God wants you to be happy. It’s a simple idea, but a complicated reality.

When traveling to Rwanda to find out the   (1)  of a new orphanage (孤儿院)，I found children who had been injured physically and   (2)   from their families. But I also found something   (3)  : children who seemed to be truly happy. No   (4)  they had shed (流) many tears,   (5)  most of them were not sad or angry. They played, sang, and   (6)  the company of their fellow orphans.

I also met Fred Nkunda, a Ugandan man who was   (7)   with joy despite his poverty, and long hours of working for a small salary. A few years later, he  (8)   cancer, but while he lived, he wore a big   (9)  as he selflessly gave himself to others. The same was true for a young Canadian couple who  (10)   their lives to the mission work (布道).

When I came home, I noticed a sharp   (11)  . Most Americans lacked the   (12)   that those Rwandan children and mission workers owned. Despite great wealth, modern conveniences and other endless material blessings, people here were   (13)   to each other, exhibited impatience, and expressed their   (14)  . How could this be?

Somewhere along the way, many of us in America have   (15)  something. We have   (16)  experience happiness—real happiness that comes from within and flows to others. And it’s not just missing in “the world”. It’s in short （17）inour homes, businesses, and churches.

  (17)   is actually a personal character. We understand the   (18)   of love, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. But happiness? It is   (19)  ignored or considered as unachievable in this life.

About three months ago, my father was in hospital recovering from a major lung operation. My mother had recently passed away, and my father had   (1)   the loss of his partner of 58 years very hard and had lost (2)  inlife. It was quite difficult to try to  (3)  him to eat each day as he didn’t want anything. The only thing,   (2)  , that he would ask us to bring him was ice cream.

One evening, to our   (3)  , he refused to eat the ice cream, so I placed it in a staffroom   (4)  . A little while later, my son said he wanted it, so I   (5)   it for him. As I passed another ward (病房), a woman asked, “Are there more   (6)   that came from?” When I explained, she seemed very   (7)  . She then said that she had cancer and could eat very little   (8)   than the occasional ice cream.

The next evening, I decided to buy two ice creams. On the way to dad’s room, I came into the   (9)  woman’s room, and   (10)   her the ice cream I’d bought for her. She was   (11)   astonished that I had thought of her, and accepted the gift with tears in her eyes. I spoke with her for a few minutes,   (12)   what was happening in my family and listened to her   (13)   story of pain and   (14)  . It was obvious that she did not have many visitors, and the ice cream and our short chat meant a great deal to her.

I   (15)   the gesture a few days later, and this time I received a warm   (16)  . I never even   (17)   to ask her name and never saw her again, but it made me realize that a simple act of kindness can   (18)   joy to a person’s unfortunate life.

 On a hot summer day in America, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. He dived into the cool water, not__41__that as he swam towards the middle of the lake, a crocodile (鳄鱼) was swimming towards him.

   His mother__42__was looking out of the window and saw the two as they got closer and closer. In great__43__, she ran toward the water,__44__to her son as loudly as she could.Hearing her voice, the little boy became__45__and made a U-turn to swim to his mother.__46__,it as too late.Just as he reached her, the__47__eached him.From the shore, the mother__48__er little boy by the arms just as the crocodile snatched his legs.That began an in credible tug-of-war(拔河)between the__49__he crocodile was much__50_than the mother, but the mother wouldnˈt__52__A farmer__52__to drive by, heard their screams, raced from his truck, took aim and __53 the crocodile.

   __54__,after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived.His__55__were extremely scarred (留下疤痕) by the attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches(抓痕)where his motherˈs fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved.

   The newspaper reporter,who__56__the boy, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his legs.And then, with obvious __57__,he said to the reporter,"But look at my arms.I have great scars on my arms, too.I have them__58__my mom wouldnˈt let go. "

    Never judge another personˈs__59__, because you donˈt know __60__they were made.

One day in autumn my father gathered us three into the living-room with a look on his face that told us that one of us had done something wrong.

  "Which one of you did this?" he asked with a sharp  (1)  .

  We all  (2)  down at the floor showing the art of a child’s handwriting  (3)  chalk. I stood there, trembling  (4)  and hoping that no one else could see it. “Will he know it was me?” I secretly  (5)  . Scared, the only words that came from my mouth were, “Not me, father.”

