My first lesson is at a meeting. As we settle around the table I hear Meg, who is1a recent operation, talking to Judith, the manager of our project. “Thank you so much for2 my daughters to their dance lessons last week.” “Don't mention it,” Judith says, “It was nothing.”
Knowing how 3Judith's schedule is, with her work, kids and aging parents, I find her driving Meg's children to lessons unbelievably 4. I am about to say more about this when Donna, another colleague, enters the room5. She apologizes for being late, saying she just hosted a lunch for her friends who are over seventy. “That is so nice of you,” I say, 6 how busy she is, how she doesn't like to cook and clean. “Oh,” she says, waving her hand, “It was nothing.”7, I can still tell the 8in her voice. She did gain a sense of satisfaction from the entertainment offered to her friends.
Seeing their 9 to help others selflessly, I start thinking about the concept of “nothing”, this way of living—had it really been nothing or are they simply saying that? It 10to me that once I spent a whole afternoon after work helping a friend 11a speech she was going to deliver. I12 her to rearrange the sequence of the stories in the lecture to make it sound more 13. After the fifth try, she finally 14it . She hugged me with15, saying thanks to me. I smiled and said it was nothing.
Suddenly, I realized that helping someone was really something to me. I learned that giving from the heart doesn't 16 mean sacrifice and hard work. The 17is finding something we love to do and finding someone who18 that something. Our generosity can benefit others19 ourselves. Once you have a good 20of it, it's nothing. And it's really something.
Not a lot of people know that helping others can be1at the same time, because the joy you get from helping others is really worth the trouble you take to do it.
I live in a city with a lot of homeless people. Fortunately there are always small ways of helping them and you needn't have a lot of2. One way to help is to buy their monthly magazine. 3doing this one day, I got to4a homeless young man. He was often5the magazine at the train station. Later I got to know that he was a poor farmer from another country. After a while, I also discovered that his6was close to mine. It7that we were born in the same month.
I met him last year8after his birthday, and after9him, without10too much, I asked if he had had a good day. He11his head and said that he had not really celebrated it. I felt so12. I just couldn't bear the thought of this nice young man being alone on his 25th birthday with no presents, no cake,13at all. So I went home and looked in my yarn (纱线) basket. 14for me, I had enough yarn left. I set to work and knitted a15for the young man. The yarn had become a little dirty16I didn't knit very often. Then I washed the yarn so the scarf would be17when he got it.
I met him on my own birthday as I was going shopping. I had18to meet him so I had19the scarf and a piece of birthday cake around with me. He was very happy with these gifts and so was I. The20in his eyes was the best present he could have given me.
Lightning flashed through the darkness over Sibson's bedroom skylight（天窗）.Sibson was shaken by a clap of thunder 1 he knew what was happening. The storm had moved directly 2 his two-story wooden house. Then he heard the smoke alarm beeping.
Sibson rushed down the stairs barefoot to 3 ; he opened the door to the basement（地下室）, and flames 4 out. Sibson ran back upstairs to call 911 from his bedroom. “I felt 5 because the room had a separate outdoor stairway,” he explains.
But the phone didn't work, and when he tried to go down the outdoor stairway, he was 6 by a wall of flames. Sibson realized he was trapped（困住）.
Sibson's house was three kilometers 7 the main road and was so well hidden by trees that he knew calling for help would be 8 .
Up a hill nearby lived Sibson's neighbor, Huggons. He was lying in bed when something like a smoke alarm 9 his ears. He jumped out of bed, took his 10 and flashlight, and headed down the hillside toward the 11 . That was when he saw the rolling heavy smoke.
Huggons dialed 911, and the operator warned him not to 12 the house. But Huggons said, “There is no way I am going to listen to Sibson 13 and die in that fire.”
“Anyone there?” Huggons called out. Then he heard “Help! I'm trapped!” coming from the second floor balcony（阳台）. He entered the house, but soon had to run back to catch his 14 .
After one more 15 inside the house, Huggons gave up and 16 around back.
The wind parted the smoke just 17 for him to catch sight of Sibson. But there was no way to get to him. He 18 the flashlight into the woods and noticed a ladder. He took it over to the balcony and 19 Sibson down just as the second floor of the house fell off.
Sibson is still 20 when he tells the story. “ I was alone that night,” he says. “Then I heard the most beautiful sound in my life. It was Huggons.”
One morning all the employees reached the office as usual. And on the wall they saw a big1on which it was written: Yesterday, the person who has been2your growth in this company passed3We invite you to join the funeral prepared in the4.
