For a few years，I have been wearing a ring on my right hand．It’s not always the same ring，but it's always a ring that has      on it so that when I look at it，I'm      or reminded of something important．I have made a        of buying rings like this whenever I    one in a store．Sometimes I give them away as      to someone like Jennie ．
I first met Jennie in the       waiting room and we had talked several times．One nightI sat down beside her and     how her son was doing because I knew that he was in very    condition．She told me that she didn’t know what to any more because it seened none of the     from the doctors was good．They weren’t at all sure her son was going to      the accident that had hurt him so badly．With    in her eyes，she said，“They’re
  my hope．
I knew then that it was      just a coincidence that 1 was wearing the ring that I had on that day．As she         to talk ,I quietly slipped the ring off my finger and        it in  Jennie’s hand. I told her to wear it to       that God loved her and He would be with her through all of this .____ ___Jennie  looked down at the ring，she got excited and then held it tightly，___ ____the word written on the ring was“HOPE”．
The  last day 1 was at the hospital，I saw Jennie in the distance as I got on the lift．She     and held up the hand with the ring on it as she called out to me saying，“Look，I     have Hope!’’

My little angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!
My wife called, “How long will you be with that      ? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?” I threw the paper away and       to the place. My daughter, Sindu, sat there, tears welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a big bowl of rice.
　 I       the bowl and persuaded: “Sindu, why not take a few mouthfuls of this rice?”
　 “Ok, Dad. I will eat — not just a few mouthfuls,       the whole lot of this. But…” Sindu hesitated. “Dad, if I eat this entire rice, will you give me       I ask for?”
　 “Promise.” I      .
　 After eating the rice painfully, Sindu came to me, her eyes wide with      . Now I became a bit      . “Dear, you shouldn't insist on       a computer or any such       things. Dad does not have that kind of money right now.”      , “I want to have my head shaved off(剃掉), this Sunday!” was her demand(要求), which was far       my belief.
On Monday morning, I       Sindu at her school and watched her walking towards her classroom. She turned around and      . I waved back with a smile. Just then, a boy, who just got out of a car, shouted, “Sindu, please wait for me!” What       me was the hairless head of that boy.
“Sir, your daughter is       indeed!” Without introducing herself, a lady standing beside me continued, “That boy is my son, who lost all his       because of a disease. He       to come back to school fearing the unintentional(無(wú)意的)but        teasing（取笑）of the schoolmates. Sindu visited him last week, and promised him that she would take care of the teasing issue. But, I       imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for my son!”

We always try to include some kind of Smile Card activity during my monthly       with my daughter Rachel. The other hot night, after dinner we went to an ice cream shop. When      for our ice cream we told the cashier that we would like to buy ice cream anonymously (匿名地) for the       person who came to the counter as a random act of      . Puzzled but excited, she       our money and a Smile Card. We sat down at the table near the counter—Rachel wanted to spy on our        one.
About five minutes later the cashier       told us, “Oh, good! Someone's coming!” It was a woman with two little kids. As the woman reached for her      , the cashier, handing her the      , told her that       wanted to, anonymously, buy her family's ice cream. She couldn't       it. “Seriously?” she asked. Rachel and I       not to notice. It was great. The cashier, aware that we wanted to remain anonymous, came over to “wipe off our table,”       leaving our change on our table. She was about as        as we were. 
After enjoying our ice cream, we took a napkin(紙巾) and wrote a       to the cashier thanking her for her assistance. We       until she went to the back room, quickly       the note, a nice tip, and a second Smile Card on the      , and ran out before we were seen. 
I treasure every date night with my daughter and       the world through her eyes is always       for me.
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It was silent in Mom’s hospital room. Only the sound of her heart monitor interrupted the     moments of what seemed to be a peaceful sleep. It had been several hours since her operation. I wanted her to wake up. I needed to     to her. Last night, I shouted at her because she had allowed my     sister to visit her when she had     our mom for years.
“Shame on you!” she had said firmly. “Moms don’t stop     their children just because one of them chose to leave her. A mother always loves more than she’s loved     .”
I thought, “Shame on you! When I do something wrong or when a friend is     to her, that’s all she will ever say. How about standing up for you     for once, Mom?”
My mom’s groaning（呻吟）broke my     . she couldn’t speak,     her eyes were moving, looking for something. She     her notebook and pen next to her bed. I gently handed them to her. She     slowly, and then turned the notebook around for me to read.
“I forgive you,” it     .
Tears ran down my face. I felt     . As I began to speak, I was     by the loud arguing of two seemingly angry nurses on the opposite side of the room. My mom suddenly began writing on her notebook, and then stopped to      the piece of paper. She handed it to me, signaling me to give it to the nurses. They read it, looked      at my mom and quietly left the room.
“What did you write, Mom?” I asked.
She smiled sweetly but said nothing.     , I knew what she had written on that piece of paper. How     those three little words are!
I kissed my mom goodbye and     to find my sister.

