As soon as the plane took off, it was clear that something was wrong. People    their seats and there were already some terrible shouts. It seemed that we were about to   .
People cried all around. Although I didn’t shout, I couldn’t have spoken   . Then two rows to my left, I heard a calm voice, a woman’s voice, speaking in a normal tone    nothing serious was happening. The woman, in her mid-30s, was staring into the face of her daughter, who looked to be four years old. The child     so carefully that she seemed unaffected by the sounds of  36 around her.
I suddenly remembered another girl who had    a terrible plane crash with the protection of her mother. The mother lost her life.     , the little girl had to be treated to get rid of the feelings of guilt and unworthiness that often      survivors. She was told time and again that it hadn’t been for her     that her mother had gone away. I hoped this situation wouldn’t     in the same way.
Finally, I leaned over and heard this soft,     voice. Over and over again, the mother said, “I love you so much. Do you know       that I love you more than anything else?”
“Yes, Mommy,” said the little girl.
“And remember that no matter what happens, I will always be    you. And you are a good girl. Sometimes things happen, and they are not your fault. You are     a good girl and my love will always be with you.” Then the mother put her     over her daughter’s, fastened the seat belt over both of them and was      to crash. Everything seemed hopeless. But     , the horror was over in seconds. We landed safely.
That mom showed me what a real      looked like. And in those few minutes, I heard the voice of    .

Rachel lived outside Seattle and always wanted to help others when young. At age 5, she learned about an organization named Locks of Love which     hair donations to make wigs (假发) for children who have     their own hair because of cancer or other diseases. Rachel then asked to have her long hair     and sent to it.
Then when she was 8, her school began      money to build wells in Africa. When she learned that other children had no clean     , Rachel was shocked. So she asked her parents to      holding her birthday party. In place of     , she asked her friends to      $9 each to the project in Africa.
Rachel’s ninth birthday was on June 12, and she had     a birthday page on the Internet with a goal of $300.     , Rachel was able to raise only $220 — which had left her just a bit     .
On July 20, Rachel was      injured in a traffic accident. That was a terrible shock to her friends, who wanted to find some way of showing     . They began donating on Rachel’s birthday page. Donations    her $300 goal quickly, and kept rising.
When it was      that Rachel would never recover, her parents donated her hair a final time to Locks of Love, and her organs (器官) to other children.  Word          about Rachel’s story. More      was being raised. The total donations soon topped $100,000, then $300,000.        others, I was also moved and donated. Until now more than $850,000 has been raised from all over the world,      donations from Africans moved by the little American girl who      their continent.

I went to India for a 2-week vacation to visit my relatives. We stopped on a red light, and as always, there were a lot of activities outside the cars near the      . People walked in, between the cars        newspaper, water and a number of kids looked for a bit of charity from the car owners. It’s a familiar      in most poor developing countries.
While we were      for the red light to turn green, I noticed a man outside a couple of      in front of ours trying to sell bottles of water. It’s      unusual at first. He was a man in his 40s with relatively     clothes. But he walked around in a strange way. He kind of      his way around the spaces. He was blind.
Carrying a couple of water bottles on one hand, he      got to the outside of our car. Out of       , my mum decided to buy one water bottle. As she gave the man the money, the light turned green. The car behind sounded loudly and     , trying to get ahead of traffic. Seeing this, my mum kindly told the man to      the change. However, with his       sense of touch, he quickly went through his shirt pocket and threw the money at my mum’s      . It was the exact change. The cars behind us were really getting out of control,      we decided to go on our way.
I broke down and even      when I got home. Here’s a blind man, born in       , trying to sell water bottles on the streets to make ends meet. He        our sympathy. Life hasn’t been       to him, yet he’s giving it his best shot. I think that is what        is all about facing life bravely.