In the beginning, they all got5for the death of one of their colleagues.6after a while they started getting7to know who was the man that limited the growth of his colleagues and the company itself.
The8in the gym was such that security agents(保安) were9to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin(棺材), the more the excitement10up. Everyone whispered to each other: “11on earth is this guy?”
One by one the excited employees got closer to the coffin, and when they12inside it, they13became speechless. They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in14, as if someone had15the deepest part of their soul.
There was a 16inside the coffin; everyone who looked inside it could see himself. There was also a sign next to the mirror that17: there is only one person who is18to set limits to your growth: IT IS 19!!!!!! Your life doesn't change when everyone around you changes. Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs inside. Don't be afraid of20; build yourself and your reality. It's the way you face life itself that makes the difference!
My class and I visited Chris Care Center in Phoenix, Arizona to comfort the old people who needed a little cheering up during the holiday season.
The first two 1 there were for persons requiring help in taking care of themselves. We sang 2 for them. They loved our sweet songs and the flowers that we left with them.
As we were 3 on the third floor for old people with Alzheimer (老年痴呆症), most of them 4 off at the walls or floor. However, one lady 5 my eye. She was sitting by the door, in a wheelchair, singing songs to herself. They weren't the songs that we were singing, at least they didn't 6 like that. As we got 7 with each festive song, she did as well. The louder we got, the louder she got. 8 she was singing, she was also 9out to us with her hands and body. I knew that I should have gone over to her, but I thought that my 10 were to my students. People who worked at this center could 11 her, I thought. Just when I stopped feeling 12 about not giving her the attention she needed, one of my students, Justin, showed me what the holiday season is really about.
Justin also 13 the same lady. The difference between us is that he 14 on her needs, but I didn't. During the last song, "Silent Night," Justin walked over to her and held her hand. He looked this aged lady in her 15 and with his actions said, "You are important, and I will take my 16 to let you know that."
This tired, elderly lady stopped singing and held his hand. Then she touched his cheek with the other hand. Tears began to fall down her face. No 17 can completely describe that touching moment.
It 18 a boy to teach me, a man, about kindness and love. Justin's example of a complete, selfless attitude 19 another was a lesson that I will never forget. He was the teacher that day, and I consider myself 20 to have witnessed his lesson.
I did very badly at school. My headmaster thought I was 1 and when I was 14 he said, "You're never going to be 2 but a failure."
After five years of 3 jobs, I fell in love with a very nice middle-class girl. It was the best 4that could have happened to me. I 5 I wanted to do something positive (积极地) with my life because I wanted to prove to6 that what people said about me was 7. Especially her mother, who had said to me, "Let's 8 it, you've failed at everything you've ever done." So I tried hard with my9 and went to college. My first novel (小说)10 while I was at college.
After college I taught during the 11 in high schools and attended evening classes at London University, where I got a 12 in history. I became a lecturer at a college and was thinking of 13 that job to write full time 14 I was offered a part-time job at Leeds University. I began to feel proud of myself — 15 was a working-class boy who'd 16school early, now teaching at the university.
My writing career (职业) took off when I discovered my own style. Now I'm rich and 17, have been on TV, and met lots of film stars. 18 what does it mean? I 19 wish all the people that have put me down had 20: "I believe in you. You'll succeed."
I find it interesting sometimes that even the most ordinary occurrences can have an impact on our awareness.
My wife, daughter, and I moved into our home nine years ago and we 1 a lot of time and energy in the yard to getting it looking like it does today. We 2 on a corner, higher than street level, and the entire side of the yard is 3 by a professionally built rock wall. We did the best to put what we had into 4 and called this area our “rock garden”. Whenever we had flowers or plants, my wife Denise or I would stick them out and plant them in the “rock garden”, just to bring some 5 to the area.
I still do all of my own yard work, even the 6 weed-pulling. After 7 my knee pads, I assume the 8 to clear the yard of weeds, even in the rock garden.
Last summer I had reached the end of the rock garden and found a tiny little 9 that I could not 10 identify. I knew I didn't plant it and Denise 11 that she didn't either. We decided to let it continue growing until we could 12 what it was.
Weeks passed and 13 I made my way back to the mystery plant, it appeared to be a sunflower. It was 14, looking with a tall thin stalk (茎) and only one head on it. I decided to 15 it and weed around it. As I 16 rocks from the area to get to the weeds, I noticed something 17. The sunflower had not started where I saw the stalk begin. It actually had begun under a big rock and 18 under and around it to reach the sun.
