Arthur Ashe, an African American, was a great tennis player. In his autobiography (自传) Days of Grace, Arthur Ashe 1 an incident that occurred when he was 17 years old. He was playing in a match in West Virginia. As was often the case, he was the only 2 of color in the match.
One night, some of the kids broke a gate. They completely 3 it and then decided to say that Authur was 4. The incident was reported in the newspapers; Arthur 5 his involvement, but the boys would not change their story. The 6 part for Arthur was worrying about what his father would say and do. He 7 made a phone call.
As he imagined, his father had already learned of the 8. His father's tone was severe. He asked Arthur only one question. “Arthur Junior,” he asked, “all I want to 9 is— were you mixed up in that 10?”
Author a nswered, “No, Daddy, I wasn't.” his father 11 asked about it again. Arthur learned on that day why he had always been encouraged to tell the 12. There would come a time when he must be 13, and this was such a time. Because he had already earned his trust and 14, he knew his father believed him. From that day on he was 15, above all else, to live a life of honesty.
16, we find examples of modern leaders in every field who have less honesty. 17 we do not need saints(圣人)—we need people like you; people who will be known for their 18; people who earn the trust and respect of others, 19 their age or status in life; people who 20 the importance of character. Our world does not need another saint. But it needs you.
There was once a lazy crow(乌鸦). He thought it was too much trouble to 1 food. “Caw! Caw!” he said. “If someone brought me my food every day, I'd be very 2!”
One day, he saw a(n) 3 pigeon(鸽子) flying by. “How happy and well-fed it looks,” the crow said to himself. So the craw 4 the pigeon until they came to a 5. There were some other 6 there too. Before long, an old man came along and brought them a large bag of food. When the man had gone, the crow flew over to the pigeons. “Caw! Caw! ”said he. “Can I 7 you?”
“No, you can't !” 8 the pigeons angrily. “We don't know you.”
The crow went home feeling 9. But he suddenly had a(n) 10. “I'll paint my 11 grey, ”he said, “and then the pigeons will 12 I am one of them.” After he finished the painting, he flew off to the park and was 13 by the pigeons. The crow was so hungry that he got very excited at the food. “Caw! Caw! Give lots to me!” he said loudly. 14, the pigeons found he was a crow. They flew after him and made him 15.
Sadly, the crow flew to his own forest. But when his old friends, the other crows saw him, they asked him to 16. They did not 17 him because of his grey-painted feathers. So the crow felt 18 than before. His own 19 did not want him, and 20 would the pigeons let him into their group.
“What looks easier isn't always so.” the crow said to himself.”I wish I had never painted my feathers grey!”
Several decades of years ago, I ran a service station and roadhouse on the main road between Melbourne and Adelaide. One very cold, wet night at about 3∶30 a.m., there was a 1on the front door of our house. A young man, wet from2 to toe, explained that he had3 out of petrol about 30 km up the road. He had left his pregnant wife and his two children 4 at the car and said that he would hitchhike(搭便车) back.
Once I had 5 a can with petrol, I took him back to his car where his two-year-old and four-year-old children were both6 , saying that they were cold. Once the car had started, I suggested that he 7 me back.
Before leaving, I had turned the heater 8in the roadhouse, so that when we went in, it was nice and9.While the little ones played and ran 10 , I prepared bread and butter for the children, and hot chocolate for the _11_ .
It was about 5 a.m. before they 12.The young fellow asked me how much he 13 me and I told him that the petrol pump(加油泵)had 14 $15.He offered to pay “call-out fee”, but I wouldn't accept it.
About a month later, I received a 15from Interstate, a large bus company that we had been trying to 16 to stop off at our roadhouse for a long time. It 17 out that the young fellow I had helped was its general manager, the most _18 person in the company.
In his letter, he thanked me again and 19me that, from then on, all their buses would stop at my service station. In this 20 , a little bit of kindness was rewarded with a huge amount of benefits.
Growing Up
I fell in love with driving before I could ride a bike. For my second birthday I 1 my first car. It was the most 2car with leaves as fuel and my feet as its engine. I would try to 3 my elder sister or parents to push me and was always waiting for that day 4 I could drive for real.
