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　　When I was a law professor, a student reported that I made an error in grading his exam by giving him too many points．He was 　　1　　, and after thanking him for his honesty, I changed the grade in my 　　2　　．His beaming(欢笑的)face turned to shock．“You’re 　　3　　 my grade?” he said angrily．“I would never have come in 　　4　　……”

　　He didn’t finish the 　　5　　, but it was obvious that his display of honesty was 　　6　　．He thought he’d have it all－praise and the higher grade．

　　Several colleagues thought I should have let the higher grade 　　7　　 because all I’d accomplished was to discourage him from being 　　8　　 in the future．And every time I tell this story some people agree with this 　　9　　．

　　But I can’t see how I could give good reason for worsening my 　　10　　 in grading by undermining(损害)the honesty of all my grades by failing to 　　11　　 an error．The grade itself would be a dishonest 　　12　　 of his knowledge and it would have been 　　13　　 to other students．How could I 　　14　　 give a student a gift of an unearned grade?

　　I know 　　15　　 reporting an error in one’s favor is unusual, but, like 　　16　　 too much change, it’s clearly the right thing to do．People of character, those with real honesty, hate to give up 　　17　　 as much as anyone else．The difference is that for them a good conscience and reputation is 　　18　　 enough to give reason for the cost of doing the right thing．

　　Perhaps lowering the student’s grade did 　　19　　 him from being honest in the future, but bribing(贿赂)him to be honest so that he does the right thing when it’s cost-free would have 　　20　　 him even more．The duty to be honest is about right and wrong, not risks and rewards．

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　　It was the night before the composition was due(到期)．As I looked at the list of topics, “The Art of Eating Spaghetti(意大利面条)” caught my eye．The word “spaghetti” brought back the 　　1　　 of an evening at Uncle Alien’s in Belleville 　　2　　 all of us were seated around the table and Aunt Pat 　　3　　 spaghetti for supper．Spaghetti was an exotic(外来的)treat in 　　4　　 days．Never had I eaten spaghetti, and 　　6　　 of the grown-ups had enough experience to be 　　6　　 it．What laughing 　　7　　 we had about the 　　8　　 respectable method for moving spaghetti from plate to mouth．　　9　　, I wanted to write about that, but I wanted to 　　10　　 it down simply for my own 　　11　　, not for Mr Fleagle, my composition teacher．　　12　　, I would write something else．

　　When I finished it the night was half gone and there was no 　　13　　 left to write a proper composition for Mr Fleagle．There was no choice next morning but to 　　14　　 my work．Two days passed before Mr．Fleagle returned the 　　15　　 papers．He said, “Now, class, I want to read you a composition, ‘The Art of Eating Spaghetti’．”

　　My words!He was reading my words out 　　16　　 to the whole class．　　17　　 laughed, then the whole class was laughing with open-hearted enjoyment．I did my best not to show 　　18　　, but what I was feeling was pure happiness, 　　19　　 my words had the power to make people 　　20　　．

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　　The first person I saw as soon as I returned from my holidays was my grandfather．He 　　1　　 the front door for me and stood there, 　　2　　 me up and down in great surprise．

　　“What’s the 　　3　　 with you?” he asked．

　　I was pale, dirty and tired 　　4　　 my journey, “I have been 　　5　　 on the Balkan Express, ” I replied weakly, “and I haven’t 　　6　　 a thing for over eighteen hours．As I didn’t get a seat, I 　　7　　 most of my time in the corridor 　　8　　 I was nearly trampled to death．”

　　“The Balkan Express!” my grandfather got 　　9　　．“When I was a young man, that was a 　　10　　 train．There was a dining-car and you could 　　11　　 some of the best 　　12　　 and wines in Europe, I can even remember a time 　　13　　 a band played during 　　14　　．” He paused, then added, “The 　　15　　 Balkan Express was the very best!”

　　“Times have changed, grandfather,” I said 　　16　　．“Judging from your 　　17　　, my boy,” he answered．“They’ve changed for the 　　18　　．Now you go and have a nice hot 　　19　　, and I’ll get you 　　20　　 warm to drink．”

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　　One day a famous speaker gave a speech to a crowd of people．He held up a 　　1　　 bill．He asked, "Who would like this ％20 bill " Hands were 　　2　　．Then he said, "I am going to give this ％20 to one of you, but first let me do this．" He began to crumple(弄皱)the 　　3　　．He then asked the audience, "　　4　　 still wants it?" Still the hands went 　　5　　 in the air．

　　"What 　　6　　 I do this " He asked, and he 　　7　　 it on the ground, and started to step on it．He 　　8　　 it up．Now the bill was 　　9　　 and crumpled．"Now who still wants it?" Still the hands went up．

　　"My friends,” He continued, “You have all 　　10　　 a good lesson．No matter 　　11　　 I did to the money, you still wanted it because the bill did not lose its 　　12　　．It was still worth ％20．Many times in our 　　13　　, we are dropped, crumpled, and stepped on, because we sometimes 　　14　　 wrong decisions, or we may 　　15　　 with something we do not 　　16　　．When what happens, we feel depressed and think we are 　　17　　．But in fact no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value．The worth of our life comes not 　　18　　 what we do or whom we know, but in who we are! Don’t forget ‘the worth of a thing does not depend on its outside 　　19　　, but on its inner value．’ This is the 　　20　　 of life．