That's when I realized that if a tiny little sunflower didn't let a big rock stand in its way of developing, we too have the 19 of doing the same thing. As long as we try, we can find ways to go under or around our big 20 in order to reach our desires.
I still keep the photo taken by my mom and treasure it as my life. That was many years ago when I was taking summer 1 in college and was moving into an apartment. I was carrying two 2 with everything that I was going to need to 3 the 6 weeks of classes. It is the last time I can remember ever traveling that 4.
Since then my possessions have 5. Though most of them like my furniture are 6, there are occasions when I feel 7 down by all of them. I am sure that I will need two trucks rather than two suitcases if I ever 8 again.
One thought, however, brings me 9. It is the knowledge that when I make my 10 journey from this world-I am dead, I won't 11 any of those things with me. The only things I will take with me will be what I have packed in the suitcase of my 12. I will be carrying with me every 13 thing I ever did, every loving thought I ever shared, and every bit of 14 I ever brought into this world to make others laugh. I will be carrying all the goodness I gave to others, all the15 I was able to share, and all the joy I created. These things won't be weighing me down. Instead, I will be surely 16.
As you are 17 for your own final trip-completely prepared, make sure that you should not make your 18 heavy. Make sure that the belongings in your home 19 take second place to the love in your heart. When you 20 it in Heaven, God and all His angels will smile.
I learned my first lesson at a meeting. As we sat around the table I heard Meg, who was 1 a recent operation, talking to Judith, the manager of our project. "Thank you so much for 2 my daughters to their dance lessons last week." "Don't mention it," Judith says, "It was nothing."
Knowing how 3 Judith's schedule is, with her work, kids and aging parents, I found her driving Meg's children to lessons unbelievably 4. I was about to say more about this when Donna, another colleague, entered the room 5. She apologized for being late, saying she just hosted a lunch for her friends who are over seventy. "That is so nice of you," I say, 6 how busy she was, how she didn't like to cook and clean. "Oh," she said, waving her hand, "It was nothing."7, I could still tell the 8 in her voice. She did gain a sense of satisfaction from the entertainment offered to her friends.
Seeing their 9 to help others selflessly, I started thinking about the concept of "nothing", this peaceful and generous way of living—had it really been nothing or were they simply saying that? It 10 to me that once I spent a whole afternoon after work helping a friend 11 a speech. I 12 her to rearrange the sequence of the stories in the lecture to make it sound more 13. After the fifth try, she finally 14 it. She hugged me with 15, saying thanks to me. I smiled and said it was nothing.
Suddenly, I realized that helping someone was really something to me. I learned that giving from the heart doesn't 16 mean sacrifice and hard work. The 17 is finding something we love to do and finding someone who 18 that something. Our generosity pan benefit others 19 ourselves. Once you have a good 20 of it, it's nothing. And it's really something.
I was born legally blind. Of all the stories of my early childhood, the one about a1is my mother's favorite.
I was only two when the2occurred. We had just arrived home from a trip. Mom lifted me out of the car and3to speak to the driver. I took advantage of my brief4to dash across the lawn(草坪) — and hit a large maple tree! I was running so fast that I bounced off the trunk and landed on my backside. Mom5me to start crying, but I just sat there for a minute. Then I6myself up and kept right on going.
Mom loves to use this story as an7. It reminds her that children don't enter life8to take risks or unwilling to9again when they fall down. She never wanted me to lose that toughness as I grew older. When I10my major life decisions, I was still that little girl tearing full-speed across the lawn. I studied abroad and later moved away from my parents' home to look for a11. Through years of12, I have become a respected teacher in a school serving high-need students.
We are almost certain to get13at some point during the process of achieving our goal. When that happens, don't sit in the grass and14. Just get up and keep on going. It will all be worth it15.
How I Failed My Oxford Interview
As soon as the words left my mouth I knew I'd1. "You think Jane Austen is... soft?" The man opposite me asked in disbelief. Then, he and his colleague took turns to2my claim, finishing each other's sentences as they stressed Austen's novels were, in fact, savage.
"I just mean..." I said in a3voice, trying to keep the tone light, "that she's not as biting as Virginia Woolf."
The two professors patted this idea around, too, like a couple of cats toying with a frightened bird—giving 4 examples of how Austen's work was, 5, more biting than Woolf's. With no more defensive action to take, I simply smiled and said, "Let's just agree to disagree, shall we?" And at that moment, my dreams of going to Oxford university6in a puff of smoke.