My sixteenth 5 finally arrived. After all the 6 , I got my permit(驾驶证).7 at it, I couldn't wait to drive. After tons of begging, my dad 8 me to an empty parking area. I sat in the driver's seat, 9and scared. I put one foot on the gas pedal(脚踏板)and 10 on the brake(刹车). "Never use your left foot,, switch(转换) between the brake and gas pedal 11 your right foot only." Dad 12 . That's when I realized I didn't know what I was doing, but I was too excited to13 . Dad and I spent the whole afternoon 14 the basic skills of driving. For the next month I 15 to drive almost every day in all kinds of parking lots, and 16on the road.
Driving is an important 17 in my life. It not only shows I have become more 18 , but also that I have grown up. In some ways I'm still that little girl trying to get my 19 to push her, but now I'm starting to push 20.
I spent last summer volunteering at a hospital. One morning, I was called to a room in which an 1 woman was staying.2she wanted to go to a nearby gift shop, I got a(n)3 and helped her into it, heading for the shop.
When we got there, the shop wasn't 4yet. It was merely a 30-minute wait so we went over to the 5 area and I read her bits and pieces of the newspaper aloud. After 30 minutes, we went into the gift shop. Pushing her around, I could see the 6 on her face as she looked at everything. She happily chose some window decorations and then 7chocolates. She asked me to push her8 that direction. I helped her9all the different chocolate arrangements. She 10 decided on three different boxes.
As she was checking out, she asked the cashier for a 11 and asked me to write the numbers l, 2, and 3 on the boxes. She 12 that the nurses were taking such good care of her, so she 13 chocolates for each of the three shifts of nurses. The moment I wheeled her back up to her room, she gave the 14shift of nurses their box of chocolate, who 15offered some to me before taking some themselves. There were 16 all around.
17her generosity and getting the opportunity to spend time with someone who got so much pleasure from life was a 18 in itself. Gratitude has an amazing way of bringing people 19 especially in a place where health is so highly20.
When I was about 12, I had an enemy, a girl who liked to point out my 1. Week by week her list grew: I was very thin; I wasn't a 2student; I talked too much; I was too3 , always feeling superior to（胜过）others, and so on. I tried to hear all this as long as I could. 4, I became very angry. I ran to my father with 5in my eyes.
He6 to me quietly, and then he asked. “Are the things she says true or not? Janet, didn't you ever 7what you're really like? Well, you now have that girl's8. Go and9a list of everything she said and mark the points that are10. Pay no attention to the other things she said.”
I did11 he told me. To my great12, I discovered that about half the things were true. Some of them I couldn't 13 (like being very thin), but a good number I could – and suddenly I wanted to change. For the first time I went to a fairly 14picture of myself.
I brought the list back to Daddy. He15to take it. “That's just for you,” he said. “You know16than anyone else the truth about yourself. But you have to learn to17, not just close your ears in 18, feeling hurt when something said about you is true, you'll find it of help to you. Our world is full of people who think they know your affairs. Don't 19your ears. Listen to them all, but hear the truth and do what you know is the right thing to do.”
Daddy's advice has always 20 me at many important moments. In my life, I've never had a better piece of advice.
He stood on the comer looking a lot like Santa Claus, a smile on his face and a cup outstretched in his hands. I smiled 1 and asked if he was 2, "Would you like to go somewhere and share a sandwich?" He 3 with a bigger smile and a resounding（夸张的）YES.
His name is Aed. We went together to a comer bakery and then 4 the next hour, he very slowly ate his sandwich, 5 with deep delight on each bite as he 6 his story with me.
He was one of the few hand pruners（修剪树枝者）still trying to work. He spoke lovingly and with deep 7 about all sorts of plants and trees and how to properly 8 them. Much like humans, each one required kindness and 9.
He spoke of his time 10 in Vietnam and how the war forever 11 him. He spoke about a pathway diverged（分开）but then 12. He spoke about his philosophy on life that we all have gifts to 13 and we all have the 14 to be happy even without a place to call home. His blue eyes 15 brighter and brighter.
I asked if I could hug him. 16 resounding YES. And then we hugged a second and third time，each one a bit 17 and a bit more joyful.
Aed gave me a gift that day. It was the gift of his story. We 18 in touch now and again via email; he is a(n) 19 man. So, the next time you see someone on a comer with an outstretched hand, 20 out and gently take it. You may receive the bigger gift.
As I sat motionless on the steps of the pool, watching everyone else swim back and forth, I realized that I had spent most of my life watching others enjoy themselves. It was then that I 1 a little girl staring at me with a look of confusion. I smiled at her, hoping to 2 the ice by talking to her. Unfortunately, my 3 failed and she just kept on staring. My 4 increased as a little boy swam up to me and said, “I feel sorry for you.”
