Standing on the top of a church tower not far from our home in Rome, Father said to me, "Look down, Elsa." I gathered all my         and looked down. I saw the crisscross（十字形）of twisting, turning streets         to the square in the centre of the village.
“See, my dear,” Father said gently. "There is more than one way to the square. Life is like that. If you can’t get where you want to go by one road, try      ."
Now I understood why I was there. Earlier that day I had begged my mother to do something about the       lunches that were served at school. But she       because she could not believe the lunches were so bad.
When I turned to Father for help, he would not      . Instead, he brought me to this high tower to give me a lesson. By the time we reached home, I had a(n)      .
At school the next day, I secretly       my lunch soup into a bottle and brought it home. Then I       the cook into serving it to Mother at dinner. The plan worked      . She swallowed one spoonful and sputtered（噴濺）, "The cook must have gone mad!" Quickly I told her what I had done, and Mother stated firmly that she would       the matter of lunches at school the next day!
In the years that followed I often remembered the      Father taught me. I knew where I wanted to go in life — to be a fashion designer. And on the way to my first small success I found the road      .
I was busy getting ready to         my winter fashions. Then just 13 days before the presentation the sewing girls were called out on strike. I felt so depressed that I was         that we would have to cancel the presentation         show the clothes unfinished. Then it dawned on me. Why not show the clothes unfinished?
We worked hurriedly and the showing took place as       . Some coats had no sleeves; others had only one. Many of our clothes were only         made of heavy cotton cloth. But on these we pinned sketches and pieces of material. In this way we were able to show what colors and textures the clothes would have when they were finished. It was our        showing that caught the attention of the public, and         for the clothes poured in.
Father’s wise words had guided me once again. There is more than one way to the square always.
【小題1】  

You and I have principles(原則). And we also have opinions. I have _____ about what I think is right or wrong or good or ______. But they are only opinions---I could be wrong! I _____ try to build my life around my opinions, but I will try to _____ my principles.
A 15-year-old boy learned a(n) ______ lesson about life principles. On his way home he found a woman’s ______ that contained $127 as well as her ID card. _______ hesitation, he hopped(快速跳) onto his bike and went over to her _______---about a mile away. He told her he _____ her wallet and she gave him a big hug and twenty dollars.
That evening the boy told his parents about the event and his father said, “I don’t think you should have ______ $20 for doing what you should have done. A person shouldn’t be ______ for being honest.”
He thought about his father’s _____ and decided he would return the money. He biked to the lady’s home and ______ her back the twenty dollars. She didn’t want to take it, but he told her she _____ to---that his father pointed out ______ to him that he had never ______ before.
When principles ______ our every action and decision, we actually change. These great principles _____ our lives and make us into persons of character. That boy is _____ to be raised by a wise father who had the ______ to say, “Those are my principles.”

A certain good woman one day said something that hurt her best friend of many years. She regretted it immediately and would have done anything to have taken the words back. So she went to an older, wiser woman in the village and       advice.
Listening to her, the older woman       the younger woman’s distress and knew she must help her. She also knew she could       ease her pain, but she could teach.
Then, she said. “There are       things you need to do. The first is extremely difficult. Tonight, take your best       pillows and open a small hole in each one. Then,       the sun rises, you must put a single feather on the doorstep of each house in town. When you are through,      to me. If you’ve done the first thing      , I’ll tell you the second.”
The young woman hurried home to prepare for her chore,       the pillows were very       to her and very expensive.
All night long, she went from doorstep to doorstep. Her fingers were      . The wind was so sharp that it caused her eyes to water, but she ran on through the       streets,       there was something she could do to put things       the way they once were. Finally she placed the last feather on the steps of the last house. Just as the sun rose, she returned to the older woman.
She was exhausted but       , thinking that her efforts would be rewarded.
“Now,” said the wise woman, “Go back and       your pillows. Then everything will be as it was before.”
The young woman was stunned, “You know that’s impossible! The wind       each feather as fast as I placed them on the doorsteps! You didn’t say I had to get them back! If this is the second      , then things will never be the same.” 
“That’s true,” said the older woman. “Never forget. Each of your words is like a feather in the wind. Once       , no amount of effort,       how heartfelt or sincere, can ever return them to your mouth. Choose your words well and guard them most of all in the presence of those you love.”