Part of my problem, in hindsight was a lack of confidence.7I was a straight A student and had prepared for the interview to the best of my ability, I wasn't a skilled debater. When faced with two experts who told me that I was wrong, instead of defending myself, I rolled over and accepted8.
To pass the interview, you need confidence, of course. You also need a9 passion for your subject, not just a keen interest. In other words, don't put comments on your personal statement that you don't have10for your in-person backup.
So, months later, I already knew the contents of my thin envelope when it appeared on my doormat. 11, I felt a pang of disappointment. I had wanted to go to Oxford since I was 13. I used to look up images of my favorite college with the same12of a bride-to-be browsing wedding dresses.
Ultimately, I didn't have what it took—but, looking back, that was13a bad thing. Instead of going to Oxford, I found a university that was a better fit for my interests. I loved my eclectic course, where I could write an essay comparing Jane Eyre to 50 Shades of Grey.
Failing my Oxford interview also provided a valuable life lesson. I'm now more confident in my opinions, more passionate when it comes to debate, and I try to back up my points with14evidence. What's more, I had never since ended a discussion by giving a 15smile and saying," let's just agree to disagree, shall we?"
On his knees, a cute boy is packing the sand into a bucket at a beautiful beach. He turns the bucket upside down and 1 it. To the 2 of the little architect, a castle tower is created. He works all afternoon packing the walls, building sentries (哨兵) with bottle tops and bridges with sticks. And a sandcastle will be built.
In a big city with 3 streets and traffic, a man is working in an office. He packs papers into piles, holds the phone between his 4 and shoulder and 5 the keyboard with his fingers. Contracts gets signed and to the joy of the man, a 6 is made. His pension will be sentries and capital gains will be 7 . An empire will be built.
The two builders of the two castles have very much 8. They both 9smallness into greatness. They both make something beautiful out of 10 . And for both, the tide will rise and the 11 will come. Yet that is where the 12 stop. The little boy sees the end of his castle while the man 13 it. As the dusk approaches and waves near, the child 14 to his feet and begins to clap as the waves wash away his 15 . There is no sorrow, no 16 and no regret. He smiles and goes home.
The man in his office is not very 17 like the child. As his empire is fading, he is terrified, trying to 18 it. "It's my castle!" He 19 at the incoming tide.
Go ahead and build your dreams, but with a child's heart. When the sun 20 and the tides take, just applaud. Salute the process of life and go home with a smile.
My old college dorm room had no computer, no cell phone and no television. The heater never kept the room 1enough in the winter either. I can2remember sitting and shaking in one of those hard chairs, 3to read and understand Shakespeare with my half frozen feet4under my bed blankets.
Still, that tiny5was my home for several years. It was the place where my roommate, my friends and I would6to talk about the professors we liked, the classes we hated and what we hoped to do in our7. It was there that we discussed the8in understanding literature.
Shakespeare even seemed9. It was there that we listened to music,10our families and helped each other laugh the11away.
Living in that little room for all those years12me a few things too. It showed me that no matter where you are, you can still13your home in your heart. Even during the hardest times there, the love of my family lived14me. That love inspired me to do my best in school, to help my friends and to find15in each day. With16I found that the smallest hut became a home full of17, while without love the costliest castle would feel cold, empty and alone.
May you always carry your home18in your heart then. May you always fill each place you live with love, 19and joy. The price of your place doesn't matter, but the love you20in it is priceless. That love will go on with you from room to room and house to house forever.
By the end of the 20th century, TV show producers had begun to turn to the cheapest performers available — their audience. It seemed that anyone who wanted fame could 1 it. And some people wanted it far too much.
Richard and Mayumi Heene, 2 , launched a large balloon 2,000 meters into the air and then called a TV network to say that their six-year-old son, Falcon, was inside it. Planes were re-routed and Denver International Airport was briefly 3 . However, Falcon was later found to have been hiding in the family's garage the whole time. The" balloon boy" incident turned out to be a hoax (骗局) and the Heenes were 4 of doing it in the hope of landing their own reality TV shows. Instead, they got a fine and a short sentence each — but they were certainly 5 for a while.
