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It was 20 years ago. I was driving home with my 4-year-old son. Traffic was light. I was singing quietly along   36  the song playing on the radio. I   37   at the intersection(交叉路口) and looked both ways. The road was   38 . I slowly started to make a right turn when suddenly a car rounded the curve at high speed and came straight at me. I stomped (猛踩) on the brakes of my car  39 the engine in the process. The speeder zoomed (疾馳) past my dead car  40  me by inches without even slowing down.
  41  I knew it, a stream of rude words was flying from my lips,   42  after the car and its driver. I then saw my son who was staring up at me   43 . With a red face and a(an)   44  smile I started the car, pulled back onto the road, and headed home.
Later that evening I was reading a book when I heard certain  45 words coming from my son’s bedroom. He was replaying the   46  over and over in his mind. Too   47  I realized the   48  of those words that had   49  from my lips in that moment of anger. It took a lot of talks about good language and bad language with my son to undo (消除)the   50  of that incident.
That  51  , however, did teach me just how strong words  52  be. It helped me to decide to stop swearing (咒罵) in my own life and to start using words uplifting and   53   instead. I slowly realized that language is a gift from God and should be used to make our world better but not worse. I learned   54  that a few loving words can help a hurting heart, strengthen a   55  spirit, and lighten a heavy load. I pray then that all of your words today are full of love, joy, happiness, and light.

In 1982, Steven Callahan was crossing the Atlantic alone in his sailboat when it struck something and sank．He got into a life boat, but his supplies were   21 ．His chances of surviving were small．  22  when three fishermen found him 76 days later, he was alive —much   23  than he was when he started, but alive．
His   24  of how he survived is fascinating．His cleverness —how he   25  to catch fish, how he evaporated（蒸發(fā)） sea water to   26  fresh water—is very interesting．
But the thing that   27  my eye was how he managed to keep himself going when all hope seemed lost, and there seemed no   28  in continuing the struggle．He was starved and 29  worn-out．Giving up would have seemed the only possible choice．
When people   30  these kinds of circumstances, they do something with their minds that gives them the courage to keep going．Many people in   31  desperate circumstances 32   in or go mad．Something the survivors do with their thoughts helps them find the courage to carry on   33  difficulties．
"I tell myself I can     34    it, “wrote Callahan in his book. -Compared to what others have been through,I'm fortunate. I tell myself these things over and over,    35 up courage...
I wrote that down after I read it. It  36   me as something important. And I've told myself the same thing when my own goals seemed    37 off or when my problems seemed too terrible. And every time I've said it, I have always come back to my   38    .
The truth is,our circumstances are only bad  39  to something better. But others have been through the much worse; that is, in comparison with what others have been through,you’re fortunate. Tell this to yourself over and over again, and it will help you   40   through the rough
situations with a little more courage.

I was at the post office early that morning, hoping to be in and out in a short while．Yet, I  36  myself standing in a queue that went all the way into the hallway．I had never seen so many people there on a weekday．It seemed someone might have made an announcement, welcoming customers to carry as many     37  as they could and bring them in when I needed to have my own package   38 ．The queue moved very slowly．My patience ran out and I got    39 ．The longer it took,  the angrier I became．When I got to the counter finally, I finished my  40  quickly and briefly, and then walked past the queue that was now extending past the front door．
"Excuse me," I said, trying not to be too pushy．Several people had to move   41 to make room for me to get to the   42 ．
I stepped out, complaining about the   43  conditions．Thinking I was going to be late for my dentist appointment, I headed into the parking lot．
A woman was coming across the lot in my   44  ．She was walking with determination, and each step sounded very heavy．I   45 that she looked as if she could breathe fire．It stopped me in my tracks．I   46 _ myself and it wasn't pretty．Had I looked like that? Her body language said that she was having a _47   day．My anger melted away．I wished I could wrap her in a hug but I was a   48 ．So I did what I could in a minute  49  she hurried past me－I smiled．In a second everything changed．She was astonished, then somewhat   50 ．Then her face softened and her shoulders   51 ．I saw her take a deep breath．Her pace slowed and she smiled back at me as we passed each other．
I continued to smile all the way to my _52 ．Wow, it's amazing what a simple smile can do．
From then on, I became aware of people's   53 and my own, the way we show our feelings．Now I use that _54 every day to let it  55 me that when facing the world, I can try a smile．