We live in a fast-paced and anxiety-filled world that oftentimes seems to shift beneath our feet. Thus we are sometimes affected by fears or anxiety impacting our life. For as long as I could remember I had struggled with anxiety. After I left university, I made friends with a Moroccan woman at work. One day she invited me to    her and her family back home. I wanted to, but I would have to travel there     and I knew we would be in a very rural area. How would I cope with my    ?
Then one day it     to me that I had a life to live. I could choose to let anxiety     me or I could go to Morocco and     something different. I was 23 years old and had never been out of the UK alone. The journey to Morocco     something inside me. I managed to cope with my anxiety. The sense of     was overwhelming and still to this day when I get afraid of going somewhere alone, I remember how     it felt when I arrived in Morocco.
Upon arrival I was so     for the generous welcome I received. My friend’s family had arranged a welcome party. The people were so loving toward me. As a moment of     felt in a faraway village, this reminded me that I was “good enough”, which helped to     my anxiety.
Waking up the next day, in the morning light, I saw the area where we were. I was     by how rural it was – and the realization that these people had very few     .
In the days afterwards, I traveled around Morocco. We went to Marrakesh and     the Atlas mountains. We had the most amazing food – lots of fresh fruits and vegetables.
At the end of my     something inside me had changed. I realized I had not felt anxious for nearly two weeks.
Experiencing a different culture far away from home helped me to realize what is important in life, what really    , and with that my anxiety    . When I returned home I was much more active in     my anxiety. Working with people, helping them     their anxiety, is how I can share the love I found in Morocco.

Sometimes a part of us must die before another part can come to life. Even though this is a       and necessary stage of our growth, it is often painful or       if we don’t realize what’s happening. In fact, confusion is often the       that tells us a change is taking place within us. These changes happen throughout the lives of all humans, as we move from babyhood to       to teenage years and beyond. With each change from one       to another, we find ourselves       goodbye to an old friend, the identity (個性，身份) that we       in order to move through that particular time.
Sometimes we shape these identities in relationships or jobs, and when we change, those areas of our life become      . Usually, if we take the time to look into the changing surface of things, we will find that a change is taking place       us. For example, we may go through one whole part of our lives creating a protective shell around ourselves       we need it in defense of ourselves. One day,      , we may find ourselves feeling limited and bored, wanting to move outside the       we used to need; the new part of ourselves cannot be born within the       of the shell our old self needed.
We may feel a strange       of excitement and sadness as we say goodbye to a part of ourselves that is       and make way for a whole new identity to       in its place. We may find inspiration in working and studying when we think of the image of an animal who sheds (蛻毛；蛻皮) in order to       way for new skin, fur, or feathers to      . For example, keeping a piece of snake skin, or some other symbols of change, can       us that death and rebirth are simply nature’s way of growing. We can give in to this process, letting go of our past self with great love and gratitude, and       the new with an open mind and heart, ready for our next stage of life.

My mother let go of me when I could not let go of her .In one last brave moment she was strong for me ,thus making me strong ,too.
I was in the kitchen when        called and told me to make a quick decision .They could only hold a place for my         until the next morning.
The thought of being        from my Alzheimer’s stricken (早老性癡呆)mother when she needed me most       me .Dad died when I was a teenager ,Mom and I had        many hard times together .Mom taught me to laugh my way through bad experiences and sing through     days .But in recent years , except for extremely        moments of consciousness , she’d become lost in her own private world .I knew that Mom needed       nursing and medical care ,yet the possibility of a complete stranger coming to her at night ,when she would      around like a sleepwalking child ,filled me with a feeling of      .
Two bitter days passed     we left for the nursing home .I hugged and kissed her with       tears ,I’d always planned the best golden years for Mom in her old age ,but now I was saying    .
Suddenly there was something shining in her     , a look of recognition .“Stop crying now”,she said firmly ,“Say goodbye and get going .Don’t     about me .”
I stood with     and stared into her face .“Mom!”I cried and reached out for her .But as quickly as my “real ”Mom had appeared ,she    again into her world of a little child .       ,at that very moment I realized the mother ,that familiar Mom who knew and understood ,who      and sang with me in hard times ,would always be there , giving me       when I needed it most .

A lady wanted a birthday gift from her husband. For many months she had liked a beautiful       , and knowing her husband could       it, she told him that was all she wanted. On the morning of the        , her husband told her how       he was to have such a good wife, and how much he loved her. He       her a beautiful gift package (紙盒). She opened it and       a Bible.      , she raised her voice and said to her husband, “With all your money, you give me a Bible?” She was so       that she left him.
Many years passed and the lady was very       in business. She owned two large companies. She     her husband was very old, and thought perhaps she should go to      him. But before she could, she      a letter telling her that he had died, and gave all of his possessions (財產) to her. She needed to come back and       things.
When she arrived at his house, sadness       her heart. She saw the still new       , just as she had left it years before. With       , she opened it and began to turn the pages. A ring       from the Bible to the floor and a       could be seen. She picked it up and found it was the ring she wanted in those days. And on the card was the date of her birth, and the words “LOVE U ALWAYS”.
      your gift is not packaged the way you want it, it’s because it is better packaged the way it is! Always appreciate little things; they usually lead you to bigger things! The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched for they must be felt with the      .