“Mum, can I invite my classmate Brett over to stay tomorrow night, please? It’s Friday, and we don’t have any   .Can I, please?” Mum was sitting at the kitchen table. Dad was     next to her, resting his head on his arms. Mum could     that James wanted so badly to have his friend over.
“I’m so sorry, James,” she said.
“I’m never allowed to have friends come to the house? Why, Mum?” James asked sadly, almost in     .
“I know it’s     for you,” Mum said softly. “But I’m just worried other people might think we’re a little… strange. And then they would make fun of you.”
“No, they wouldn’t, Mum,” James protested. “We’re not      at all. We’re just ordinary people.”
Mum sighed heavily. “To tell you the truth, James, my neck has been so painful that it’s given me a heavy     . And your poor father ---he doesn’t feel     . He really needs a rest.”
“I can help, Mum!” James said. “    I can make you and Dad feel better, can Brett come over? Please?”
“Well…”Mum began.
“Great! Thanks, Mum!” James almost shouted. “Just sit there, don’t move.” He rushed over to the kitchen drawer and      what he needed ---two spanners(扳手). “Hang on, Mum,” he said. “This won’t take a second.” After some     , James was finished. With a smile of      on his face he said, “There! How does that feel?” “Oh, James,” Mum said. “That’s a much better! How did you do it?”
“Easy,” James said     .” Dad had tightened your neck bolts (螺栓) too much! I just   them slightly! I learned that in robotic science at school.”
“What about you father? Can you     him?” asked Mum.
“I’ll try,” James replied. He      up Dad’s hair at the back of his neck and plugged the electric wire into Dad’s head. Then he turned the     on. Dad opened his eyes and      immediately. “He just let his   run too low, that’s all,” James said, “Shall I tell Brett to come over straight after school tomorrow?”
“I guess so,” replied Mum. “Your friends will just have to     that we are a very unusual family. Thanks, son!”

On a Friday night, a poor young artist stood at the gate of the subway station, playing his violin.      the music was great, few people slowed down their      and put some money into his     .
The next day, he came again. But this time he      a piece of paper on the ground. It     , “Last night, a gentleman named George Sang put something important into my hat     . Please come to get it back soon.” Then he      the violin and began playing. He was soon      with people. After about half an hour, a middle-aged man      through the crowd to the violinist and said, “Yes, you did come here. I knew you’re true-hearted…”
The violinist asked     , “Are you Mr. George Sang?”
The man nodded.
“Did you lose     ?”
“Lottery(彩票). It’s lottery...”
The violinist then      a lottery ticket, on which George Sang’s name was seen.
George      the lottery ticket and kissed it.
The story      to be this: George bought the ticket several days ago and      $500,000 yesterday. He was      with joy and took out 50 dollars for the violinist.     , the lottery ticket was also thrown in. The violinist would fly to Vienna that morning. But he      the flight and returned where he’s given the lottery.
When asked “Why didn’t you take it for yourself      you are in need of money?” the violinist said: “Although I don’t have much money, I live happily; but if I lose      I won’t be happy forever.”

“Kevin, we are getting a divorce,” said my mother. My heart plunged. I was 9 years old and I thought that my life was going to     . My brother and I were going to move with my mother to southern California. My dad was to      in New Jersey because of work. My family was splitting apart.
Now that my mom is a single parent, I do my own     , make dinner and do extra chores around the house.      it was hard at first, I now recognize the positive      that this responsibility had on me. My mother gave me these chores and duties so that I would learn to become      and trustworthy.
I strive to display these      in all aspects of my life, and have seen the benefits. When I was only 11 years old, my      told me that he was selecting me as soccer team captain because of my determination and ability to get my teammates to      themselves. We lost the championship, but I won the      play award for keeping my team together.
I am always      to be an individual and not participate in anything that I feel is wrong. I am, for example, extremely proud of my decision not to drink alcohol.      , I don’t feel the need to drink to have fun, and I stand by my decision even when others try to      me.
My mom and dad both found new      and happily remarried. I am      close to my father, even though he lives 4,800 km away. I thought my parents’ divorce was going to be the worst thing that      happened to me. Ironically (讽刺的是), it turned out to be the     . I wasn’t willing to let it ruin my life without putting up a fight, and      was my family.
At age 9, I struggled with the confusion and      of divorce. Today, at age 16, I understand that      can bring opportunity and success, and that hard work, determination and self-control can turn your worst time into your best time.

It’s a small gas station that has snacks, drinks, cigarettes, and candies. The young man behind the counter knows his ____ by name and what they normally want to buy. He treats children and adults with equal ____. He reads science fiction behind the counter when business is ____.
One day, three people rushed in and grabbed food off the shelves as fast as they could,  ____ not intending to pay for it. He hit the “panic button” , then went over the counter and   ____ the front door. It was obvious that they were homeless, and  equally obvious that they weren't going____ with their ill­gotten gains. They ____ the food and simply crowded together in panic—knowing the police were ____the way.
Imagine what they must have felt like when they were told they didn't have to steal even if they were that ____. “We have food in the back, expired (到期)but still ____ to eat. If you need food, you ____ have some.” 
They were told to ____ what they had dropped and put it back, and then asked to straighten out the mess. They were doing just that ____ the police arrived. The officers were told the situation was under control and the police were no longer ____.
This wasn't what they had ____. They were being treated as human beings who could right the wrong they'd done. Shocked, they quickly followed orders to take turns and use the restroom to clean up.
Soon three ____ people walked out with all the ____ their arms could hold. They were____ that，if they needed to come back again, they were to ask and not just grab.
And then the young man went back to read until the next customer came in. He would be the ____ person in the world to claim he was a hero. But he gave three people something they were in desperate need of—a ____ amount of self­respect and a little bit of hope.

