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    The world always makes way for the dreamer

    When I was twelve years old, my father took me to see Zig Zigler. I remember sitting in that dark hall listening to Mr. Zigler1everyone's spirits up to the ceiling. I 2there feeling like l could do anything. When we got to the car, I turned to my father and said, "Dad, I want to3 people feel like that." My father asked me 4 I meant. "I want to be a motivational speaker just like Mr. Zigler." I replied. A(An)5  was born.

    Recently, I began seeking my dream of motivating others. 6  a four-year relationship with Fortune 100 Company 7as a sales-trainer and ending as a regional(地区的) sales manager, I left the company at the height of my8. Many people were9that I would leave after earning a six-figure income. And they wondered10I would risk everything for a dream.

    I made my 11 to start my own company and leave my worryingless position after12a regional sales meeting. The vice-president of our company made a13 that changed my life. He asked us, "If a god would offer you three wishes, what would they be?" After giving us a(an)14 to write down the three wishes, he then asked us, "Why do you need a 15 ?" I would never forget the power I felt at that moment. I realize that 16 I had accomplished in the past had prepared me for this moment. I was ready and didn't need a god's help to become a motivational speaker. A motivational speaker was17 .

    Having made that decision, I was immediately18 . One week after I gave notice, my husband was laid off from his job, and now we had no 19. But I held fast to my dream. The wonder really began to happen. In a short time my husband found a better job. And I was able to book several 20 engagements with new customers. I discovered the incredible power of dreams.

    I was on vacation with my husband,my brother,his wife and daughter.We were not1with the area and got on a bus,thinking it would be a nice way to see the downtown's old town area.Well,2talking with the bus driver,we didn't find that we were.on the neighborhood route（线路）which3school children and delivers people to various4places.That was a route of over about two hours.That was a surprise and a concern because we5our vehicle in a6parking area and it was going to end.

    We shared this with the bus driver only to let her know we were not from the area and7for getting on her bus by mistake.Then she surprised us8further saying,“I get off shift（换班）after a few more blocks,and if you don't9taking my company car,I'd be happy to take you10to your vehicle before the time end.”The bus driver received permission from her11,so we gratefully said yes to her12.

    She went out of her way to take us back to our vehicle13her shift was over and it wasn't on her route to home either.We were14and grateful for her kindness.15,because she shared some of her16about the school-age children she sometimes had on the bus route,I offered her a few17on how to quiet the children with a skill that would make the ride safer for them18for her.She was so19.It was a wonderful20of kindness!

    One of the most famous Americans in the 19th century was Conwell. One day, a penniless young man went to him saying he wanted to1 a college. Then Conwell decided to build a university for 2 but deserving students. He would 3 a few million dollars. For Dr. Conwell, and anyone with real 4 in life, nothing could stand 5 of his goal.

    Several years earlier, Dr. Conwell was deeply 6 by a true story. It was about a(n)7 in Africa who sold his only land and was 8 about looking for diamonds everywhere but in vain.9he broke down completely and threw himself into a river and 10 Meanwhile, the new owner of his farm in his yard picked up a(n)11looking rock about the size of a country egg and put it on his cap as a sort of curiosity. An jewellery expert passing by spotted the true value of the 12 The farm 13 to be the Kimberly (金伯利) Diamond Mine, the richest the world has 14 known. So we can know that the15farmer was actually standing on it until he sold his farm.

    Everyone is in the middle of our own “Acre of Diamonds”16 we would realize it and develop the ground we are standing on before going off! Dr. Conwell told this story many times and attracted enormous audiences. With talents in speeches he 17 the money to start the college Temple University in Philadelphia.

    When Conwell talked about we being on our own “Acre of Diamonds”, he 18 it. This story does not get 19 -- it will be true forever.20 does not just come along - it is there all the time - we just have to see it.

    While I was twelve, my family moved to a new home on the top of mountain. It was a1house, but life was a little tough there. We could only get2from a nearby spring and the only 3of heat was a wood stove in the kitchen. My Dad had become 4with a back injury so it was up to me and my brother to chop wood for the stove and5home five-gallon containers of drinking water every day. I 6both chores and avoided them whenever I could. For the first few years there, my brother did most of the7

    When he left home for the army8it was up to me to9these chores. At first I 10a lot, but after a while I found that I didn't 11doing them at all. Maybe I became12or maybe I was becoming a little less spoiled. All I13was that it felt good to be able to help Mom and Dad. It made me feel alive.14 and closer to my parents even while 15 was (were) dropping from my face.

