Fifteen years spent in the field of education has provided me with many treasured moments. One of the most unforgettable       when I was teaching second        , 10 years ago.
In May I decided to plan something special for the children: a Mother’s Day tea. We had put our heads together to       ideas of how to       our mothers. We practiced singing songs, memorized poems and wrote cards. We decided to hold our tea the Friday before Mother’s Day.  I was surprised and      to learn that every mother was planning to attend. I     invited my own mother.
Finally, the big day arrived. Each child      up at our classroom door, expecting the arrival of his or her mom.     it got closer to starting time, I looked around and my eyes quickly found Jimmy. His mother hadn’t shown up and he was looking       . 
I took my mother by the hand and walked over to Jimmy. “Jimmy,” I said, “I have a bit of problem here and I was     if you could keep my mother       while I’m busy.”
My mom and Jimmy sat at a table. Jimmy      my mom her treats, presented her with the gift I had made, just as we had       the day before. Whenever I looked over, my mother and Jimmy were in deep       .
Now 10 years later, I work with students of all ages, educating them about the environment. Last year, I took a senior class on a field trip, and there was Jimmy. I had the students complete an outline of the day’s     and an evaluation of our trip. Then I collected the students’ booklets and checked them to see if      was completed. When I came       Jimmy’s page, he had written “Remember our Mother’s Day tea we had in second grade, Mrs. Marra? I do! Thanks for all you did for me, and thank your mother, too.”
I told him I really enjoyed what he had written. He looked rather embarrassed and    his own thanks and walked away. Suddenly he ran back and gave me a big hug. “Thanks again. No one even knew my mother didn’t      it.”
I ended my workday with a hug from a teenage boy who had      stopped hugging teachers years ago.

Mr. Glen is a millionaire. Years ago, after returning from abroad to his motherland, he     his company. Speaking of success, Glen often tells us a story about his extra expensive “school” fee. He always     his success to it.
At that time, Glen, who already got a Ph.D. degree,      to return home, starting a company. Before leaving, he bought a Rolex watch with the     made through years. At the airport he had to accept the      customs check. The watch on his wrist was also demanded to be  taken down for    . Glen knew that carrying such goods out had to pay the tax, and he worried about paying     for his watch. So while checked, he told a lie that his watch was a      fake（假貨）. When he was     of his “smarts”, immediately, in the presence of Glen, the officers hit the watch, which    nearly 100,000, into pieces     hearing Glen’s words. Glen was   . Before he understood why, he was taken to the office to be examined    . For many times of entry-exit    he knew that only those people in the “blacklist” would “enjoy” this special treatment. The officers looked over everything carefully, and     him no matter what time of entry and exit he must accept the check and if       reusing and carrying fake goods, he would be     by law! Suddenly, his face turned red, and he had nothing in mind after boarding the plane for long.
After that, he often told the story to his family and his employees. He said that this made a deep    on him, because the additional high “school” fee that he had ever paid made him realize the value of     , which he would remember as the     of his success forever.

There is a small shop about 200 meters from where I live that sells meat and other basic necessities. About 10 years ago, there was a beggar who would go into the shop every day and ask the owner for a        . The owner,       he would love to help, simply didn't have any jobs available, so he kept       the man's request.
This situation continued         for a few months, until the owner         to give the homeless man a job which        sweeping outside the shop. Every single day from 5 am, the homeless man was there doing the very        he could for the        , and it did earn him some pennies.        , the owner saw how good a job the man was doing and gave him a job working        a cashier(出納、收銀員). He was watched closely to make sure that he didn't        any of the money received from the sales. He was still homeless,       . The homeless man did a/an        job as a cashier for over 2 years, and did such a good job that he was asked to         the finances(財(cái)政、金融) for the whole shop.
Two years later, the owner        . In his will, he only had one         , to give the whole shop to the "homeless" man. Now, I could walk into that shop and see him working as hard as      , with his own business that is still       and active 10 years after getting his job as a sweeper.
From this story, we can probably get the inspiration: work hard and give everything your best effort, even if it isn't your         situation, it very well may turn out to        some day in the future.