After the 5, a thought struck me, I had to change 6 the world viewed me. Because it was children who stared at me the most, I decided to write a children's book that taught them about 7 in a fun way. This is when KatGirl, a super hero in a 8 who helps children that are being bullied, came into my mind.
I quickly 9 inside my apartment and began creating the story. As I wrote each word, I could 10 my future as a world-renowned author and public speaker. My excitement 11 like wildfire. Over the next two years, the story 12 many changes before it saw the world in the spring of 2011. My perseverance 13 paid off.
One day I was invited to speak to the students at a neighboring school. I confidently wheeled into a classroom filled with students who 14 at me just like the little girl in the pool. “How do you feel when you see me?” I asked them. The kids bravely 15 “I feel sorry for you.”
I opened my book and started reading. Immediately I noticed the children's stares turned to 16.“How do you feel when you see me?” I asked again. Without 17 they replied, “You are so cool! Does your 18 fly too?” I just smiled, “No, not yet, but maybe some day.” I knew in my heart that this was 19. The past two years had proven to me that with 20 anything is possible.
When I was about 12, I had an enemy, a girl who liked to point out my shortcomings. Week by week her list1: I was very thin; I wasn't a2student; I talked too much; I was too3, always feeling superior to（胜过）others, and so on. I tried to hear all this as long as I could.4, I became very angry. I ran to my father with5 in my eyes.
He listened to me6, and then he asked. "Are the things she says true or not? Janet, didn't you ever wonder7you're really like? Well, you now have that girl's8. Go and9a list of everything she said and mark the points that are10. Pay no attention to the other things she said. "
I did11he told me. To my great12, I discovered that about half the things were true. Some of them I couldn't13(like being very thin), but a good number I could – and suddenly I wanted to change. For the first time I went to a fairly14picture of myself.
I brought the list back to Daddy. He15to take it. "That's just for you," he said. “You know16than anyone else the truth about yourself. But you have to learn to17, not just close your ears in anger, feeling18when something said about you is true, you'll find it of help to you. Our world is full of people who think they know your affairs. Don't shut your19. Listen to them all, but hear the truth and do what you know is the right thing to do. ”
Daddy's advice has always20to me at many important moments. In my life, I've never had a better piece of advice.
When I was a boy, every holiday that I had seemed wonderful. My 1took me by train or by car to a hotel by the 2. All day, I seem to remember, I 3 on the sands with a strange 4 child. We made houses and gardens, and 5 the tide destroy them. When the tide went out, we 6 over the rocks and looked down at the fish in the rock-pools.
In those days the 7seemed to shine always brightly 8 the water was always warm. Sometimes we left beach and walked in the country, 9 ruined houses and dark woods and climbing trees. There were 10 in one's pockets or good places where one could 11 ice creams. Each day seemed a lifetime.
Although I am now thirty-five years old, my idea of a good 12 is much the same as it was. I 13 like the sun and warm sand and the sound of 14 beating the rocks. I no longer wish to 15any sand house or sand garden, and I dislike sweets.16, I love the sea and often feel sand running through my fingers.
Sometimes I17 what my ideal (理想的) holiday will be like when I am 18. All I want to do then, perhaps, will be to lie in bed, reading books about 19 who make houses and gardens with sands, who watch the incoming tide, who make themselves 20 on too many ices…
Nothing stays the same for long. Things and people change, often for the 1, it seems, but once in a 2, very much for the better. I grew up on a small farm, living a life that I took for granted. I had a dog and mountains in whichever 3 I looked, and I awoke to the call of birds in the alfalfa (苜蓿) fields. My father worked in the city as a worker. He was quiet and 4. He was not 5 educated, but he was smart, with an engineer's way of looking at problems. He was a man made of leather and chewing tobacco who tried to teach my brother and me useful things, including respect. He also had a 6. I did not like him very much.
One day I came home from school and his car was already there. Once inside, I was told by my mother that he didn't feel well. His back hurt. My father never missed work; in fact, when he came home, he went to work even more. I remember looking secretly around the corner at him as he 7 on his bed in the middle of the day. I was in 8 school. Multiple myeloma, I learned, is a type of blood cancer. It starts in the 9 that normally make antibodies for the body to use in its immune response against 10. When those cells become ill, they make abnormal antibodies like crazy, 11 out the useful ones. As the cancer grows, the person who has it 12. The disease weakens the body's energy, and the abnormal antibodies cause problems for other cells and 13. Over time, bones 14 look like Swiss cheese, and when they break, they may never 15.