One day I visited an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting. I was expecting a quiet  36 of the splendid artwork.
A young  37 viewing the paintings ahead of me  38 nonstop between themselves. I watched them a moment and decided the lady was doing all the talking. I admired the man's  39 for putting up with her  40 stream of words.  41 by their noise, I moved on.
I met them several times as I moved  42 the various rooms of art. Each time I heard her continuous flow of words, I moved away  43  .
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a  44 when the couple approached the    45  .Before they left, the man  46 into his pocket and pulled out a white object. He  47 it into a long stick and then  48 his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.
“He's a  49 man.” the clerk at the counter said. “Most of us would give up if we were blinded at such a young age. During his recovery, he made a promise his life wouldn't change. So, as before, he and his wife come in  50 there is a new art show.”
“But what does he get out of the art?” I asked. “He can't see.”
“Can't see! You're  51 . He sees a lot. More than you and I do,” the clerk said. “His wife 52 each painting so he can see it in his head.”
I learned something about patience,   53 and love that day. I saw the patience of a young wife describing paintings to a person without  54 and the courage of a husband who would not  55 blindness to change his life. And I saw the love shared by two people as I watched this couple walk away, their arms intertwined.

Every night, my mother would come to my room, lean down and push my long hair out of the way, then kiss my forehead．
I don't remember when it first started 26  me --her hands pushing my hair that way. But it did make me annoyed, for they felt work - worn and  27  against my young skin．Finally, one night, I shouted at her: “Don' t do that any more --your 28  are too rough！" She didn’t say anything in 29 ．But never again did my mother close out my day with that _30 expression of her love．
Time after time, with the  31 years, my thoughts returned to that night． I'm not a little girl any more．Mom is in her mid - seventies, and those hands I   32  thought to be so rough are still doing things for me and my 33 .
Now, my own children are  34 Mom no longer has Dad．It was late on that Thanksgiving Eve, as I went to sleep in the bedroom of my youth, a familiar hand  35  before stealing across my face to brush the   36 from  my forehead．Then a kiss, ever so _37 touched my brow．In my 38   , thousands of times, I  39  the night my young voice complained．40  Mom's hand in my hand, I said how 41  I was for that night．I thought she'd remember, as I did,_42   Mom didn't know what I was talking about．She had forgotten—and  43  —long ago．
That night, I fell asleep with a new  44  for my gentle mother and her caring hands． And the  45  I had carried around for so long was nowhere to be found．

One day, a poor boy who was trying to pay his way through school by selling goods from door to door found that he only had one dime left. He was hungry so he decided to     36    for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve     37    a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked     38    so she brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it     39    , and then asked, “How much do I owe you?”
“You don’t owe me anything,” she     40   . “Mother has taught me never to accept pay for a __41  .” He said, “Then I thank you from the bottom of my heart.” As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger     42   , but it also increased his faith in God and human race. He was about to give up before this point.
Years later the young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled（難�。�. They finally sent her to the big city, where specialists can be called     43    to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly, now     44    , was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light     45    his eyes. Immediately, he     46    and went down through the hospital hall into her room.
    47   in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He     48   her at once. He went back to the consultation room and     49    to do his best to save her life. From that day on, he gave    50__attention to her case.
After a long     51    the battle was won. Dr. Kelly     52    the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it and then wrote something on the side. The bill was sent to her room. She was afraid to open it because she was     53    that it would take the rest of her life to pay it off. Finally she looked, and the note on the side of the bill caught her     54  . She read thesewords…
“Paid in full with a glass of milk.”
(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly
Tears of joy flooded her eyes as she     55    silently. “Thank you, God. Your love has spread through human hearts and hands.”