    Though many years have passed, I still16those boyhood chores. It isn't the work that matters. It is the way you17when you do the work that matters. In this life we are all going to have 18work of one kind or another. It can bring us misery or19 .When we do our work with all our 20it becomes a gift that we give to ourselves and others.

    Were you happy and a little worried at the time? I thought so. Soon it would be the holidays, but before that, there were year exams. All the1had been working hard for some time, reviewing their lessons for the exams. If they didn't 2, they would have to retake them in September. There were usually a few who 3, but Jane didn't want to be one of them. She had worked hard all year, 4 just before the exams she was working so hard that her sister Barbara was 5about her. She went to bed too 6. The night before the first exam, Barbara 7 that she have an early night and take a 8pill. She promised to wake 9 up in the morning.

    She was not relaxed. As she was falling asleep, Jane was afraid that she might oversleep. Her 10 kept jumping from subject to subject. At last, with the help of 11, she went to sleep. In no time（不久）at all, she was sitting in the examination hall, looking at the examination 12 , but she couldn't answer any of the questions. 13 around her was writing pages and gages. 14she thought hard, she couldn't find anything to write 15. She kept looking at her 16. Time was running out. There was only an hour to go. She started one question, wrote two sentences, 17 and tried another one. With only half an hour left she wrote another two sentences. By this time she was so worried that she started 18. Her whole body shook. It shook so much that she 19 up. She was still in bed and it had all been a 20 dream. A minute later, Barbara called her name.

    When Elinor Ostrom won the Nobel Prize for her research on economic governance in 2009, it was the first (and so far, the only) time a woman won a Nobel for Economics. That prize has 1 for nearly 50 years. We don't do a great job of recognizing women's contributions to science and innovation. My colleagues and I wondered: Is one of the reasons why women are more likely to 2 science than men because they don't receive the same recognition?

    To understand how 3 shapes women's motivation to remain in science, we first had to get a good measure of the motivations. We sought to first study a highly visible 4, prizes, because large prizes tend to be understood and appreciated by the broader public, and they also influence those who make decisions about scientific 5 and other financial support.

    Our study focused on prizes in the biomedical sciences. If we're going to find 6 anywhere in science, it would be in this field. Women have entered biomedicine in equal numbers to men since the early 2000s. 7 this, of all Nobels awarded to women, a full two-thirds have been for biomedical research. Our 8 was simple: we documented all biomedical research prizes we could find over the past five decades. We also considered the financial awards and importance associated with the prizes, as indicators of their 9. Then we measured the percentage of prizes won by women and the association between gender and prize quality.

    Our initial results highlighted overall10 news: the proportion of biomedical prizes awarded to women has risen steadily. But when we looked at the association between gender and quality of prizes awarded, we observed a major difference: on average, women scientists win prizes associated with less money and importance than men do. Importantly, our further research suggests that there's no 11 that the quality or value of women-led research is any lower than that of men, as measured by citations (引用) per article, productivity, or width of research topics studied. 12, women are catching up in terms of number of prizes won, but still fall significantly behind in regard to the importance and monetary awards associated with the prizes.

    The bottom line: while on the surface it may appear that the gender gap has somewhat13 when it comes to science prizes, great injustice is hidden just below. The problem likely 14 beyond the borders of science. In business, for example, prizes and funding for new technology and innovation may follow a similar pattern, helping to explain the phenomenon observed for female entrepreneurs, again 15 by research. This is something worth examining in greater depth.

    I went to a nursing home to visit Marsha every week. She had only months to live. Every time she said1"I hate my father", I would2to persuade her to forgive.3a voice inside me was forcing a question: Isn't there somebody you need to4?

    When I was young, my elder brother John5everything I did. In his eyes, nothing I did was right. I suffered from years of emotional6from him.

    After college graduation, I began my career as a manager in another city, which gave me a ((n))7not to go back home often8I could avoid seeing John. Whenever I phoned Mom, she always provided9on what was going on with him. He didn't have a happy marriage. He lost his job as a bus-driver... But I10to feel sorry for him.

    In my spare time, I chose to be a11. I really felt I was helping12I met Marsha. I told myself to help Marsha, but I was13to help myself first.