For the last year of my father's life, his entire day consisted of rising from his hospital bed in the living room and walking to his chair to sit and think. He was 16 in that chair when I came home one day during the fifth grade. I do not remember where my mother and brother were, but the two of us were17. He asked me to sit down. What followed still moves me these 18 later. He told me about his life, his family growing up, what it was like in the Pacific during World War II, his loves, his heartbreaks. It was as if a pipe had 19, his inner self rushing out to me in a great flood. He had been speaking for maybe an hour or more when I realized that he was doing more than telling. He was asking to be forgiven. All it took was understanding that that was what he needed, and I 20 everything, immediately.
A US bus driver is being praised for the way she helped a passenger get some needed assistance (帮助). In October, bus driver Natalie Barnes started 1 with a passenger named Richard. He told her he had been 2 for a week, since there was a big fire in the place where he had been living and his house was 3.
When he asked if he could 4 along for the night to stay out of the 5, she agreed. "At some point in our lives, everybody needs 6," Barnes said, "I want to do what I could to help Richard in some way." At one point during her shift, she took a 7, at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and 8 to get her passenger something to eat. Richard was 9. "Now I don't know what to say but to say thank you," he said to Barnes and promised to 10 her back somehow.
She 11, saying, "I want to help you." But one act of kindness wasn't 12 for Barnes. During another break, she turned to a friend for help, who helped get Richard into temporary (临时的) 13.
Barnes and Richard became 14 during that six-hour bus ride. Now he has her cellphone number, and they keep in 15.
Helping others comes second nature for Barnes, who has received lots of praise for 16 service since she worked in the MCTS two years ago. She 17 takes peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on the bus to share with people in 18.
In fact, Barnes did what we all need to do to 19 homelessness: to look out for each other, to 20 each other and to work together.
On my first day of the sixth grade, I noticed one little girl called Amy on the school bus. "Don't 1 her," Lauren said, who sat beside me. "Or they will make fun of you."
Amy had many 2 differences - lots of reasons for other kids to make fun of her. Her eyes weren't straight. Her glasses were an inch thick. And she had really ugly teeth.
Every day 3we drove to and from school, kids would shout insults (侮辱) at Amy. "God, what a (n) 4 face! Stop looking at me!" "Mr. Rolland (the driver) ! Amy took off her5, and now her eyes are 6 me! "Make her put them back on! " For a while I shouted my share of insults, just so I would fit in (合群).7, I didn't want them to treat me the same way they treated Amy.
But while I was insulting her, my heart 8 for the girl. I could see that the insults were making her look 9 , because she was so ashamed (羞愧)and alone. Then I wanted to 10 her. I just didn't know how to stop my schoolmates11 the night of our class roller - skating party.
Our whole class was there, including Amy. Amy didn't know how to 12, but I could see how much she wanted to 13 like the rest of us. So I skated over to her and took her by the hand; we began the journey together around the skating rink (溜冰场). She just smiled, and sometimes she would laugh in 14.
On the school bus the next morning there was much news about Amy and me15together, 16 nobody insulted her or me. And they didn't do that for the rest of the year.
After graduation, I never 17 Amy again. However, I never forget her and I have always 18 if I changed her life for the better. But I know for sure she changed my 19 After becoming her friend, I no longer tried to impress (给留下印象)people by trying to 20 like them. I became myself.
There lived a washerman named Bob in a village. He had two 1, a donkey named Bhola and a dog named Moti. Moti was used to 2 Bob's house and Bhola was used to carry the 3 to the river and back home.
One night,when everyone was 4, a thief entered the house. Moti saw him but didn't bark. On 5 this, Bhola asked Moti, "You saw the thief and still didn't bark. What is the 6?"
Moti replied, "You don't have to tell me about my 7. I've been taking care of this house for a long time. But our master doesn't seem to 8 this. He gives me less food and doesn't 9 me well. If I allow this thief to 10, at least our master will understand my worth.
Bhola said, "Don't act like a(n) 11. This is not the time to prove your worth. This is the only time when you can act and protect our master's house. 12 wasting time and wake our master immediately."
