It’s been just over a year since 9-year-old Zion Harvey received a double-hand transplant(移植), and now, what he really wants to do is playing football. “I feel happy about my new hands, and I don’t feel different. I like that now I can throw a football further than when I didn’t have hands,” he said.

The nation’s youngest hand-transplant patient has been working hard to learn how to use his new hands. He lost his hands and his feet 7 years ago after suffering from a serious infection. In August, the boy showed off his new abilities by throwing out the first ball at a baseball game. Dr. Scott Levin, team leader of Zion’s operation, said Zion was faced with the operation much braver than many adults. “I’ve never seen Zion cry,” Levin said. “He’s just an amazing boy. He has such courage and determination and gives us all inspiration.”

Zion said his courage came from the two most amazing people: his mom and his grandma. His mother, Pattie Ray, said, “It’s been a long journey but now I feel like I am living in my dream. It’s his dream, and it’s mine, too. I’m just living through him, and I’m just here to support him in any way and help him do whatever he wants to do.”

However，Zion told reporters his mom wouldn’t let him try out for football. His mom said it’s too dangerous. She also pointed out that he might be playing against little kids, not professionals, and she told him they would discuss it later. Zion tried to counter her argument. “My next goal: convince Mom to let me play football,” he said.

Two weeks ago, a 7-year-old girl, Chloe Bridgewater wrote a letter to Google, expressing her interest in working for the tech company when she gets older. “Dear Google boss, my name is Chloe and when I am bigger I would like a job with Google,” she wrote. “I also want to work in a chocolate factory and do swimming in the Olympics.” The student said she liked computers and had a tablet she played games on. She even showed off a robot game that her dad gave her.

It wasn’t long before Sundar Pichai, CEO of Google, replied wit his own letter on Google website. In a letter dated Feb. 3, Pichai wrote, “Dear Chloe, I’m glad that you like computers and robots, and hope that you will continue to learn about technology. I think if you keep working hard and follow your dreams, you can accomplish everything you set your mind to. I look forward to receiving your job application when you are finished with school!”

Her father, Andy Bridgewater told ABC News he was completely shocked that his daughter received a reply. But he wasn’t surprised that she decided to write the letter in the first place. “She’s got determination. She doesn’t see the barriers that we face every day,” he explained. “If she wants to do it, she will set out to do it and nothing will stop her.”

The father remarked that his daughter began jumping up and down after receiving the letter. Still, he’s not in a rush to send his eldest daughter off to work. “Now, my daughter is confident, although she hasn’t yet fully understood that it will take more efforts than finishing her study to make it with Google,” he said.

I lost my flat by accident, and then I discovered my car needed a new engine. That meant I would have to spend ￡ 1，000 to get the car back on the  (1)  . I suddenly found that I needed, first, somewhere to  (2)  and second, something to travel around  (3)  ．

I was trying to decide what to do when I  (4)  the advertisement on a board: Converted(改装过的) ambulance  (5)  ， ￡ 1，600. So I rang the number in the ad and  (6)  to go and see it. It was love at first sight! I made a   (7)  straight away. Two days later I was the   (8)  owner of a converted camper van(野营车)．

At first I was  (9)  . I wasn’t sure whether I could handle it.   (10)  ， gradually I’ve had feelings that I haven’t  (11)  before. Living in my van is just the  (12)  of waking up in the morning, and, for the first few seconds, not knowing   (13)  you are. Then you look out of the window; some strange trees  (14)  you, and some beautiful scenery makes your heart beat  (15)  . Living in a flat in the city I missed all that.

Now I begin to   (16)  what the travelers have been telling us. Living in a van is cheap. No rent. What’s more, there’s the sense of   (17)  my new lifestyle has given me. I love being able to go where I want and when I want. It’s  (18)  to feel that the whole world is your home. It is no  (19)  that so many people are  (20)  their houses and going on the road.

I got aboard and sat down in my seat. It was going to be a long flight.

Around me were some  (1)  "Where are you headed?" I asked．

       "Lakes Air Base. Weˈll be there for special training, and then to the front."

       After about an hour, an announcement was made that box lunches were  (2)  for five dollars. The journey would be several hours, and I decided to buy one．

       As I   (3)  for my wallet, I heard a soldier ask his buddy if he would buy lunch. "No, that seems a lot of money for just a box lunch." I looked around at the other soldiers.  (4)   were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and   (5)  the flight attendant a fifty-dollar bill. "Take box lunches to all those soldiers." I said．She seized my arms tightly．Her eyes wet with tears, she  (6)  me, " My son is a soldier in the front．．．itˈs almost like you are doing it for him."