So do we want fame? Research suggests that a large number of us do. According to one recent survey, 30 percent of adults regularly daydream about being famous and 40 percent of us expect to 6 some kind of fame in our lifetimes. Perhaps a better question is: should we want to be famous? Do we really want every 7 of our private lives exposed in newspapers and discussed on television? Some people, such as talent show contestant Susan Boyle, seem ill-euipped to deal with this kind of 8, despite their talent. Boyle gained international fame for her extraordinary singing voice after appearing on TV talent show Britain's Got Talent and her first album became the fastest-selling of all time in the U. K. But the sudden fame didn't seem easy for her at first, and after the final of the show, Boyle was 9 to a private psychiatric clinic.
Furthermore, people who achieve fame often don't seem to like it once they have it. A survey of celebrities found that they worry about the press, critics, threatening letters, the lack of privacy, and the 10 on their children. These are hardly worries that 11 people have to deal with. They also, 12, worry about what would happen if they were no longer famous. And there are plenty of people to ask about that. Take, for example, Donato Dalrymple, a fisherman who rescued a boy from the sea and enjoyed the media spotlight for several months afterwards. When it ended, however, he 13 his job as a toilet cleaner." I know I'm a nobody," he said when the attention had 14.
"When the person has to go back to everyday life, there's a sense of 15 loss and being cheated out of something," says Dr. Robert Cancro of the New York University School of Medicine.
For the past ten years, my dad and I have attended the same school—he as an administrator and I as a student. Our relationship, in and out of school, has been totally unpredictable.
When I was younger, all 1 my dad said was doctrine (信条). We played games together, and stayed up late reading bedtime stories. I could 2 my dad taking me to school, running into him 3 during the day and riding home with him every afternoon.
As I grew older, we were not as 4 as we used to be. He wasn't cool any more. He wore his socks too high, listened to 5 country music and laughed too loudly in front of my friends. He became a total embarrassment.
However, the 6 that occurred in school were even worse. The worst one happened in seventh grade. My dad came to our New Year party, 7 as Donald Duck, guitar in hand, singing silly songs. Just kill me！I wanted to run away.
This 8 continued into high school, but we somehow began to find a balance. Things started to 9 around the time of my 10th-grade physics project. The 10 was to build a wood bridge with the best strength-to-weight ratio (比率). All the students and physics teachers11. So did my dad, the only administrator! Embarrassed, as usual, I 12 the scene. 13, when I learned from my friends that my dad 14 all competitors and won everyone's admiration, I found that mixed in with my 15 was a touch of pride.
I had needed someone else to show me what I 16 in my dad. It wasn't the fact that he'd won; it was more than that. I began to 17 that we have many of the same values and the same opinions. No matter how much I had tried to 18 him, he still influenced me.
I feel 19 to have such an unusual father. The 20 I have developed with my dad over the years has enabled me to look back and see how I've grown.
When I was a child of seven years old, my friends，on a holiday, filled my pocket with coppers. I went at once to a shop where they sold toys for children. Being1with the sound of a whistle that I had seen by the way, in the hands of another boy, I handed over all my money for one. I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but 2all the family. My brothers and sisters and cousins, when I told of the3 I had made, said I had given four times as much as the whistle was worth. They put me in mind of what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money，and laughed at me so much for my folly that I cried with vexation (烦恼) . Thinking about the matter gave me more 4 than the whistle gave me pleasure. 5 this was afterwards of use to me, for the impression continued on my mind, so that often, when I was 6to buy something I did not need, I said to myself. "Don't give too much for the whistle." and I saved my money. As I grew up came into the world, and 7 the actions of men, I thought I met with many, very many, who "gave too much for the whistle. "
lf I knew a miser (守财奴) who 8every kind of comfortable living. all the pleasure of doing good to others, all the esteem of his fellow citizens and the joys of friendship. 9 gathering and keeping wealth — "Poor man, " said I. "you pay too dear you're your whistle. " When I met a man of pleasure, who did not try to improve his mind or his fortune but10 devoted himself to having a good time, perhaps neglecting his health, "Mistaken man.
you are providing 11 for yourself，instead of pleasure: you are paying too dear for your whistle. "If I saw someone fond of 12, who has find clothes, fine houses, fine furniture, fine earrings, all above his 13, and for which he had run debt, and ends his career in a prison. "Alas." said I, "he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. "14, the miseries of mankind are largely due to their puffing a(n) 15value on things — to giving "too much for their whistle."
On my last birthday, my mum and I tried fly boarding. Instructed by a coach, we were launched (发射) into the air and slid along the surface,scared but1. We felt nervous but were soon laughing, 2each other to master the technique and shouting encouragement across the water. What an amazing 3 gift from my mother, and a complete 4!