As our exams were over, my friends and I went to a fast food restaurant. We         hamburgers and Coca Colar at the counter. When our        came, I started walking towards an empty table. By bad luck, my purse strap(帶子) got      on a chair and the tray(托盤) that I was holding slipped      my hands and went flying in the air. The tray, and its contents,     on a man who was just about to     a bite of his sandwich. I stared, greatly      , as the drinks soaked(浸濕) his white shirt.
Then I      my eyes and prepared myself for his burst of       . Instead, he said “It’s OK” to       me before he disappeared into washroom.
Still shaky and unsure      to do next, my friends and I went to a table and sat there, trying our best to look     . A moment later, the man came out of the washroom and        our table. My heart almost stopped     . I though he was going to ask for my father’ s       and call him.
To my surprise, he merely smiled at us, handed us some cash and said, “       yourself new hamburgers.” He then walked        without even finishing his food.
He could have made what was already an uncomfortable situation worse,        he chose a different way and gave us a reason to believe that there is still     in this world. I’ll never       his actions.

WHEN John Gurdon was 15, he ranked last out of the 250 boys in his grade at biology. He also came in last for every other science subject. His teacher wrote in a      : “I believe he has ideas about becoming a      ; on his present showing this is quite foolish.”
Luckily, the teacher’s words didn’t       Gurdon’s love for science. He kept working hard. He went to lab earlier and left       than anyone else.
On Oct 8, 2012, 64 years later, the British professor       the Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine. Japanese scientist Shinya Yamanaka had contributed to the research and therefore       the award.
Gurdon got the honor       his research into cells and cloning. When he was studying at Oxford, he did some       on cells. He took a cell from an adult frog, moved its      , and put them into an egg cell. The egg cell then       into a clone of the adult frog. His research       for the first time that every cell in the body contains the same genes.
At that time, many people       accept Gurdon’s idea. But later it helped to       Dolly the sheep in 1996, the first cloned mammal in history. It also led to important findings in the      use of cells. For example,       from someone’s skin can turn into any type of tissue in the body. This is good news for those       who have diseased or damaged tissue.
Gurdon always remembers the       he had when he was 15. He even put the report on his desk as a daily       to himself.
“When you have      , like an experiment doesn’t work, it’s nice to remind yourself that perhaps you are not so good at your job and the teacher may be      ,” he said.
However, the facts suggest Gurdon is pretty good indeed.

Eighty-year-old retired tailor, James McKay, spent Saturday night in jail after     thirty-year-old Keith Smith over the head       his walking stick. McKay's wife, Laurence told us that while McKay is usually a       person, he had been       to this act of violence by getting wet just once too often.
Smith lives above the McKays and it appears that not only is he a keen gardener, he is also a       collector. Unfortunately for him, the water he sent over his balcony every day ended up on the McKay's, or too often, on the McKays      .
“For the last fortnight, since Smith moved into the flat above us, we have hardly dared to go to our      ,” said Laurence. She added that it wasn't so much the water falling onto their balcony from Smith watering his plant       bothered them, it was more the way he cleaned his fish tanks. “We'd be       there happily reading our newspapers, when       so much water would come from above that we'd be as wet as if we'd       with our clothes on! Neither could we get rid of the       of fish!”
And on Saturday evening it was just too      . “It was James's birthday,” explained Laurence, “and I'd made him a birthday cake. The candles were a great sight as you can imagine, but James didn't get to blow them out.”      , Smith emptied one of his larger tanks over his balcony and both the McKays and the cake were wet      . Rarely had Laurence seen McKay move so fast. “I couldn't       him. He was up there in a flash. It was the fastest I'd seen him move since 1964.”
Smith is not going to take things further with the police. He has also promised to change his       from now on. And what of James McKay?       he left the police station, a large crowd of supporters sang him, “Happy Birthday”. “     the most exciting birthday      !” said the cheerful old man. “The best since my adolescence I'd say!”         

There was a king who loved art very much. One day a(n)      came and said, "Please let me      a picture on a wall." The king happened to have a big new hall      . So he       the artist to work on one of the walls.
At the same time, another artist came and asked to work on the      wall. He promised he would make the same picture as the first artist’s       looking at the first artist’s work. The second artist asked to have a thick curtain       between the two walls       neither of them could see each other.
The following day they began to work. The first artist brought in a(n)       supply of paint, oil, water and so on. The second one came with a       and a bucket (桶).
A month later, the first artist’s work was completed, and the second artist said, "My wall is       too!"
The king went to       the first artist’s wall. He was pleased with it and gave the artist a large       of money. He then asked people to open the curtain.
      ! Each line was       the same as that on the opposite wall.
The king was quite satisfied and gave him double money. However, he       how the second man had made it.
"I just       the wall with the cloth," the man said       .The wall was made of white marble (大理石). He made it shine like a mirror. The reflection (倒影) of the first painting       up on it!
The       is a reflection of you too. If you are sad, the world will be sad. If you are happy, the world will be happy.

Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her three-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new baby. They found out that it was going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael          to his sister in Mommy’s tummy(肚子).He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.
The pregnancy progressed       for Karen. In time, the labor pains came. Soon it was every five minutes ... every minute. But something serious        during delivery. Finally, Michael’s little sister was born. But she was in serious        . With siren(警報(bào)) howling in the night, the ambulance         the infant(嬰兒) to the Intensive Care unit at St. Mary’s Hospital in Knoxville, Tennessee.
     inched by. The little girl got worse. The doctors told the parents, “There is very little hope.” Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery (墓地) about a burial plot. They had        a special room in their home for the new baby — now they planned a funeral.
After two weeks in Intensive Care, it looked as if a funeral would come       the week was over. Michael, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister, “I want to sing to her,” he said. Kids were never          in Intensive Care. But Karen made up her mind to take Michael        they liked it or not. If he didn’t see his sister now, he may never see her alive.
She        him in an oversized suit and       him into ICU. He looked like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse         him as a child, “Get that kid out of here now!” The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually         lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse’s face, saying in a         tone of voice, “He is not leaving until he sings to his sister!” Karen towed Michael to his sister’s bedside. He gazed at the tiny baby       the battle to live. And he began to sing.         the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray…”    the baby girl responded. The pulse rate began to         down and became steady.
“Keep on singing, Michael.” encouraged Karen. “You never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away…”As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's breath became as smooth as a kitten’s purr.
“Keep on singing, Michael.” “The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping…” Michael’s little sister relaxed as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her.
Funeral plans were        . The next day — the very next day — the little girl was well enough to go home!
The medical staff just called it a miracle. Karen called it a miracle of God’s love!

How often do you let other people’s nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver, impolite waiter，rude boss，or an insensitive employee      your day?
One day I was in a taxi and we headed       the airport. We were driving in the    lane when suddenly a black car drove out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his      ，slide sideways，and at the very last moment our car stopped and     the other car by just inches！The driver of the other car looked around and started       at us.
My taxi driver just      and waved at the guy. And I mean he was really      . So I asked，"Why did you just do that? This guy almost ruined your car and sent us to the hospital！”   
This is when my taxi driver taught me what I now call “The Law of the Garbage Truck”. He explained that many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of      , full of frustration，full of anger，and full of disappointment. As their garbage       up，they need a place to dump it and sometimes they’ll dump it on     ．Don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave，wish them well，and move on.
Believe me. You’ll be      ．Don’t take their garbage and      it to other people at work，at home，or on the streets. Life’s too short to wake up in the morning with     ．The mark of your success is how quickly you can refocus on what’s     in your life. Roy Baumeister，a psychology researcher from Florida State University，found in his extensive research that you      bad things more often than good things in your life. You store the bad memories more easily, and you      them more frequently.
So…Love the people who treat you right. Ignore the ones who don’t. Life is ten percent what you make it and ninety percent how you       it！
When you follow “The Law of the Garbage Truck”，you take back control of your life. You make room for the good by     go of the bad. Have a Garbage-Free Day！Have a marvelous，garbage-free day！The seeds you plant today       the harvest you reap tomorrow.

I was doing a big clean-up and my kids were helping. One of my sons came across a handkerchief of mine with a coin inside. I took one look and was immediately   to another time．
In 1991，I had spent five months in Viger(尼日爾)，a hot African country. There were many things I found      about this place—the climate and beggars who      shouted “Cadeau! Cadeau!” It means gift．
One      was a lot worse．One day，a friend and I headed for neighboring Burkina Faso to work in a health clinic．However，a motorbike with two men      slowly．Without warning，one of the men     my backpack as the motorbike swept close by．The bag had my passport，money，an airline ticket and other things precious to me．I was in deep      ．In the weeks that followed I looked at all   with suspicion.
All I wanted was to leave this place．One day，I was stopped by an old woman “Cadeau!” she cried. I’d had enough! I was sick and tired of the country．I told her firmly，“A thief stole all my money and now I can’t get off your country.” The beggar woman listened carefully and     my words．
“Then I will give you a cadeau,” she announced．Kindly，she placed an old brown coin in my palm. I looked at it   ．Living in poverty，she gave me something priceless! I saw then the     beauty of the people of Burkina Faso and    deeply the quiet dignity of the small coin；she turned my perceptions upside down．