    Finally, I14the courage to call my brother. There was15for what seemed a century and I had a strong desire to hang up, but I16. "Correcting you was the17way to show that I cared about you." he18. Then, something brother to brother returned.

    We have stayed in touch and visited each other19since.

    The last time I saw Marsha, she was too weak to talk, but her face was20. I knew what it felt like.

    My neighbor's eight-year-old daughter used to live in the countryside, her native place. Recently her parents1her to town to live with them. Wild and uneducated, she would use2words when she was angry. Sometimes she went so far as to3on the ground, to the4of all people around. Her parents tried to5her by beating and kicking. However, she became more6. Finally they became thoroughly7with her.

    One day their next-door8, a retired teacher, gave the girl a snow-white dress, which was very9. It immediately caught the girl's10and made them shine brightly.

    The girl put on the dress and became quite a11person. She no longer acted rudely or hit others. She12seldom rolled on the floor. She knew running wild was not13for her in a beautiful dress. Since then, the girl had been14, neat, and lovely.

    The story set me15a lot. Perhaps everyone has a beautiful dress16somewhere in his or her heart. Only some people are not aware of it,17it or take no notice of it.18is a powerful force or weapon — that's something19by many of us. It can arouse fine qualities that humans are20with but have so far hidden somewhere. It has a soul-shaking influence that is indeed unmatched.

    When our girls are brave, they are free to explore in their learning and in life. That exploration leads to the

1 of their talents and passions. On Saturday night we saw one of our students act so bravely that it took my 2 away.

    One of the lead characters of our show, Blue Stockings, was played by a science teacher, Ben Walker. 3, Ben broke his nose very badly when playing football on Saturday and consequently couldn't 4. Ella Jones, a year-eleven student and part of the cast, who 5 to rest on Saturday, was 6 to play Ben's role.

    Think about that. She had three hours' 7, playing a role of a 8 she had never played before, in front of the audience who paid for it. And if she couldn't 9, the impact of the whole play would be diminished (减弱). It was not the end of the world, but it would be 10 for all concerned.

    I would have 11. But Ella rose to the 12. She said, "I was astonished; 13, I figured the show must go on and I wanted to 14. I wasn't scared 15 I arrived at the theatre and realized how much there was to 16. It wasn't just about lines, but it was about the stagecraft (舞台表演技巧). I was 17 about the other actors because I know how 18 it is to perform a role with someone who isn't as invested, especially if it is an emotional scene."

    Asked how the show 19, Ella said, “It was amazing, and the audience seemed to love the male character I played for the first time." She added, "Just because you're scared doesn't mean you can't be 20. Anyway, I made it."

    I was an unlucky nurse who had to work on Christmas Day. It was always1in the emergency room on this day; so I was not expecting any patients. When I was complaining about 2on such a beautiful festival, five people showed up at my desk—a pale woman and four small children.

    "Are you all sick?" I asked in a(an) 3way because they seemed all right.

    "Yes," the women answered 4 and lowered her head.

    But when they started to present their problems, things got a little vague. Two of the children had headaches, 5 the headaches weren't accompanied by the normal body language such as holding the head. Two children had earaches, but neither of them could tell me 6 ear in pain. The mother complained of a cough but seemed to be 7.

Something was wrong, but I didn't say anything but explained that it might take a while 8a doctor could meet them. “Take your 9, please.” the mother responded. Then, I checked their charts —-no address. Suddenly I knew they were homeless and the hospital was 10.

    I looked out at the family, gathering together under by the Christmas tree, smiling and      11with each other sweetly. Quietly, I went back to nurses' station and told them that we had a homeless12 in the waiting room. It was just like God sending us a 13on Christmas Day. The nurses' station suddenly came back to14. All the nurses went into action, just as we did when there was a real 15emergency. But this one was a “Christmas emergency”.

    We 16our meals for our Christmas “patients”. We also put together oranges and apples 17presents. Usually we just tried to18the physical needs of our patients. But today, we worked hard to exceed(超越) the needs of a family who only 19a warm place on Christmas Day.

    Later, when the family was leaving, the four-year-old came back, gave me a20, "Thanks for being our angels today." she whispered in my ear.

    I come from a broken family that many would consider dysfunctional (失衡) at the very least: marriage, divorce, etc. After we grew up. my three siblings and I could go years 1 speaking.  And that is where this story 2.

