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In 1812， the year Charles Dickens was born， there were 66 novels published in Britain． People had been writing novels for a century﹣most experts date the first novel to Robinson Crusoe in 1719﹣ but nobody wanted to do it professionally． The steam﹣powered printing press was still in its early stages； the literacy（识字）rate in England was under 50%． Many works of fiction appeared without the names of the authors， often with something like "By a lady．" Novels， for the most part，were looked upon as silly， immoral or just plain bad．

    In 1870， when Dickens died， the world mourned him as its first professional writer and publisher， famous and beloved， who had led an explosion in both the publication of novels and their readership and whose characters﹣from Oliver Twist to Tiny Tim﹣were held up as moral touchstones． Today Dickens' greatness is unchallenged． Removing him from the pantheon （名人堂）of English literature would make about as much sense as the Louvre selling off the Mona Lisa．

    How did Dickens get to the top？ For all the feelings readers attach to stories， literature is a numbers game， and the test of time is extremely difficult to pass． Some 60，000 novels were published during the Victorian age， from 1837 to 1901； today a casual reader might be able to name a half﹣dozen of them． It's partly true that Dickens' style of writing attracted audiences from all walks of life． It's partly that his writings rode a wave of social， political and scientific progress．But it's also that he rewrote the culture of literature and put himself al the center． No one will ever know what mix of talent， ambition， energy and luck made Dickens such a distinguished writer． But as the 200th anniversary of his birth approaches， it is possible﹣and important for our own culture﹣to understand how he made himself a lasting one．

Two weeks earlier, my son, Ben, had got in touch. He’d moved to England with his mum when he was three and it had been 13 years since I’d   (1)    seen him. So imagine my  (2)    when he emailed me saying he wanted to come to visit me.

I was  (3)   ! I arrived early at Byron Bay where we were supposed to  (4)    . The bay was   (5)    in sunshine, and there was a group of kayakers around 150m off the shore. Getting a little  (6)   , I realized one kayak (皮划艇) was in  (7)   . “Something’s not   (8)   !” I took off my T-shirt and   (9)    into the water. I saw there were two instructors on board and a man lying across the middle. He was   (10)    violently. Linking arms with one of the instructors, I helped   (11)   the young man out of the water. He was unconscious and as I looked at his face, something   (12)    to me. Those brown eyes were very  (13)   . “What’s his name?” I asked the instructor. “Ben,” he replied, and immediately I  (14)   . That stranger was my son!

The instructors called for an ambulance.   (15)   , after a brief stay in hospital, Ben was well enough to be allowed to   (16)    and later the family met up for dinner. We chatted about everything and then Ben   (17)   to me. “I just want to say thank you,” he said. “You  (18)    my life!”

I still can’t believe what a   (19)    it was. I’m just so glad I was there   (20)    to help my son.

Adults understand what if feels like to be flooded with objects． Why do we often assume that more is more when it comes to kids and their belongings？ The good news is that I can help my own kids learn earlier than I did how to live more with less．

    I found the pre﹣holidays a good time to encourage young children to donate less﹣used things， and it worked． Because of our efforts， our daughter Georgia did decide to donate a large bag of toys to a little girl whose mother was unable to pay for her holiday due to illness．  She chose to sell a few larger objects that were less often used when we promised to put the money into her school fund （基金）（our kindergarten is serious about becoming a doctor）

    For weeks， I've been thinking of bigger， deeper questions． How do we make it a habit for them？ And how do we train ourselves to help them live with， need， and use less？ Yesterday， I sat with my son， Shepherd， determined to test my own theory on this． I decided to play with him with only one toy for as long as it would keep his interest． I expected that one toy would keep his attention for about five minutes， ten minutes， max． I chose a red rubber ball﹣simple， universally available． We passed it， he tried to put it in his mouth， he tried bouncing it， rolling it， sitting on it， throwing it． It was totally， completely enough for him． Before I knew it an hour had passed and it was time to move on to lunch．

    We both became absorbed in the simplicity of playing together． He had my full attention and I had his． My little experiment to find joy in a single object worked for both of us．

When most of us get a text message on our cell phone from an unknown person, we usually say ＂sorry,  (1)  number!＂ and move on. But when Dennis Williams  (2)   a text that clearly wasn’t intended for him, he did something   (3)  .

   On March 19, Dennis got a group text  (4)   him that a couple he didn’t know were at the hospital, waiting for the  (5)   of a baby.

