My dad works for a food organization that travels to country areas to offer food, medical help and entertainment. Recently I went with him to give    (1)    (2)   to people who lost their way. It was hot and tiring, so I ended up doing it   (3)   .

Then I saw two girls with   (4)  tasks. They walked up with smiles to people looking    (5)   and asked them if they needed help.   (6)   went up to an elderly woman   (7)   the other greeted a toothless and    (8)   man in rags（衣衫褴褛）. I saw the first girl talking    (9)   to the old woman and gave her a(an)    (10)   to cross the road. At the same time the second girl said, “Hello, sir. Is there something I can help you   (11)   today?” SIR?SIR?! She spoke to this man    (12)   he were an officer in the army! She   (13)   this man and made him feel loved and    (14)  . Never in my life had I seen a(an)   (15)   that displayed（展示）such care, love and respect!

To love another is not only to   (16)   the need, but also to have our mercy. Just then a little girl walked over to me, holding her mother’s hand. I    (17)   and asked what she needed... The experience gave me   (18)   because I could do something to    (19)   another. Taking time to show mercy has helped to develop my 59 .  It is surely the most important   (20)   to follow. Holding it, I open every room to let the sunshine flow in.

A

Today I was at the mall waiting for friends when a lady wearing a knit hat and a sweater came up to me and, shivering, said, “I’m homeless. Would you mind buying me some food?”

In that split second, everything I’d learned since kindergarten flashed through my mind. Don’t talk to strangers… Be a good citizen… People will take advantage of you… Treat others as you wish to be treated…I guess love won the debate. “Sure,” I said. “What would you like?”

She thought and then said, “I’d like to get Chinese food.” We headed upstairs. She ordered soup, an egg roll, white rice, and pepper chicken. I would normally think that was a lot, but she had probably barely eaten in the last few days. I got my usual-lomein and General Tso’s chicken.

Meanwhile I was eating my lomein, picking around the cabbage and the other vegetables. Joyce said, “If you don’t like it, you can take it back.” I told her that I liked it, but was not fond of the vegetables. She broke into a big grin. “You don’t like vegetables, huh? Neither did I. But now I do.” I immediately felt guilty. How could I be picking at my food across from someone who barely gets to eat at all?

I tried my best to finish, but she seemed to sense my guilt and said, “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want it.” How could she know what I was feeling? I told her the dish was my favorite, but I just eat slowly.

She got up to get a to-go box. “Would you like one?” she asked, but I refused. I realized that this food would probably last a few days for her, and I was glad she had ordered a lot.

“Would you like these?” I asked, gesturing at the food I had left untouched. “Oh, no, thank you,” she said. “This is enough.” I got up to throw my tray away, feeling guilty again.

“I need to meet my friends now,” I explained. “It was so nice to meet you, Joyce.”

“You too, Claire,” she replied with a smile. “Thank you.”

I headed to the theater, and she went back downstairs. I kept puzzling. Why is Joyce homeless?  She shouldn’t need people to buy her dinner. She was a nurse. She got good grades. She took pictures for her yearbook. She was the person I hope to be in the future. How could such a good life be rewarded with horrible luck?

Anyway, I wish her the best, and hope that the force that brought us together will help her find what she deserves in life.

C

Washoe, a female chimpanzee (黑猩猩) believed to be the first non-human to acquire human language, has died of natural causes at the research institute where she was kept.The chimp died on Tuesday night, according to Roger and Deborah Fouts, co-founders of The Chimpanzee and Human Communications Institute in Washington, where she lived.
    Washoe was born in 1965 in Africa, where she was captured by the Air Force and taken to the US for research use in the space program. In 1966, she left the program and began living with two scientists, Allen and Beatrix Gardner, who led a project to teach the chimp American Sign Language (ASL) in Washoe, Nevada, for which it was named. Washoe had been living on Central Washington University’s Ellensburg Campus since 1980. She had a vocabulary of about 250 words. Also, Washoe taught sign language to three younger chimps: Tatu, 31, Loulis, 29, and Dar, 31
    Primate (灵长类) researcher Jane Goodall, in Fouts’ book Next of Kin, noted the importance of the work with Washoe. “Roger, through his ongoing conversations with Washoe and her extended family, has opened a window into a chimpanzee’s mind,” Goodall said.
    Though previous efforts to teach chimps spoken languages had failed, the researchers believed there was a better chance using signs. But Washoe’s language skills were disputed by scientists who believed that language is unique(独一无二的) to humans. Among those who doubted that chimps could use language were linguist (语言学家) Noam Chomsky and Harvard scientist Steven Pinker. They believed primates simply learn to perform certain acts in order to receive rewards, and do not acquire true language. 