    My sister Jeanne and I were born only 14 months 3. but by the time we were teenagers We had lost 4. By age 19, I had moved away from our home in Wisconsin to live on my father's horse farm in Virginia. We lived separate and our connection somehow ended.

    Fast-forward about five years, I was 24 and on 5 with my fiance (未婚天) to New York City, a place I had never been to.

    During a day of sightseeing, we were crossing a very 6 street loaded with people. I had laughed at something my fiance said, and I 7 heard my name yelled from somewhere around me: "Cheryl! "I 8 in my steps in the middle of the roaD. Tears 9 in my eyes. I knew without a  10that it was my sister Jeanne. I yelled back before even turning to look. "Jeanne? It was her.

I later asked how she'd known it was me—she 11 saw me! She said it was my 12. I wouldn't say my laugh is all that 13 , but I guess to a family member it's infectious. It 14 your heart and resonates (共鸣) in your mind.

    Since that time, my sister and I have never been 15We both moved back to Wisconsin.  We 16 daily. Many years have passed, and we are now in our 50s. But our meeting 17wasn't just a sign. I see it as more of a 18 , a reminder not to lose touch with loved ones. It is too easy to remain 19. After our sister-to-sister 20 , I don't plan to let that happen again.

    A heavy snow hit my neighborhood the other day. I had recently agreed to be the house's groundskeeper, which meant I was1 with shoveling(铲)the inches of snow that covered the driveway.

    I had to stay in the house during the 2,so I was actually pretty happy to head3After shoveling for about an hour, muscles in my arms and legs which I 4 used due to my busy schedules started to burn. By the time I finished shoveling, I realized that I gained nearly the same amount of 5 that I can get from biking. Shoveling turned out to be pretty good exercise, so I actually felt 6 to finish shoveling.

    A few days later, a few friends and I got into a casual 7 about how hard it is to spare time to exercise8.There are lots of people who dislike gyms. Going to gyms 9 them a lot. Less than 5%of adults are physically 10for half an hour a day, which is quite a big problem. Not exercising enough can 11diseases like heart disease, bone disease, and depression.

    And yet, compared with going to gyms, shoveling snow was quite 12.Besides, it didn't take too much willpower(意志力)and I just needed to 13 the driveway at my own pace. I can just do some daily tasks like shoveling for exercise in the neighborhood in my spare time 14 driving to a gym.

    People pay much money for gym memberships and classes to 15 extra energy. So why not 16paying the fitness industry to exercise and 17 physical fitness with such kind of daily chores? Surely, they're better off 18 that money and putting the energy to practical use.

    A neighborhood can have a Facebook group where people in need of help can 19 things on it. Then, people who want to exercise can help them out. It's a win-win situation. In addition to helping people, this can also be shaped as a new20 to keep fit.

    It was many years ago. I was a1father on my way home to my wife and baby boy after spending all day2college classes. I had gone back to school to get a degree in education. I wanted to secure a3job that would help me to build a better life for my growing family. It was a two-hour round trip to the4, so every day I would pray for my 20-year-old car to5it all the way.

    As I started down a lonely stretch of highway about 12 miles from my home I 6 a car parked along the side of the road with its emergency flashers7. A small woman was struggling to8a flat tire. This was long before the age of cell phones9I knew that any other help might not arrive for a while. I10behind her car and offered to give her a hand. Her own hands were bruised (擦伤的) and11from struggling with the lug nuts (四方螺帽) and she had tears of frustration in her eyes. The lug nuts were rusty (生锈的) and12and the lug wrench (单向扳手) a little small, but after a while I got the flat off and the13tire on. As I said goodbye the little lady hugged me with tears of14 this time. I waved and drove off a little embarrassed at her15. After all, it had just been one kind act.

    It took me a lot of years after that to learn the true16of one kind act. One kind act can change the world. One kind act can teach more17than a million words. One kind act can save a lost soul and heal (治愈) a18heart.

    Never pass up the possibility of using your own19to make this world a better place. Every day we are given the choice to be20or kind. Always choose to be kind.

My mind seems always to return to the day that I met Carl. The city bus stopped at Centennial Drive to1the daily commuters (往返者). When boarding the bus, I luckily 2a seat near the back.

When sitting down, I began to read the book On the Road I'd been3. The man next to me then asked if I'd read any other books like that one from the same era. When I said yes, he seemed to become4.