However, Moti didn't listen to Bhola. He replied, "Why should I 13 when he has no respect for me? I'm not going to 14 him. If you want,you can do that."
Bhola shouted at him, "You are so 15 You have no gratitude(感激) towards our master. Anyway, I respect our master and I'll warn him about the thief."
Bhola started shouting loudly. Hearing his 16, Bob woke up. Seeing all this, the thief ran away quickly. Bob 17, but he couldn't find anybody. Bob got 18 that Bhola had disturbed his sleep for no reason. He started beating Bhola with a stick. Bhola was left with a lot of 19 all over his body. However, it should be remembered that not all the 20 are right.
It was my first day to Miss Hargrove's eleventh grade. Past "newcomer" experiences had been difficult, so I was very 1to fit in. After being introduced to the class, I bravely put on a smile and took my seat.
Lunchtime was a pleasant surprise when the girls all crowded around my table. They were friendly, so I began to 2. My new classmates told me about the school, the teachers and the other kids. They 3out the class nerd (书呆子) to me: Mary Lou. She was a pretty girl with dark eyes and olive-skin, 4she wore a long woolen skirt and an old-fashioned blouse. She looked stupid. The girls whispered and giggled 5Mary Lou walked by. She ate alone.
After school, the girls invited me to 6 them in front of the school gate. I was thrilled to be a(n) 7of the club. We waited. For what, I didn't know. Then Mary Lou came down the school steps. The girls started making fun of her, shouting rude, biting comments. I 8, then joined right in. Mean remarks fell from my 9. No one could tell I'd never done this before. The other girls stepped back, surprised, but then they started 10 for me. Feeling 11, I pulled on her backpack and then pushed her. Her backpack broke, Mary Lou fell and I backed off. Everyone was laughing. I 12in. I was a leader.
But I was not proud. Something inside me 13. If you've ever picked a wing off a butterfly, you know how I felt.
Mary Lou got up, 14her books and walked away without a tear or saying anything. She held her head 15as blood ran down from her knee. I 16her limp (跛) away down the street.
I turned to leave with my 17friends and noticed a man standing beside his car. He must have been Mary Lou's father—he had the same olive skin, dark hair and handsome look. He remained still and watched the 18girl walk toward him. Only his eyes—shining with both sadness and pride-followed. As I passed, he looked at me in silence with burning tears that reminded me of my 19.
Mary Lou's father's eyes taught me a good lesson that day. I never again hurt someone for my own 20.
Growing flowers from seeds needs both physical work and self-control. One must take care of the seeds, and make sure they get watered on 1 basis and believe they will actually produce flowers beautifully. Thus, 2 beautiful flowers without mistakes is a miracle (奇迹), which needs to be fed,3 and hard work. How does the same thing 4in life?
The miracle I dreamed of was to become an excellent5.I would, to be honest, sit in front motivational speakers as they spoke, 6 one of them would spot something valuable in me and encourage me to follow my 7.I neither said anything nor did anything 8wish. Then one day, I met a professional speaker at a conference I attended. He told me the National Speakers Association 9helps whoever makes up his mind to start professional speaking businesses. Their club was two hours' drive away from my home, and expensive, but I was very 10 to hear of it. Frankly, it didn't matter to be 11or to pay it. I joined it and made my first speech but I 12halfway. I got so angry at myself that after getting home I locked myself in my home to 13making speeches for three days. And I 14 figured out what I would speak on and then tried to improve my speaking 15 . I stuck to it and sincerely said thanks to whoever 16 my shortcomings. All the time, I stopped the negative voice in my head from 17me.
Now five years passed, and a(n）18 was worked. At the age of 53, I became a professional speaker at last. What miracle are you hoping for? What seed do you mean to 19 and then water it, to grow your miracle? If you haven't started, remember to do it now, and the20, the better.
Ann worked for a big company. One of the duties of her job was to go to the post office every day and pick up the company mail. One day in December, she noticed a beggar making himself up as a Santa Claus 1on the corner of the street. Each day she saved her coins and 2 them in his bowl. He would smile and 3 her a Merry Christmas.
At night the temperature dropped below 0℃, but the Santa Claus still stood in the cold wind. After she dropped her coins into his bowl. she handed him a pair of gloves.
A week later, a(n)4Santa Claus was standing there. "What happened to the other Santa Claus?" she asked. He told her, "He's very sick today." She prayed for his health.