       Picking up ten boxes, she headed to the soldiers．

       After eating, on my way to the restroom I was   (7)  by a man. "I saw what you did and I want to be   (8)  of it." With this, he handed me twenty-five dollars．

       Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming, looking at the seat numbers   (9)   he walked．When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his   (10)  , and said, "I want to  (11)  your hand." I stood and took his hand．With a loud voice he said, "I was a soldier．  (12)  , someone bought me a lunch．It was such an act of   (13)   that I never forgot." I was a little bit  (14)   when applause rang out from all of the passengers．These soldiers were giving their all for our country．I could only give them a couple of meals．

       Later, when I walked to the front of the plane to stretch my legs, a man  (15)   another twenty-five dollars in my hand．

       When we  (16)   I gathered my belongings and started to leave．A man stopped me, put something in my pocket, and walked away  (17)  a word．Another twenty-five dollars!

Seeing the soldiers   (18)  at the terminal, I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars．As I walked  (19)  to my car, I prayed for their safe  (20)  

I believe different people have experienced different adolescence.I must admit I was still an angry  (1)   in my first year of college.My   (2)   was that my parents didn't please me at all.

Our finances were   (3)  ， so I chose to go to a (n)   (4)   college and take a bus to classes every day. One day I had a(n)  (5)  fight with my father.We both exploded into shouts.I   (6)   out of the house and missed my bus to school.

I rushed all the way to school.As I   (7)   across the campus toward my class, I suddenly realized I didn't have the  (8)   that was due: a thought card.My professor asked us to   (9)   an index card with our names and the dates every Tuesday.   (10)   what was on the rest of the card, we could write a thought, a question or something else.

Now, outside the door, ten minutes later, I took an index card.   (11)   to write something

on it, I could only think about the  (12)   I'd just had with my dad.I wrote “I am the son of an idiot！”，then  (13)   into the room, and handed it to our professor.

Next day, our professor   (14)  the thought cards and I   (15)   he wrote, “What does the ‘son of an idiot’ do with the rest of his life？” The professor's innocent-seeming question   (16)  me to the issue: whose problem is it?   (17)  ， my thinking began to shift.I realized that I had created a life  (18)   I was not a central figure!

The   (19)   of growth wasn't easy or fast.   (20)   later，from a struggling student, I became a successful student and then a successful teacher.

Robert Owen was born in Wales in 1771. At the age of ten he went to work. His employer had a large private library so Owen was able to educate himself. He read a lot in his spare time and at nineteen he was given the job of superintendent(监工) at a Manchester cotton mill. He was so successful there that he persuaded his employer to buy the New Lanark mill in Scotland.

When he arrived at New Lanark it was a dirty little town with a population of 2,000 people. Nobody paid any attention to the workers’ houses or their children’s education. The conditions in the factories were very bad. There was a lot of crime and the men spent most of their wages on alcoholic drinks.

Owen improved the houses. He encouraged people to be clean and save money. He opened a shop and sold the workers cheap, well-made goods to help them. He limited the sale of alcoholic drinks. Above all, he fixed his mind on the childrenˈs education. In 1816 he opened the first free primary school in Britain.

People came from all over the country to visit Owenˈs factory. They saw that the workers were healthier and more efficient than in other towns. Their children were better fed and better educated. Owen tried the same experiment in the United States. He bought some land there in 1825, but the community was too far away. He could not keep it under control and lost most of his money.

Owen never stopped fighting for his idea. Above all he believed that people are not born good or bad. He was a practical man and his ideas were practical. “If you give people good working conditions,” he thought, “they will work well and, the most important thing of all, if you give them the chance to learn, they will be better people.”

 Fifteen years ago, I took a summer vacation in Lecce in southern Italy. After climbing up a hill for a panoramic(全景的) view of the blue sea, white buildings and green olive trees, I paused to catch my breath and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama.

   Unfortunately, just as I took out my camera, a woman approached from behind, and planted herself right in front of my view. Like me, this woman was here to stop, sigh and appreciate the view.

   Patient as I was, after about 15 minutes, my camera scanning the sun and reviewing the shot I would eventually take, I grew frustrated. Was it too much to ask her to move so I could take just one picture of the landscape? Sure, I could have asked her, but something prevented me from doing so. She seemed so content in her observation. I didn't want to mess with that.

   Another 15 minutes passed and I grew bored. The woman was still there. I decided to take the photo anyway. And now when I look at it, I think her presence in the photo is what makes the image interesting. The landscape, beautiful on its own, somehow comes to life and breathes because this woman is engaging with it.

   This photo, with the unique beauty that unfolded before me and that woman who "ruined" it, now hangs on a wall in my bedroom. What would she think if she knew that her figure is captured(捕捉) and frozen on some stranger's bedroom wall? A bedroom, after all, is a very

private space, in which some woman I don't even know has been immortalized(使……永存). In some ways, she lives in my house.

   Perhaps we all live in each others' space. Perhaps this is what photos are for: to remind us that we all appreciate beauty, that we all share a common desire for pleasure, for connection, for something that is greater than us.

   That photo is a reminder, a captured moment, an unspoken conversation between two women, separated only by a thin square of glass.