B

Tim Richter and his wife, Linda, had taught for over 30 years near Buffalo, New York — he in computers, she in special education.“Teaching means everything to us，”Tim would say. In April 1998, he learned he would need a heart operation. It was the kind of news that leads to some serious thinking about life’s purpose.

Not long after the surgery, Tim saw a brochure describing Imagination Library, a program started by Dolly Parton’s foundation (基金会) that mailed a book every month to children from birth to age five in the singer’s hometown of Sevier, Tennessee.“I thought, maybe Linda and I could do something like this when we retire，”Tim recalls. He placed the brochure on his desk，“as a reminder”．

Five years later, now retired and with that brochure still on the desk, Tim clicked on imaginationlibrary. com. The program had been opened up to partners who could take advantage of book and postage discounts.

The quality of the books was of great concern to the Richters. Rather than sign up online, they went to  Dollywood for a look­see.“We didn’t want to give the children rubbish，”says Linda. The books — reviewed each year by teachers, literacy specialists, and Dollywood board members — included classics such as Ezra Jack Keats’s The SnowyDay and newer books like Anna Dewdney’s Llama Llama series.

Satisfied, the couple set up the Richter Family Foundation and got to work. Since 2004, they have shipped more than 12,200 books to preschoolers in their area. Megan Williams, a mother of four, is more than appreciative：“This program introduces us to books I’ve never heard of.”

The Richters spend about $ 400 a month sending books to 200 children.“Some people sit there and wait to die，”says Tim.“Others get as busy as they can in the time they have left.”

D

Next  Thursday,  November 27th ( the  fourth  Thursday  in November), Americans will gather with family and friends to share a big meal to celebrate Thanksgiving.They might play games, tell stories or watch football on television together.

Angelo Rosa has more Thanksgiving memories than most people.From  Drexel   Hill,   Pennsylvania,  the 100­year­old man lives in the same house where he celebrated a great number of Thanksgivings.

But he says it was different when he was a child.Mr Rosa was just three when his family came  to America.“When we were small children, Thanksgiving was never a very big holiday because at the time we actually didn’t pay too much attention to it.” But, also, he says, his parents faced a language difficulty.“They were from Italy and spoke very broken English, because they were the first generation that came over here.”

And the family had little money.There were six Rosa children.Mr Rosa’s father was a coal miner in Pennsylvania.The family was not able to have big, costly dinners, especially during the hard time of the 1930 ’s.But Mr Rosa says Thanksgiving dinners became a tradition in his own family after he married and had children.

This Thanksgiving, Angelo Rosa will go to the home of his daughter about twenty minutes away.He will celebrate the day with loved ones, including his great­grandchildren.

On the other side of the century, Cathie Dahlstrom is preparing dishes for a group of 35 to 40 people in Concord, California.We asked Ms Dahlstrom what she is thankful for  this  year,  her  first  answer  is  “The election”. She said she is also deeply grateful for her very large family.Ms Dahlstrom has one daughter.She has five younger brothers and sisters.She also has eight stepbrothers and stepsisters.Many of them and their families will be at the Thanksgiving dinner.