It was an early morning in summer. In the streets, sleepy-eyed people were moving quickly, heading towards their    . This was the beginning of another      day in New York City.      this day was to be different.
Waiting     the crowded streets, on top of a       110 stories high, was Philippe Petit. This daring Frenchman was about to     a tightrope (繃索) between the two towers of the World Trade Center.
Philippe took his first      with great care.  The wire held. Now he was     he could do it.     only a balancing pole, Philippe walked his way across, a      of 131 feet.
　Soon the rush-hour     began to notice. What a      ! There, 131 feet above the street, a      figure was walking on air.
　Philippe made seven      , back and forth (來(lái)回). He wasn't satisfied with just      . At times, he would turn, sit down, and     go on his knees. Once, he had the astonishing     to lie down on the thin thread. And thousands of      watchers stared with their hearts beating fast.
　After the forty-five-minute     , Philippe was taken to the police station.  He was asked     he did it. Philippe shrugged (聳肩) and said, "When I see two tall buildings, I walk."

Have you ever been sad because of failure? Please remember, for often. achieving what you set out to do is not the most important thing.
A boy decided to dig a       hole behind his house. As he was       ,a couple of old boys stopped by to give a/an       . “What are you doing？” asked one of the       .“ I want to dig a hole all the way through the earth!” the boy       excitedly. The older boys began to       ,telling him that digging a hole all the way through the earth was       . After a while,the boy picked up a jar(罐子). He       it to the visitors. It was full of all kinds of stones and insects. Then he said calmly and       ,“Maybe I can’t finish digging all the way through the earth,       look at what I’ve found during this period! ”
The boy’s goal was far too       ,but it did cause his to go on. And that is what a goal is        --to cause us to move in the        we have chosen, in other words, to cause us to keep working!
Not       goal will be fully achieved. Not every job will       up with a success. Not every dream will come true. But when you       short of your aim, maybe you can say, “Yes, but look at       I’ve found along the way! So many wonderful things have       my life because I tried to do something!”       is in the digging that life is lived. It is a joy on the       that really makes sense.

Many winters ago I was working at a college when a homeless woman came in wearing only thin clothes. She started        as she sat down on a sofa in the student public room . Clearly, she wasn't well. Without        too much about it, I went to the Student Affairs office where I knew I could find      . in the "Lost and Found" box.  I gathered her up all clothes and made my way      . A co-worker told me I should not help this person.       it would only lead to her wanting        help. I ignored(忽視) her and carried on,       the warnings.
Two weeks later a lovely elderly man came to my        and asked to speak with me in private.        , I gave him my full attention.  He went on to tell me that he had overheard (無(wú)意聽(tīng)到) the        with the co-worker about helping the       woman.  He wanted me to know that it was always okay to help people, and that was        he wanted to give me a check for $1000! I       tears, because I really needed the money at the time, but also because I had       been recognized in such a way        helping someone! We became good friends and, twenty years later, he called me up        and told me he wanted to help me        my first home! He gave me$ 120,000 to buy my dream house in my home town.
I asked him why he wanted to give me such a large      . and he said it was because I was a "giver" and that I deserved(應(yīng)得) it. I was able to      the perfect little home for  me, all because one day I       a homeless woman without besitation .