   ＂Congratulations! But I think someone was mistaken,＂ Dennis  (6)  . The baby was born and update texts were  (7)  quickly from the overjoyed grandmother, Teresa. In her  (8)  , she didn’t seem to realize that she was  (9)   the baby’s photos with a complete stranger. ＂Well, I don’t   (10)   you all but I will get there to take pictures with the baby,＂ replied Dennis before asking which room the new   (11)  were in.

   Much to the family’s surprise, Dennis stuck to his   (12)  ! He turned up at the hospital   (13)   gifts for the new mother Lindsey and her baby boy. Lindsey’s husband was totally   (14)   by the unexpected visit. ＂I don’t think we would have randomly invited him over but we  (15)   it and the gifts.＂

   Teresa  (16)   a photo of the chance meeting on a social networking website  (17)   by the touching words: ＂What a   (18)   this young man was to our family! He was so  (19)  and kind to do this.＂ The post has since gained the  (20)  of social media users all over the world, receiving more than 184,000 shares and 61,500 likes in just three days.

  No one is born a winner. People make themselves into winners by their own  (1)  

I learned this lesson from a(n)   (2)   many years ago. I took the head  (3)  job at a school in Baxley, Georgia. It was a small school with a weak football program.

It was a tradition for the schoolˈs old team to play against the  (4)   team at the end of spring practice. The old team had no coach, and they didnˈt even practice to   (5)  the game. Being the coach of the new team, I was excited because I knew we were going to win, but to my disappointment we were defeated. I couldnˈt   (6)  I had got into such a situation. Thinking hard about it, I came to  (7)  that my team might not be the number one team in Georgia, but they were  (8)  me. I had to change my  (9)  about their ability and potential.

I started doing anything I could to help them build a little  (10)  .Most important, I began to treat them like   (11)  .That summer, When the other teams enjoyed their  (12)  ,we met every day and  (13)  passing and kicking the football.

Six months after suffering our  (14)  on the spring practice field, we won our first game and our second, and continued to  (15)  .Finally, we faced the number one team in the state. I felt that it would be a  (16)  for us even if we lost the game. But that wasnˈt what happened. My boys beat the best team in Georgia, giving me one of the greatest  (17)  of my life！

From the experience I learnt a lot about how the attitude of the leader can  (18)  the members of a team. Instead of seeing my boys as losers, I pushed and  (19)  them. I helped them to see themselves  (20)  ,and they built themselves into winners.

Winners are made, but born.

Raynor Winn and her husband Moth became homeless due to their wrong investment. Their savings had been  (1)   to pay lawyers’ fees. To make matters worse, Moth was diagnosed（诊断）with a   (2)   disease. There was no   (3)  , only pain relief.

Failing to find any other way out, they decided to make a   (4)  journey, as they caught sight of an old hikers’(徒步旅行者）guide.

This was a long journey of unaccustomed hardship and   (5)   recovery. When leaving home, Raynor and Moth had just ￡320 in the bank. They planned to keep the  (6)   low by living on boiled noodles, with the  (7)   hamburger shop treat.

Wild camping is   (8)   in England. To avoid being caught, the Winns had to get their tent up  (9)  and packed it away early in the morning. The Winns soon discovered that daily hiking in their 50s is a lot   (10)   than they remember it was in their 20s. Raynor  (11)   all over and desired a bath. Moth, meanwhile, after an initial   (12)  , found his symptoms were strangely  (13)   by their daily tiring journey.

  (14)  , the couple found that their bodies turned for the better, with re-found strong muscles that they thought had  (15)   forever. "Our hair was fried and falling out, nails broken, clothes  (16)  to a thread, but we were alive."

During the journey, Raynor began a career as a nature writer. She writes, "  (17)   had taken every material thing from me and left me torn bare, an empty page at the end of a(n)   (18)   written book. It had also given me a  (19)  , either to leave that page   (20)   or to keep writing the story with hope. I chose hope.”

The Homeless Hero

    For many，finding an unattended wallet filled with £400 in cash would be a source（来源）of temptation（诱惑）．But the    (1)   would no doubt be greater if you were living on the streets with little food and money． All of this makes the actions of the homeless Tom Smith   (2)  more remarkable．

    After spotting a    (3)    on the front seat inside a parked car with its window down，he stood guard in the rain for about two hours waiting for the    (4)   to return．

    After hours in the cold and wet， he   (5)   inside and pulled the wallet out hoping to find some ID so he could contact（联系）the driver， only to   (6)  it contained £400 in notes，with another £50 in spare change beside it．