From my second grade on, there was one event I feared every year: the piano recital（独奏演唱会）. A recital ______I had to practice a boring piece of music and perform before strangers. Each year I _____ask my father if I could skip the recital “just this once”. And each year he would shake his head, muttering（嘀咕） _______about build self-confidence and working toward a _______. 
So it was with really great______that I stood in church one recent Sunday, video camera in hand, and ______my 68-year-old father sweating in his shirt ______rising to play the piano in his very first recital.
My father had longed to play music since childhood, but his family was poor and couldn’t _______lessons. He could have gone on regretting it, _______too many of us do. But though he was rooted in his past, he wasn’t _______there. When he retired three years ago, he ______ his church music director to take him as a student. 
For a moment after my father sat down at the keyboard, he ______stared down at his fingers. Has he forgotten the ______? I worried, remembering those split seconds______ago when my mind would go blank and my fingers would _______. But then came the beautiful melody（旋律）, from the ______fingers that once baited（装饵于）my fishing lines. And I______he had been doing what music teachers always stress: _______the music and pretend the others aren’t there. 
“I’m ________of him for starting something new at his age,” I said to my son Jeff.
“Yeah, and doing it so_______,” Jeff added. 
With his first recital, my father taught me more about courage and determination than all the words he used those 30-plus years ago. 

When I was a young teenager, about 14, I was already ready to work. My father was a dairy man and he had been working his entire life. For him, getting up at 5 a.m. and working a couple of hours before I went to school, and then    more after school until there was not enough    to see, were normal.
My father considered putting good work ethics in me to be very      . He began to show me these, not through    , but through his actions. He would not    a job until it was done. He    put his all into everything he did. However, he showed me this not just in working, but in everything. Like when I was in soccer, I wanted to    a game once, and he explained to me that I had made a    and that even if I just skipped one game, then I did not      to play the rest of the games.
So the day I started my first job at the age of 14, I was      to show my father that I could do it well, and that I was not going to    . My entire    was to  make my father proud of me. I knew that       I did, he would not say it in words, but he would show it. My first job was doing      for a company. As most of you know, construction is not an easy job, especially being so    . When someone as young as I started working, they would either    or get stronger. I got stronger. I worked the    I had been taught and I gave that day everything I had. In the end, my boss was    . He even called to tell my parents what a good worker I was, and my parents’ eyes    . From that day on I have worked every job to my full    , because that day defined(界定) my life. It defined how I was going to work, and I will always stick to it in the rest of my life.

He was driving home one cold evening on a country road when he saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the road. He stopped to give her a ____. “Why don't you wait in the car where it is warm, Madam? It won't take me long.” He said, “____，my name is Joe.”
She had a flat tire. Joe crawled under the car and changed the tire. But he got dirty and his hands hurt. She couldn't thank him ____ and asked him how much she ____ him. He told her that if she really wanted to ____ him back, the next time she saw someone in ____ of help, she could give that person the ____ he needed, and Joe added, “And think of me.”
She drove off with gratefulness. A few miles ____ the road the lady saw a small ____. She went in. The waitress who was nearly eight months pregnant, ____ her with a sweet smile. The old lady ____ how someone like her who seemed so poor could be so genuinely happy and how she could ____ her enthusiasm in her work in such inconvenient conditions. Then Joe's words ____ her. After the lady finished her meal, the waitress went to get her ____ from a hundred­dollar bill. ____， the lady stepped right out of the door.
When the waitress came back, she noticed a note on the table, ____ “I'm helping you because someone once helped me. If you really want to pay me back, here is ____ you can do—Do not let the chain of love ____ with you.”
The waitress went home that night with the ____ tip and what the lady had written. With the baby ____ next month, she and her husband needed money. She knew how worried her husband was and as he lay sleeping next to her, she whispered, “Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Joe.”