 Once upon a time, a Japanese man wanted to rebuild his house. First he had to tear the walls open. Japanese houses        have empty spaces between the wooden walls. As he was tearing them down, he found a lizard(蜥蜴)          there because a nail(釘子) from the outside had been         into one of its feet. Seeing this, he felt       for it, and at the same time wanted to know more about it.
He knew very well that the           had been knocked into the wall ten years before when the house was first         . What had happened since then? The lizard had           for ten years! To be trapped in a dark wall for ten years without            ---it hardly seems possible, and is hard to         . Then he wondered how the lizard could have lived for ten years without moving a single step since its       was nailed! So he stopped his work and began to         the lizard. He wanted to know what it had been doing, and         it had survived.
A short time later another lizard         with food in its mouth. He was shocked, and at the same time deeply        . Another lizard had been          the trapped one for the past ten years.
“What love exists(存在) in this         animal! What can love do? It can do        ! Just think, one lizard has been taking care of       for ten long years, without       hope that its partner would be saved,” the man said to himself.
If a small animal like a lizard can       like this , just imagine how we could if we tried.

The moon had gone behind a cloud and there weren’t many stars in the sky. I saw a flame (火焰) in my neighbour’s      . I thought he was having a midnight fast food so I went back to my      .
Soon, there was a      smell in the air and I guessed something was wrong.      , I jumped out of bed and went downstairs to      . I saw fire coming out of my neighbour’s kitchen. Right away, I       “Fire! Fire!” But there was no one nearby to       my shouts for help.
I       into my house, called the Fire Department and went back to my neighbour’s house. I rang the doorbell, hit on the door and       my neighbour’s name but there was no      . I managed to       the house and rescued a cat and a rabbit.
I tried to throw water through the kitchen window       it was no use; the fire was too strong.      , a fire engine arrived and soon the firemen put out the fire. They arrived just       as the fire was going to       to the other rooms in the house.
When my neighbour came back, he was       because his kitchen was burnt down, but he thanked me for calling the Fire Department and for saving his       . He wanted to give me some money in return but I did not       it.
Weeks later, my neighbour repaired and restored his kitchen. He       me to his new kitchen and there he gave me a medal that he had       ordered from a factory. It made me very happy.

I was fat kid who grew into an overweight adult. I was      laughed at for being heavier than the other kids,      me feeling shy. I tried several diets, but      worked, and I     gaining weight. Another factor        my weight gain was my love for cooking, especially rich, high-fat desserts, which I enjoyed preparing and, of course, eating. 　 
　When I finished high school at the age of 18, I weighed 215 pounds.       the self-confidence to go to a new, faraway school, I decided to stay close to home      going away to college. I continued with my unhealthful eating habits and felt more miserable as the weight came on, but I did nothing about it except buy larger plus-size clothes. 　 
My turning point came 10 years later at a friend's New Year's Eve party when I was at my all-time highest weight of 330 pounds. I caught my       in a mirror and the truth      me: I was overweight and unhealthy, and unless I did something about it now, I would only get bigger and       . 　 
After leaving the party, I thought about my past weight-loss     and realized they didn't work because they required me to abandon foods I loved. Then I would constantly think about food and binge,       the diet      my hunger and not feel deprived. 　 
　My biggest       was finding a way to fit my passion for cooking into my healthier lifestyle. At first, I tried to stay away from the kitchen to         myself thinking about food. The result: Food was all I thought about.       had to be some way to combine cooking with healthful eating. I found the     after reading several low-fat cookbooks. With some trial and error, I could modify my favorite foods and make them low in fat, yet delicious.　 
　The pounds started coming off, and when I started exercising (usually cardio and weight training five times a week), they seemed to melt away. I didn't feel deprived, and I felt free to give my body the care and attention it     .　 
I lost 165 pounds over the next two years. I had many ups and downs. I was determined to go on. Another challenge to me was not to beat myself up if I ate something that was unhealthy and to take it as a sign to abandon my healthful habits.      I vowed to start again and always keep my goal in mind.　 Thanks to losing weight and becoming fit I am         my body and myself. I have finally found myself.