The other day I was talking to a stranger on the bus; he told me that he had a good   36  in Chicago and he wondered if, by any chance, I   37  to know him . For a moment, I thought he might be   38  ,but I could tell from the expression on his face that he was not. He was   39 . I felt like saying that it was ridiculous (可笑的) to   40  that out of all the millions of people in Chicago I could possibly have ever bumped into his friend. But,   41 , I just smiled and reminded him that Chicago was a very   42  city. He nodded, and I thought he was going to be content to drop the subject and talk about something else. But I was wrong. He was silent for a few minutes, and then he   43  to tell me all about his friend.
His friend’s main   44  in life seemed to be tennis. He was an excellent tennis player , and he   45   had his own tennis court. There were a lot of people with swimming   46 , yet there were only two people with private tennis court; his friend in Chicago was one of them. I told him that I knew several   47  like that, including my brother, who was a doctor in California. He   48  that maybe there were more private courts in the country than he   49  but he did not know of any others. Then he asked me   50  my brother lived in California. When I said Sacramento, he said that was a coincidence   51  his Chicago friend spent the summer in Sacramento last year and he lived next door to a   52  who had a tennis court in his backyard. I said I felt that really was a coincidence (巧合) because my next-door neighbour had gone to Sacramento last summer and had   53  the house next to my brother’s house. For a moment, we stared at each other, but we did not say anything.
“Would your friend’s name happen to be Roland Kirkwood?” I asked finally. He   54  and said, “Yes. Would your brother’s name happen to be Dr Rey Hunter?” It was my   55  to laugh. “Yes,” I replied.

Whenever my kids have a party at school, I am the mom who always signs up to bring the juice boxes. It’s not because I’m 36 or that I don’t care if my kids have a good party. I am just not good at making homemade bread into holiday-themed shapes like other mothers. However, I’m happy to try, even though it’ll take me a long time to do it.
People say that housewives should have the 37  to make delicious meals, keep their houses clean, and   38 every minute of their child’s life. Their words used to upset me a lot. I felt that I should also be able to do those things as a housewife. So when I couldn’t make the turkey-shaped cookies, I   39 feeling like a failure as a mom.
After many   40  attempts at baking, and many afternoons spent crying over my inabilities as a mother, I finally accepted the   41  that my lot(命運(yùn)) in life is to be the juice box mom. I worked hard to be the   42  one in the elementary school. And after one of my daughter’s class parties, it   43 . Her teacher stopped me as I was leaving and said,＂Thank you so much for always bringing  44  drinks. Sometimes parents forget that other children will also   45  class parties, and they end up being left out because we don’t have enough drinks for everyone.＂
I just accepted her appreciation, rather than telling her that I brought extra drinks because I could   46  remember how many kids were in the class. But her appreciation taught me an important lesson: I’m not a failure as a mom.
Not everyone is cut out to be a(n)   47 mom. I believe it’s okay to be the juice box mom. I may not bake cookies and decorate them beautifully, but I provided something to drink. And I think that’s just as important.

Although I had left school against the advice of my teachers, I had, without telling anyone, tried to  36  my studies in literature at evening classes. It was a tiresome   37  from one end of the city to another and to   38  among adults was uninteresting. I was the youngest in the   39 , so the friendship I knew at school was   40 . I put up with it for a short period. It was  41  long a walk on cold winter’s nights and it was hard to put my  42  into Shakespeare with wet shoes and trousers. So I continued writing poetry at home.
By chance, I  43  some prizes and awards for literature. A young woman from a  44  company came to the college one day. She told me that I won a national poetry award. I  45  at her in astonishment (吃驚) and disbelief. She wanted to make a short   46  about me, to which I said, “No, I couldn’t do that.” Not that I had any real   47 . I was just frightened. In the end she  48  me that I should do it the following day.
So I did. They made a short film of me reading one of my   49  and I became  50  interested in literature than ever. I   51  what I should do after this, and decided some weeks later that I could not   52  myself spending the rest of my days dealing with machines. So one evening, I hesitatingly (猶豫地) told my parents that I wanted to   53  to school. They were greatly surprised and a little afraid, but they did not try to persuade me not to. They wanted to know if I was  54 , and if I knew what it meant and   55   I realized that if I gave up my job training, it would be very difficult to get a good job. But nothing could stop me, and they asked about the matter no further.