He5himself as Carl and told me he used to play the trumpet in jazz clubs. He asked if I like jazz, and I told him that I didn't really listen to it.6Carl to tell me that I should listen to "real7", I was shocked when he just8and smiled, saying, "You9me of myself when I was your age. I remember how my parents10jazz, how they couldn't see how I could listen to 'that awful11.' I bet your parents say the 12thing, don't they?" Now it was my turn to smile, saying how right he was.

All the way, the more we talked, the more13I became at how much the two of us really had in common, despite the age14. Finally, Carl got off at his stop, and mine was soon after. I haven't seen him since then, but the15of our connection that day16leaves my mind.

Carl really made me17how much we can learn from each other if we just break through the barriers we've got. Carl18me that we should make an extra19to try and get to know the people around us, regardless of age, race or anything else. If we all understand each other, the world would be a much better place that we could20together.

Back on the first day of school, Ms. Ryan told all the children that at the end of the year there would be a class party. Everyone was very excited.

Slowly but 1, fall turned into winter and winter turned into spring. Soon it was time to 2 the party. Ms. Ryan posted a list of things for students to bring. All the food would be 3 with everyone. Logan 4 cupcakes.

One night, Mom said to Logan, “I can't believe tomorrow is the 5 day of school. How time 6!” Logan dropped his fork. “Oh no!” he cried. “I 7 to tell you before, but tomorrow is the class party. I'm 8 to bring cupcakes for everyone.”

Logan's mom 9. “Logan, I don't think there's enough time to 10 cupcakes before bed. You'll have to go to the party 11 cupcakes. Next time, please let me know sooner.” “I'm sorry,” Logan sniffed, trying to 12 his tears.

“Well,” Mom 13 him, “I guess we have time to bake the cupcakes, but they will be too 14 to put icing on them tonight. The icing will melt. But I have a(n)15.”

Immediately Logan and Mom set to work. Mom cracked the eggs 16 Logan added the oil. Together they mixed the batter(面糊) and 17 it into the cupcake pan.

While the cupcakes were in the oven, Logan asked, “What about the icing?” Mom pulled out brightly colored sprinkles(糖屑). “I know we 18 use these for ice cream, but you can pack them with the cupcakes and let your friends 19 cupcakes. How does that sound?”

Logan smiled. His classmates would 20 to decorate their own cupcakes. “It sounds great!” said Logan. “Thanks, Mom. You're the best.”

For several years, we lived at the end of a long Texas country road. Every evening when I was away from home on business, my little boy would ask permission of his mother to take his black 1 and his daddy's walking stick, to make the half-mile 2 from the house to the fence which 3 the beginning of the dirty driveway.

One day, I was busy with my business and was 4 for about an hour, completely forgetting about the 5 little boy down the road who might be 6 for his daddy.

On my way home, the rain was so thick that I could not 7 ten feet in front of me. All I could 8 was finishing my journey and getting out of the rain. 9 , the downpour began to abate(减弱). It was only a drizzle(细雨) by the time my car turned the last 10 and approached the final street between me and a warm home and nice meal.

11, I caught sight of my little boy, who was 12 an umbrella in one hand, a walking stick in the other, and was wearing the biggest and most beautiful smile ever to lighten the 13 of a little boy.

As I stopped the car and 14 the door, he ran into my arms and held me long and hard. He was wet and 15 with cold, but he never 16the rain, nor the hour-long wait. He simply said, "Daddy, I missed you. I am so glad you are home."

Last year, we 17 to a wonderful new home provided for a special season in our lives. We no longer have a long country road. 18 , I have never forgotten the rainy day and the little boy and his black dog. Often, perhaps a thousand times, that 19 has occurred in my mind20all events in our lives, it happens once, and must be treasured.

Throughout my childhood, I felt the need to be in control. However, the need came to a sudden 1 during my trip to Puerto Rico, where spanish is an official language. On the trip, the combination of travel and 2 me that freedom doesn't come from being in 3 but rather from fully engaging in my surroundings.

I stood on the hotel balcony in Old San Juan, 4 the long street that led to the ocean. Voices in 5 from the street market far below reminded me of how 6 this place was from my home. I decided it was time to 7.

I kicked my soccer ball gently as I walked. Near one of Puerto Rico's famous castles, I saw a group of Puerto Rican boys standing in a circle 8 a small, flat soccer ball. Making eye contact with one of the boys, I passed my ball over and 9 them. As we played, I gradually began to understand something.