     John was waiting for the girl whose heart he knew，but whose face he didn’t，the girl with the rose．Thirteen months ago，in a Florida library he took a book off the shell and found himself interested in the notes in the margin(页边)．The soft handwriting showed a thoughtful soul and insightful(有洞察力的)mind．

In front of the book，he discovered the name，Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and effort he got her address．He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to keep in touch．During the next year and one month the two grew to know each other through the mail．A romance started．John requested a photograph，but she refused．She felt that if he really cared, it wouldn’t matter what she looked like．Later they agreed on their first meeting—7:00 pm at Grand Central Station in New York．

“You’ll recognize me,” she wrote，“by the red rose I’ll be wearing my coat.” So at 7：00 he was in the station looking for the girl with the red rose．

A girl in a green suit was coming toward him，her figure long and slim and her eyes were blue as flowers．Almost uncontrollably came to her，and just at this moment he saw Hollis Maynell—a woman well past 40．The girl was walking quickly away．

He did not hesitate(犹豫)，saying，“I’m John，and you must be Miss Maynell．I am so glad you could meet me. May I take you to dinner?”　

The woman smiled, “I don’t know what this is about，son，” she answered，“but the young lady in the green suit begged me to wear this rose on my coat．And she said if you were to ask me out to dinner，I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the restaurant across the street．She said it was some kind of test!”

It’s not difficult to admire Miss Maynell’s wisdom. The true nature of a heart is seen in its response to the unattractive.

A

     Davion Navar Henry Only has spent his whole life in Florida’s foster (收养的) care system. His mother was in prison when he was born, and when he did an Internet search for her name in June this year he learned sheˈd died just a few weeks earlier. Heˈs been moved from here to there throughout his childhood without ever finding somewhere he really belongs. As a teenager now, Davion is starting to feel like he is running out of time—at risk of becoming one of the more than 23,000 youths each year who simply“age out”of the foster care system at age 18 or older and are left on their own without ever finding a family connection.

     Davion decided to take his future into his own hands and asked his caseworker if she could help him speak at a church. She made arrangements at St. Mark Missionary Baptist Church in St. Petersburg, Florida. There, as the article reported, the shy teenager who worked hard to get A so far this year in everything but geometry(几何学) and would love to play football if he had someone to drive him to practice, stood at the pulpit（讲道坛) and asked if "someone, anyone" could adopt him.

       Davionˈs story quickly is shared on social media networks and websites around the country. He appears on national television and there is wonderful news to report. More than 10,000 families want to adopt him. Davionˈs story has raised awareness of adoption everywhere, but itˈs important to remember that there are thousands more Davion out there. Davion tells the reporter who first shared his story in a follow up interview: "I know what it’s like to have nobody, with no Light at the end of the road. no one who wants you. I just keep saying, ˈThere is only one me. But all my friends, all the other guys at the group home, all those other kids need families too.ˈ I just hope they donˈt give up and that someone gives them a chance." 

（B）

         Frank Woolworth was born in Rodman, New York., in 1852. His family were very poor farmers, and there was never enough to eat. Frank decided he did not want to be farmer. He took a short business course, and went to work as a salesman in a large city.

          Woolworth realized he had a natural skill for showing goods to attract people’s interest, but he soon learned something more important. One day his boss told him to sell some odds and ends (小商品 ) for as much as he could get. Frank put all these things on one table with a sign which said FIVE CENTS EACH. People fought and pushed to buy the things and the table was soon cleared.

          Soon afterwards, Woolworth opened his own store., selling goods at five and ten cents. But he had another lesson to learn before he became successful. That is, if you want to make money by selling low-price goods, you have to buy them in large quantities directly from the factories. Once, for example, Woolworth went to Germany and placed an order for knives. The order was so large that the factory had to keep running 24 hours a day for a whole year. In this way, the price of the knives was cut down by half.

         By 1919, Woolworth had over 1000 stores in the US and Canada, and opened his first store in London. He made many millions and his name became famous throughout the world. He always run his business according to strict rules, of which the most important was: “ THE CUSTOMER （顾客）IS ALWAYS RIGHT.”