I'm hoping to have lots more 5 like this because I've decided to 6 buying friends and family presents and asked them to do the same. 7, I want us to plan ways to spend time together. This 8 has been coming for a while. Too often, I find myself 9 the shops madly after forgetting the birthday of someone l barely see, or searching for a(n) 10 flavor(味道) of jam for a picky relative. I try to get it right, but chances are these items are unwanted or unused. We're exchanging 11 because that's what is expected. But this 12 doesn't feel right for me. I love to 13 those I care about but would rather do so by cooking their favourite meal or by sharing an experience and creating 14 together.
Fly boarding is not something l thought my mum would want to try, But it 15 to be so much fun, and even more so because I am 16 it with my mum. Sharing time doesn't 17 mean anything as expensive as fly boarding as long as we are truly 18, spending the time together simply having fun. Time can so easily 19 but giving experiences has allowed me to mark my year with things to look forward to and plan quality 20, to reconnect with those I love.
A professor stood before his class with some things in front of him. When the class began, he picked up a very large, empty 1 and filled it 2 golf balls.
He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor then 3 small pebbles(砾石) and put them into the jar. He shook the jar slightly. The pebbles rolled into 4between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was 5 they agreed it was.
The professor next 6sand into the jar and it went into the places 7between the golf balls and the 8.
He asked once more the same question. The students said, "Yes!"
The professor then took out two cups of 9 and poured the coffee into the jar.
"Now," said the professor, "I want you to recognize that this jar 10 your life. The golf balls are the 11 things—your 12, your children, your health and your friends. If you lost everything else, only they would remain and your life would still be full. The pebbles are the things that matter like your job, your 13 and your car. The 14 is the small stuff(事务)。
"If you put the sand into the jar 15 , " he continued, " there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for 16. If you spend all your 17 and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. "
One of the students 18 up and asked what the coffee stood for. The professor smiled, "It just shows that no matter 19 full your life may seem, there's always 20 for a couple of cups coffee with a friend."
Have you seen people who take pictures of food for more than 10 minutes before eating? How about those who beautify their selfie (自拍) so much that they can't be 1? There must be one or more who 2 in your social media. No matter 3 they choose to share, they share the best but the most unreal.
Take my friend Chen. Every time we went to a restaurant, she would not take a 4 until all the dishes we 5 were on the table. Then, she would spend five minutes on 6 the dishes in a seemingly random but in fact 7 order. Then the most important part: taking pictures. After that, she would choose one of the 8 and click the filter (滤镜) app. The food eventually looked 10 times more delicious than it really was, but we had no 9 to really enjoy it — it all went cold. Actually, Chen's real life is much less elegant. For example, she hates to wash the dishes, so she leaves them in the sink for 10.
Many people care too much about others' opinions and try too hard to 11 others. They find it hard to be 12 and to accept themselves, and thus they are afraid to show their 13 life on social media. What they are trying to prove is 14 what they lack in reality. But this will not bring any 15 to reality, as they still 16 the same old pattern of life.
If they really want an elegant lite, they should put more 17 into achieving it 18
fabricating (伪造) it. Being more confident, 19 themselves and trying their best to be better are much more meaningful than 20 their life on social media.
My father enjoys bike riding.Ever since I was little, I've always loved going hiking with my dad.1, as I became a teenager, other things began to draw my 2. Suddenly, it was important to do things with 3.I saw my dad every evening at home.Why did I have to 4my Sundays, to all day bike trips with him, too? If my indifference （冷漠） hurt him, my father kept 5, but he would always let me know when he was planning a bike trip
6 I wanted to come.
It was a Sunday morning, and I was in low 7.Two of my friends had gone to the movies without inviting me.Just then my father 8 my room."It's a beautiful day.Want to go for a 9, today, Beck?" "Leave me alone!" I impatiently 10. Those were the last words I said to him before he left the house that 11.
Several hours later, the police called us,12 us that Dad had a traffic accident. My father's injuries were serious. It took several days before he could 13 speak. Beside his bed I held his hand gently,14of hurting him.
"Daddy … I'm sorry…"
"It's okay, sweetheart. I'll be okay."
"No," I said, "I 15what I said to you that day. You know, that morning?"
"Sweetheart, I don't 16 anything about that day. I remember kissing you goodnight the night before, though." He 17a weak smile.
I felt regretful for my thoughtless remark, for I18wanted him to leave me alone. My teacher once told me that 19 have immeasurable power. They can hurt or they can heal. And we all have the 20 to choose our words. I intend to do that very carefully from now on.