My 10 need for control had come from growing up with strict parents, coaches and expectations from my school and community. I 11 for control wherever I could get it. I thought every move in soccer games, which made me less creative and often 12 the team.

This experience made me 13 my struggle for control was 14 me. I learned that when I open myself up to others, I am free to earn this rare state of 15 in which I can freely express myself.

Daniel Hernandez always knew he wanted to help people. He felt 1 by the good deeds that responsible lawmakers can do, so in his junior year at the University of Arizona, he declared a major in 2 and began volunteering in political campaigns. One of his heroes was his local congresswoman, Gabrielle Gi ffords.

He was 3 when he was picked for an internship (实习) with her, and he gladly 4 a part-time sales job for the chance to work on her team. So 5 was he that he started work four days early. On the first day, he was told to 6 people and guide them into a queue so each could get a photo 7 with the congresswoman.

At 10:10 a.m., Daniel heard loud popping sounds. "Gun!" someone 8. He heard people screaming and saw some 9 to the ground. Daniel was standing 30 feet away from Giffords when she was shot. In 10, he was at her side.

Everywhere around him was 11, but Daniel willed himself to remain 12. "I tried to tune everything out and keep an intense 13. I didn't want to let my emotions become part of the problem."

Giffords was lying on the sidewalk; blood was streaming down her face from a bullet 14 to her head. Gently, Daniel lifted her into a sitting position against his shoulder 15 she wouldn't choke on her blood. Then, with his bare hand, he applied 16 to the wound on her forehead to slow the flow of blood. She was 17, so he calmed her and told her all would be fine.

Nineteen people fell victim to a crazy man with a deadly weapon that day. Six people died. Giffords, though seriously wounded, 18 — partly because of Daniel's quick and selfless actions. Recalling that day, he 19 it simply. "Sometimes, I wonder if there was a 20 for me to be there."

It was a summer evening almost 30 years ago. I was rocking my baby boy in my arms and when he fell asleep I put him 1 down into his crib for the night. My wife, tired out from a long day of work, was half napping and half watching TV in the living room. Not caring for the 2 , I poured myself a glass of iced tea in the kitchen, took a lawn chair off our porch (门廊) and walked into the front yard to 3 the stars. 

As soon as I stepped onto the yard, I heard the sweet sound of 4 floated through the air. On the hill next to our house, the neighbor's children were 5 fireflies (萤火虫), hoping to catch one in a jar. I sat down in my chair and watched them for a while. They ran very fast, 6, they couldn't seem to catch the slow moving lightning bugs.  7, exhausted they both sat down in the grass and 8watched the little guys flying through the air, blinking their lights on and off. I drank my tea and joined them in their 9. It felt so good getting to see one of many miracles lighting up my front yard on a 10 night. It made me feel a part of something far greater than myself. 

Over the years since then, I have appreciated and 11 all of the glorious light in this world. I have taken it into my heart and welcomed it into my soul. I have found it in nature, books, music, animals, prayer, and most of all in the lives of those around me. I have never tried to catch this 12, however. I have learned that true light and true love must come from 13. It must flow freely between us and can't be 14in a jar. The next time you see some fireflies then, take a seat and enjoy their light. Let them remind you to shine your own light as well. Let them remind you that you, too, are one of the 15 in this world. 

I was visiting Costa Rica when I found myself in a bad situation: all my bank cards weren't 1 abroad, and I only had $5 and a return ticket in two weeks. Back then, there were no cellphones or Internet. It was 2 who came to my rescue to get me home.

I thought the city dangerous and decided to find kind people in the 3. With my remaining coins, I 4 to the bus station and found a countryside that I could 5. Five hours later, I arrived at Santa Rosa. I went knocking door to door, 6 my situation with my very poor Spanish, 7 everyone pointed me to another house.

Finally, I 8 a Chinese restaurant. The owner was extremely 9. She heard my story and felt 10 for me. She said her son had a similar 11. At that time, some other people were very kind to him, and she remembered how

12 that made her feel. She invited me in, gave me food, and called the Red Cross to 13 me. I spent my remaining days in Costa Rica with the head of Red Cross.

I realized that being able to receive kindness is a 14 for other people as well. And kindness 15 more kindness in small ripples (波纹).