Now you’re a fool for helping. “I don’t want to get       ” seems to have become a national motto. One summer I was driving from my hometown of Tahoe City, California to New Orleans, Louisiana. In the middle of the desert, I passed a young man standing by the roadside. He had his thumb     and held a gas can in his other hand. I drove right by him. There was a time when you’d be called a jerk (混蛋) for passing by somebody _ ___ .
Several days later I was still  _  _ about the hitchhiker (搭便車的人), about how I didn’t even lift my foot  _ _  the accelerator (加速踏板) for him. “Does anyone stop any more?” I wondered. I         Blanche DuBois’s famous line—”I have always depended on the kindness of    .” Was that possible these days? One way to        this would be for a person to journey across the US without any money, just __ _ _ on the good will of others. What would happen? Would he find food, shelter and support?
The idea intrigued (激起興趣) me.
The week I turned 37, I realized that I had never done something truly crazy. __ _ _ I decided to really do it: travel from the Pacific to the Atlantic without a penny. I would only accept __   _ of rides, food and places to sleep. For six weeks I hitched 82 rides and covered 4,223 miles across 14 states. I was treated kindly everywhere I went. I was __ _ _ by people’s readiness to help a stranger.
In Oregon, a house painter named Mike __ _ _ the cold weather and asked if I had a coat. I didn’t, so he gave me a big green army-style jacket. A lumber-mill worker in Michigan named Tim invited me to a(n) _ _ _ _ dinner with his family in their shabby house. Then he offered me a tent. I     , but Tim insisted, packing it into my bag himself. I found people were generally compassionate. Hearing I had no money and would take none, people bought me food or __ _ _ with them whatever they happened to have. Those who had the _ _ _ _ to give often gave the most.
I’m __ _ _ to all the people I met for their rides, their food, their shelter and their gifts. My faith in ordinary folks was __ _ _. I am proud to live in a country where people are still willing to help. Now about the hitchhiker I met the other day, I am feeling  __ _ that I did not stop to take him along .

A little part of me thought about going to another checkout line．This one had the shortest    ，there was only one guy in it，but he was in a     and there seemed to be some difficulties     ．
We stepped in behind him．At first, he       to be having difficulty getting his groceries onto the counter．But after a while，I realized that what he was actually doing was      it into two parts．
I offered to help，but he and the checkout lady had it under     ．He asked Julie if she would mind putting his     basket away．Then he       for his wallet which was in a bag on one side of his chair．The      he was positioned and the fact he only had one usable arm      this troublesome for him，so I helped there．
The checkout operator came around and gave him his     and the goods he needed to have to hand．She      one bag of groceries over a handle at the back of his chair．
I offered to get the other bigger bag and he said，“No．    you could do me a favor．Take that bag along to the entrance and give it to Angela．"
Angela，it    ，was collecting food for people who might      go hungry! I hadn’t even     her before.
This guy，in spite of the limitations，had bought more than twice as     shopping as he needed—and given the bigger bag away to help     people!
He didn’t let the fact that he needed help      him from being a help．He may have been limited    ，but his heart was more than able to overcome all that．

Dear son,
The day that you see me old and I am already not in good health, have patience and try to understand me.
If I get dirty when eating, if I can not dress, have patience and remember the hours I       teaching it to you. If, when I speak to you, I       the same things thousand and one times, do not       me, listen to me. When you were small, I had to read to you thousand and one times the same story       you got to sleep. When I do not want to have a      , neither shame me nor scold me. Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses I      , in order that you wanted to bathe. When you see my       little about new technologies, give me the necessary time and do not look at me with your mocking (嘲弄) smile. I taught you       to do so many things: to eat good, to dress well, to confront life….When at some moment I lose the memory or the       of conversation, let me have the necessary time to remember, and if I can not do it, do not become nervous, as the most important thing is not our conversation but surely to be with you and to have you       to me.
If ever I do not want to eat, do not force me. I know well       I need to and when not. When my       legs do not allow me to walk, give me your      , the same way I did when you gave your first      . And when someday I say to you that I do not want to       any more — that I want to rest forever, do not get angry. Someday you will understand.
Try to understand that my age is not lived but survived. Some day you will discover that,       my mistakes, I always wanted the       thing for you and that I tried to prepare the way for you. You must not feel sad, angry or impotent (無奈) for seeing me       you. You must be next to me, try to understand me and to help me as I did it when you       living. Help me to walk, help me to end my way with love and      . I will pay you by a smile and by the immense love I have had always for you.
I love you, Son.
Your father