Later that day, a colleague came into her office in5. "I don't know what I'm going to do." "What's wrong?" she asked. "It's my ex-husband," her 6 continued. "I don't have any money to buy my boys anything for 7, but my ex-husband refuses to send money to them. It8 my heart that they won't have anything this year." The lady comforted her colleague. "I'm sure everything will 9. It's Christmas. Believe in10. "
That evening, she told her husband about her colleague's11. "I know we don't have much money to help, but I'd like to give her fifty or a hundred dollars. We'll just get ourselves12 this year. Last year we couldn't afford to buy anything for ourselves but we13 had a wonderful Christmas." Her husband smiled. "Give her one hundred dollars. She needs it more than we do."
She reached up and held him. 14 spread through her body. He held her and 15 that there really was a Santa Claus — and he had married her!
It was a hot summer day. The sun was shining brightly and all I could think of was1down with a scoop of my favorite ice cream. I decided to make a quick 2to the newly opened ice cream parlor (冰淇淋店) close by for a mid-day 3.
I ordered my ice cream in a fancy cone and asked the server to 4two tubs of chocolate ice cream for people at home.
5I knew it, I was halfway 6my icy treat and was enjoying the view of the two colorfully prepared ice cream flavors, sitting pretty one next to the7.
Now that my to-go order was 8, I headed to the payment counter to settle the bill. 9, the cashier (收银员) had forgotten to bill my ice cream, 10only for the two tubs.
The next few 11passed by as I debated between doing what was12 — clearing the bill and moving out, and doing what was right —13the mistake. I knew if I didn't bring the mistake in the bill to his 14, my ice cream would be charged against his 15.
That moment, my decision was made and I went and told him 16he had missed.
He looked at me in 17and thanked me profusely for telling the mistake. Had it not been for my 18 telling the mistake, he would have been fined. The smile of relief on his face made me smile, too.
I came out of the ice cream parlor feeling really 19 about myself. I knew that day how wonderful it feels to do what is right 20what is easy.
When Laura Wood's senior year began, she was expecting to talk to the usual handful of members in the Environmental Club of Scarborough.1, she found herself standing in front of 60 of her peers.
The year before Wood took over as 2, the new club was still trying to establish itself. As the first meeting 3, she worked hard to advertise that the club still existed and was looking for 4 members. Her campaign worked. Sixty 5 showed up to hear what Wood would say about helping to improve the local environment.
"It was 6," said Wood. "I really wasn't 7 60 kids, you know, because last year there were only 10. We want to help purchase our school the first 8 minibus. "
Under Wood's direction, the club suddenly started to grow 9. Later, it opened the green bus bank account.
With the club, Wood also collected cans and paper both to raise more money and to help the school reduce 10. This wasn't always an easy job. Wood didn't just pick up 11; she sorted the useful waste out, sometimes after it had been 12 thrown away. "We'd be a little 13 most of the time in the afternoons," said Wood.
By the end of the year they had been 14 about $60 a week by saving the cans and bottles.
This is what Wood usually goes about starting change: quietly but effectively. "She's a 15 kid," said Principal Andrew Dolloff. "She just doesn't do flashy (招摇的) things to get noticed."
During the summer of 2008, I participated in an internship (实习) with Motivos Magazine. On a roasting hot day, I walked up and down Parkway trying to 1 pedestrians to subscribe to Motivos. Sweaty and 2 ,I turned to a fellow intern and said, "I want to be a paid intern" one who receives money for all the work that he does.
Today, as I recall my experience with Motivos, I can 3 say, "I was a paid intern". It paid me with something much more 4 and worthy than money: knowledge, opportunities, and experience that last forever. Jenee, the founder of Motivos, gave me the 5 of how the magazine business operates. She showed me the 6 from rough draft to publishing with a hands-on experience. I was even given the opportunity to spend quality time with a team of professionals and "pick their brains"
Throughout the whole "rough draft to publishing" process, I developed a mutual relationship with a journalist George. He saw some things in me that I had 7 to notice in myself: my resilience and potential, and wanted to write a story on me. With my permission, George published it for the column that he writes for the Philadelphia Weekly. It was really a once-in-a-lifetime experience to have my story told in a public form to 8 positivity and empower whomever it applied to. I was acknowledged and given recognition. More importantly, I gained a better understanding of myself that served as the 9 for my future.
As an experienced intern I must say, "Many internships 10 very well!"