    He then took the wallet to a nearby police station after  (7)   a note behind to let the owner know it was safe． When the car's owner John Anderson and his colleague Carol Lawrence returned to the car﹣which was itself worth £35，000﹣in Glasgow city centre， they were  (8)  to find two policemen standing next to it． The policemen told them what Mr．Smith did and that the wallet was  (9)  ．

    The pair were later able to thank Mr．Smith for his   (10)  ．

    Mr．Anderson said："I couldn't believe that the guy never took a penny．To think he is sleeping on the streets tonight    (11)  he could have stolen the money and paid for a place to stay in．This guy has nothing and   (12)    he didn't take the wallet for himself；he thought about others  (13)  ． It's unbelievable． It just proves there are  (14)  guys out there．"

    Mr．Smith's act  (15)   much of the public's attention． He also won praise from social media users after Mr．Anderson   (16)  about the act of kindness on Facebook．

    Now Mr． Anderson has set up an online campaign to   (17)    money for  Mr．Smith and other homeless people in the area， which by yesterday had received ￡8，000． "I think the faith that everyone has shown  (18)   him has touched him． People have been approaching him in the street； he's had job   (19)  and all sorts， "Mr．Anderson commented．

My First Marathon（马拉松）

    A month before my first marathon， one of my ankles was injured and this meant not running for two weeks， leaving me only two weeks to train． Yet， I was determined to go ahead．

    I remember back to my 7th year in school． In my first P．E． class， the teacher required us to run laps and then hit a softball． I didn't do either well． He later informed me that I was" not athletic"．

    The idea that I was "not athletic" stuck with me for years． When I started running in my 30s，I realized running was a battle against myself， not about competition or whether or not I was athletic． It was all about the battle against my own body and mind． A test of wills!

    The night before my marathon， I dreamt that I couldn't even find the finish line． I woke up sweating and nervous， but ready to prove something to myself．

    Shortly after crossing the start line， my shoe laces （鞋带）became untied． So I stopped to readjust． Not the start I wanted！

    At mile 3， I passed a sign：" GO FOR IT， RUNNERS!"

    By mile 17， I became out of breath and the once injured ankle hurt badly． Despite the pain， I stayed the course walking a bit and then running again．

    By mile 21， I was starving！

    As I approached mile 23， I could see my wife waving a sign． She is my biggest fan． She never minded the alarm clock sounding at 4 a．m． or questioned my expenses on running．

    I was one of the final runners to finish． But I finished! And I got a medal． In fact， I got the same medal as the one that the guy who came in first place had．

    Determined to be myself， move forward， free of shame and worldly labels（世俗标签）， I can now call myself a "marathon winner"．

When I was 17， I read a magazine article about a museum called the McNay， once the home of a watercolorist named Marian McNay． She had requested the community to turn it into a museum upon her death． On a sunny Saturday， Sally and I drove over to the museum． She asked， "Do you have the address？ ""No， but I'll recognize it， there was a picture in the magazine．

    "Oh， stop． There it is！"

    The museum was free． We entered， excited． A group of people sitting in the hall stopped talking and stared at us．

    "May I help you？" a man asked． "No， "I said． "we're fine．" Tour guides got on my nerves． What if they talked a long time about a painting you weren't that interested in？ Sally had gone upstairs． The people in the hall seemed very nosy（爱窥探的）， keeping their eyes on me with curiosity． What was their problem？ I saw some nice sculptures in one room． Suddenly I sensed a man standing behind me． "Where do you think you are？" he asked． I turned sharply． "The McNay Art Museum！" He smiled， shaking his head． "Sorry， the McNay is on New Braunfels Street． ""what's this place？" I asked， still confused． "Well， it' s our home．"My heart jolted（震颤），I raced to the staircase and called out，" Sally! Come down immediately!

    "There' s some really good stuff（艺术作品） up there．" She stepped down， looking confused． I pushed her toward the front door， waving at the family， saying， "Sorry， please forgive us， you have a really nice place． "Outside， when I told Sally what happened， she covered her mouth， laughing． She couldn't believe how long they let us look around without saying anything．

    The real McNay was splendid， but we felt nervous the whole time we were there． Van Gogh， Picasso． This time， we stayed together， in case anything else unusual happened．

    Thirty years later， a woman approached me in a public place． "Excuse me， did you ever enter a residence， long ago， thinking it was the McNay Museum？"

    "Yes． But how do you know？ We never told anyone．"

    "That was my home． I was a teenager sitting in the hall． Before you came over， I never realized what a beautiful place I lived in． I never felt lucky before． You thought it was a museum． My feelings about my home changed after that． I've always wanted to thank you．"