  The others denied it as well. Of course, we knew that one of us must have done it. But I, being the  (6)  of the three, just couldn’t find the  (7)  to tell the truth. I was not a bad kid. Lying was not normal for me,  (8)  the expression on my father’s face made me  (9)  .

  "Since  (10)  of you seemed to have done it, then you will all get a spanking(打屁股)."

  What? The  (11)  thing I wanted was a spanking!

  “I did it,” someone said and I looked around to see one of my elder sisters step  (12)  . Why did she  (13)   it? Feeling guilty, yet still too  (14)  to say a word, I  (15)  there knowing my sister was going to get  (16)  for something I did.

  We didn’t talk about that day for years. When we were all older, I knew it was safe to finally tell my father it was really me. When I think back to that  (17)  , I know I learned the  (18)  of family, and of a sister who would do  (19)  for me. I’m glad to say that I know now I would do the same for  (20)  .

 I was on a bus one day . The driver didn't     (1)  to start the bus soon because it was not yet     (2)  . A middle-aged woman got on. Tired and sad, she told her story  (3)  , not to anyone particular. On her way to the station, half of her       (4)  was stolen. The other half was hidden under her blouse, so she     (5)  still had some left. A few minutes later,  she stopped crying, but still looked  （6）   .

When all the seats were taken, the driver started the engine. The conductor began to collect the fares. When she came to an old man in worn-out clothes, he    (6)  that he had spent all his money as he accidentally got on a wrong bus and now was trying to go home. On hearing this, she ordered the old man to  (7)  the bus. The old man was almost in tears as he     (8)  her to let him take the bus home. The driver took the conductor's side and repeated the conductor's  (9)  .

The woman was watching the incident.   (10)  the driver and the conductor raised their voices at the old man, she interfered.

“Stop  (11)  him! Can't you see he's only trying to get home” “He doesn't have any money!” the driver  (12)  . “Well, that's no   (13)  to throw him off the bus.” She insisted.

Then she reached inside her blouse, took out her  (14)  money, and handed it to the conductor. “Here's his fare and mine. Just stop giving him a  (15)  time.”

All heads turned to the woman. “It's only money,” she shrugged.

She rode the rest of her way home  (16)  a happy smile, with the money she'd lost earlier     (17)  . On the road of life, the help of strangers can  (18)  our loads and lift our spirits. How much sweeter the      (19)  will be when we make it a little smoother for others!

Since I was 12 years old, I’ve suffered from a condition called Compulsive Hair Pulling(强迫性拔毛症). The physical destruction was severe, but theemotional   (1)   was worse. When I was young, no one,  (2)   my doctor, knew how to help me. I was alone.

   Growing up, I didn’t   (3)   anywhere and I suffered great shame knowing I’d brought this   (4)   upon myself. My hands seemed to have a   (5)   of their own. “What’s wrong with me?” I’d often wonder. Sometimes, people asked about my   (6)   of eyelashes(眼睫毛) and eyebrows. I was lonely, but I kept people at a distance. However, each night,   (7)   I fell asleep, I’d pray for God to send someone who   (8)  .

   Then when I was 25, I read a letter from a mom whose child suffered from the same illness. I could   (9)   believe my eyes. After all these years, I discovered, I was not   (10)   

   At that moment, my journey for   (11)   began. I took small   (12)   at first—telling only a few friends. Some of them tried to understand. Then, they began to   (13)   their secrets with me. I learned to see   (14)   the way God saw me, someone   (15)   love.

One day, my   (16)   happened. A friend called with wonderful news. She just met a woman with Compulsive Hair Pulling—someone just like me. She gave me her phone number. I was   (17)  . I quickly dialed, and from the minute Christina answered, we began to chat like old friends, both thrilled to find someone who understood our pain. We   (18)   to meet soon, only to find we lived just two blocks away. We immediately   (19)   our phones, and in the dark of night, ran outside to the nearby park in our pajamas,   (20)   we hugged, cried and talked for hours. I felt I’d just met my long lost twin, someone who understood my pain and struggles.

Yes, it was true. I was not alone.

