a(an)　42　.It was absolutely beautiful and it had taken me six weeks to　43　it. I could hardly wait to give it to Mother Winters as a　44　.She was the head mistress of our orphanage, who was always kind but　45　with us. 

      As the tables were not dry from the clear coating, the man told us to wait a few days before taking them to our dormitories. But I was just so　46　and happy that I couldn’t wait I dashed out like a　47　,carrying my table, smiling from ear to ear. 

      When I reached the dormitory I placed the little table beside my bed. I was　48　it when Mother Winters entered. She walked over to the table. Running her hand　49　it, she noticed that it was still wet. 

“Were you　50　to bring this home?” she asked. 

“No, ma’am,” I　51　with my head down. 

         She ordered me to throw the table out and so I did. After she left, I immediately opened the door to get it back. There was　52　stuck all over. I brushed and cried, but the dirt would not come off. 

      I hid the table in my closet and never　53　it. However, a year later during a cleaning-up, it was discovered. Painfully, I had to give the table to Mother Henderson, my houseparent, thinking that she would　54　it away. 

      Thirty years later at a reunion, I　55　that Mother Henderson was living nearby, so I drove up to see her. We talked cheerfully for long. As I was about to leave, she asked me to come down to her　56　to get something important. I followed her　57　into a dark corner. She picked something up.　58　she turned around, I could see that she was holding a little table. 

     Mother Henderson kept the little table that I had given up for lost so long ago.

       Today, I look at that table with bittersweet memories but full of　59　to Mother Henderson, who kept the table for a young orphan who　60　it so much. 

I was born with a heart disease. As I grew up, parts of my heart started to   (1)   and I was often out of breath. So when I was eight, the doctors opened my chest to   (2)   it. When they saw the state of my heart, they told my parents, “We don’t expect him to   (3)   the night.” I was in and out of a coma (昏迷) for three months. Every day the fact that I wasn’t   (4)   was a good thing.

Finally, the doctors   (5)   I’d be better off at home — saying that I wasn’t going to live long. But I   (6)   and had something close to a   (7)   childhood. As a teenager, I began to   (8)   heart failure again. But I was   (9)   to go to college, become a manager and get married to Jo.

I started my own   (10)   so I could work flexible (灵活的) hours,   (11)   Jo and I had two children: Josh and Liam. I   (12)   to keep a good standard of life for everyone, even when I was waking up feeling sick every morning. By January last year, my heart failure was so   (13)   I often couldn’t walk more than a few years.

I was worried about not being around for my   (14)  . I had to explain to Josh that the   (15)   telling me an organ (器官) had been found could come any time and I’d be rushed to hospital, perhaps   (16)   I could say goodbye. A few days later, the phone rang and Josh said, “Is that the doctor with your new   (17)  ?” However it was   (18)   a salesman.

May 4 was the day a transplant (移植) match was found. I was out of hospital within five weeks and, within a few   (19)  , feeling much better. By October, I was taking part in a 30-mile bike ride.

These days I spend a lot of time talking to kids with heart   (20)  . I want to support others who’ve had a hard time.

 Some people are just born to be failures. That’s the way some adults look at   41  kids. Maybe youˈve heard the saying, “A bird with a   42  wing will never fly high.” Iˈm sure that T. J. Ware was made to   43 this way almost every day. At high school, T. J. was the best-known troublemaker in his town. He was a silent boy, didn’t answer questions and often   44  .

 I met T. J. for the first time at an activity aimed at getting students more involved in community charity. When I   45 , the community leaders   46  me that T.J. had the longest arrest（拘留）record in the history of town. Actually, I wasn’t the first to hear about T.J.’s darker side as the first words of   47 .

At the start of the activity, T. J. was just   48  outside the circle of students, against the back wall, with a(n)   49  look on his face. He didn’t readily join the discussion groups, and didn’t seem to have much t o say. But gradually, the interactive(互动的)games   50  him in. T. J. shared his great thoughts on   51 . Theother students   52  his ideas and were impressed with his passion for helping those in need.   53 , they elected T. J. co-chairman of the group.         

After the activity, T. J. startedattendingschoolon timeand being active in class, which none of his teachers expected. More  54 ,two weeks later, T. J. led a group of 70 students in a drive to collect  55 . They collected a school  56 : 2,854 cans of food in just two hours, (the shortest time in the history of town) enough to take care of  57  families in the area for 75 days.

T. J. reminds us that a bird with a broken wing only needs   58 . Once it has   59 , it can fly higher than the rest. Now T. J. is   60  quite nicely as a chairman of a nationwide charity organization.

Once upon a time，there was a lazy poor man living in a small house with spider webs（蜘蛛网） on the walls and mice running around．People  1   coming into such a dirty place and the poor man was lonely and sad every day．He thought it was poverty（贫困） that 2  his unhappy life．One day，the poor man dropped in on a wise old man and asked him for  3   about changing his life．The old man gave him a beautiful vase（花瓶） and said，"This is a magic vase that will bring you 4  ．"The poor man looked at the vase 

    5 ．Why would he need a vase in his poor house？However，he didn't want to 6  such a beautiful vase，so he brought it home on the table．"It．s not right for something so beautiful to be 7  ．"the poor man looked at the vase and thought．Then he picked some wild flowers and put them into it，making it even more beautiful．  8 he was still not satisfied．"It is not good for such a beautiful thing to stand next to a spider web．"At this，he started to do some cleaning in the house and paint the walls．His house turned into    

    9  place immediately．The poor man  10  ．He suddenly realized that in the past it was his laziness that made him poor and unhappy．From then on，he worked hard and his life got better and better．