 As a young man, Al was a skilled artist．He had a wife and two fine sons．One night, his oldest son developed a severe stomachache．Thinking it was only some  (1)  intestinal（肠内的）disorder, neither Al nor his wife took the condition very seriously．But the boy  (2)  suddenly that night．

   Knowing the death could have been  (3)  if he had only realized the seriousness of the situation, Al's emotional health became worse under the huge burden of his  (4)  To make matters worse ,his wife  (5)  him a short time later, leaving him alone with his six-year-old younger son．The hurt and pain of the two  (6)  were more than Al could handle, and he  (7)  to alcohol．In time Al became an alcoholic．

      (8)  the alcoholism progressed, Al began to lose everything he  (9)  —his home, his land, his art objects, everything．  (10)   Al died alone in a San Francisco motel room．

   When I heard of Al's death, I thought that Al's life was a complete  (11)  ．

   As time went by, I began to re-evaluate my earlier judgment．I knew Al's now  (12)  son, Ernie．He is one of the kindest, most caring, most loving men I have ever known．I watched Ernie with his children and saw the free   (13)  of love between them．I knew that kindness and caring had to come from somewhere．

   I hadn't heard Ernie talk much about his  (14)  __．One day I worked __（15）_ my courage to ask him．"I'm really _（16）__ by something," I said．"I know your father was  (15)  the one to raise you．What on earth did he do that you became such a special person?"

   Ernie sat quietly and _  (16)  __ for a few moments．Then he said, "From my earliest   (17)  as a child until I left home at 18, Al came into my room every night, gave me a kiss and said, ' I love you, son．' "

   Tears came to my eyes as I realized what a fool I had been to __（20）_ Al as a failure．He had not left any material possessions behind．But he had been a kind loving father, and he left behind one of the finest, most giving men I have ever known．

Mother’s Day was coming, but John had been visiting customers. He was now in a small town just outside a flower shop and he knew what to do. He went into the shop and saw a young man  (1)   the clerk to sell him some roses for six dollars, but the clerk just explained that roses were   (2)  ．The clerk looked up at John,  (3)    her head．Something inside of John was   (4)  by the boy’s voice. John had been  (5)  in his business，and he looked at the clerk and    (6)   mouthed that he would pay for the roses．The clerk looked at the young man and told him to get the roses for six dollars.      The young man almost jumped into the   (7)  and ran from the store with the   (8)  ．It was worth the extra dollars just to see that kind of    (9)  ．John ordered his own flowers and made sure that the   (10)   would include a note telling his mother how much he loved her．He drove away from the shop, feeling very  (11)   . He caught a light about two blocks away. As he  (12)    at the light, he saw the young boy walking down the sidewalk．He watched him cross the street and enter a park through two huge gates．Suddenly，he   (13)    that it wasn’t a park but a cemetery(公墓). The light   (14)  ，and John slowly crossed the intersection．He  (15)   and on an impulse(冲动)got out and began to folllow the boy．The young man stopped by a small monument and went to his   (16)  ．He began to cry after he carefully  (17)    the roses on the grave．He stared at the little boy’s heaving(起伏的) body and listened to his crying. John turned with   (18)  ，and walked back to his car. He drove   (19)   to the shop and told the clerk he would   (20)    the flowers personally. He wanted to tell his mother one more time just how much he loved her．

Like her grandmother, her flower garden was second to none. 

One day while looking through a flower catalogue (目录) she often ordered   (1)   , a picture of a plant immediately caught her eye. She had never   (2)   blooms (花朵) on a flower like that before.“I have to   (3)   it,” she said to herself, and she   (4)   ordered it. 

When it arrived, she   (5)   had a place prepared to plant it. She planted it at the base of a stone fence at the   (6)    of her yard. It grew well, with beautiful green   (7)   all over it,

but there were no blooms. Day after day she continued to take care of it, water it, feed it, and she   (8)   talked to it attempting to coax (哄骗) it to bloom. However, it was ___（9）___. 

One morning weeks later, as she stood before the vine(藤) , she felt how ___（10）___ she was that her plant had not bloomed. She was giving ___（11）___ thought to cutting it down and planting something else in its   (9)   . 

It was at this point that her disabled neighbor, whose yard ___（13）__hers, called over to her. “Thank you so much! You can not imagine how much I have  (10)   the blooms of that vine you planted.” The young woman walked through the gate into her neighbor’s   (11)   , and sure enough, she saw that on the other side of the wall the vine was   (12)  with blooms. 

There were ___（17）___ the most beautiful blooms she had ever seen. The plant had grown through the wall and it had not flowered on her side of the  (13)   , but it had flowered on the other  (14)  .

That you just cannot see the good result of your labour does not mean that it bears no   (15)  .