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　　Last year my husband developed a terrible disease．Dale became fearful of going anywhere alone or of being alone as some of his seizures(发作)were quite severe, even putting him in the hospital on three separate occasions．

　　We decided that a trained medical service dog would greatly help Dale．It would be a companion for Dale, and the dog would be trained to stay with him．If he had a seizure, with a service dog beside a downed person, others could see and will be more likely to help．

　　A local person sold us a black Labrador puppy at a reduced price．Nevaeh was eight weeks old when we got her．At that point, we turned to the local papers for help．We hoped that getting Dale’s story out would help raise funds to pay for the puppy’s training．Dale has been on disability, and his need to have someone with him at all times means I can not work either．We don’t have a lot of money left over at the end of the month．

　　Fundraising started off with the help of family donations, but we had a long way to go．Then one day there was a knock at the door．I went to answer it; a stranger stood there holding the newspaper article about Dale in her hand．She introduced herself as June and told me that her daughter’s dog had warned her to a cancer she never knew she had, probably saving her life．Now, she felt obliged to help our dog because a dog had helped her．She shocked us when she gave us ＄100!We never expected such caring and kindness from a complete stranger．

　　Dale had been feeling the world didn’t care, but this help renewed his faith．The next thing that happened was that Dale emailed local vets, asking for care for our puppy．We received a response from Dr．Noonan, who has since provided Nevaeh’s care for free．The staff and the vet are the most loving, caring people we have met．They even helped us find a local trainer who cut the training costs by more than half．If it weren’t for such amazing people, Dale probably would have become a total recluse, feeling he could never go anywhere alone．

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　　Joel kissed his wife goodbye saying he'd return in a week, and started a fishing trip with four other fishermen．The first few hours on the ocean were not 　　1　　．Then a terrible storm came．When the storm finally stopped, the men 　　2　　 their boat．Their fishing nets were gone．The engine and the radio didn't 　　3　　．There was no food, and no 　　4　　 water．Without their 　　5　　 the men couldn't fish．But they could 　　6　　 out of the boat and catch turtles(海龟)．They needed a 　　7　　 for cooking．So they 　　8　　 the boat's wood cabin(木船舱)and made a fire．They also built a simple roof to prevent the sun and the rain．The roof 　　9　　 rain water, too．

　　Often there was no food and no water．Sometimes they thought, “We are going to die soon．”Joel wrote a 　　10　　 to his wife．“My dear, if I die, I hope someone will send you this letter．Then you will know 　　11　　 I died．I had the best－in life a great 　　12　　 and beautiful children．“In June it didn't rain for long．They were thin and 　　13　　, and they thought, ”We are going to die now．”They 　　14　　 and closed their eyes．Soon it began to rain．The men stood up and licked (舔)the water from the roof．Then they began to 　　15　　．On June 15, a Chinese fishing boat 　　16　　 the men．

　　Nobody sent Joel's letter to his wife．He 　　17　　 his letter to his wife．Joel will always 　　18　　 the letter．“On the ocean I realized how I love my wife and children．　　19　　 is everything to me．I don't want to forget 　　20　　．”

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　　The dirty, homeless man sat on the pavement, staring at the atones．He thought back more than twenty years to when he was a boy living in a small red brick house on this very street．He recalled the flower garden, the swing his dad made, and the bike he had saved up for months to buy．

　　The man shrugged impatiently, for the brightness of those pictures hurt him, and his memory travelled on another ten years．He had a job by then, plenty of friends and started to come home less．He did not really want to remember those years, nor the day when, because o' debts, he had gone home planning to ask for money．He felt embarrassed, but he knew exactly where his dad kept the money．When his parents stepped out of the room, he took what he wanted and left．

　　That was the last time he had seen them．Ashamed, he went abroad, and his parents knew nothing about the years of wandering or time in prison．But locked in his cell he often thought of home．Once free, he would love to see his parents again, if they were still alive, and still wanted to see him．

　　When his prison time was up, he found-a job, but couldn't settle．Something was drawing him home．He did not want to arrive penniless, so he hitchhiked most of the long journey back．But less than a mile from his destination he started to feel sick with doubt．Could they ever accept this man who had so bitterly disappointed them?

　　He spent most of that day sitting under a tree．That evening he posted a letter which, although short, had taken him hours to write．It ended with：

　　I know it is unreasonable of me to suppose you want to see me．．．so it's up to you．I'll come early Thursday morning．If you want me home, hang a white handkerchief in the window of my old bedroom．If it's there, I'll come in; if not, I'll wave good-bye and go．

　　And now it was Thursday morning and he was sitting on the pavement at the end of the street．Finally he got up and walked slowly toward the old house．He drew a long breath and looked．

　　His parents were taking no risks．________________

　　The man threw his head back, gave a cry of relief and ran straight through the open front door．

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　　When I registered for Latin class as a high school freshman, I had no idea that the teacher would be one of the most influential people in my life．Miss Siegesmund 　　1　　 as a very attractive lady of medium height, dressed stylishly in a colorful suit．Her dark brown hair shone like gold, and she was refined and elegant．“Teachers are not supposed to be so 　　2　　,” I thought to myself．Later she proved to have a charming personality to 　　3　　 her looks．I was her student for four years．

　　At the beginning of high school, I was a thin girl whose mouth shone with the silver metal of braces(牙套)．I was so shy that I often crossed the street to 　　4　　 talking to classmates．My mother did not believe in praise as a reward for good work, 　　5　　 she always thought that praise would 　　6　　 too much pride in oneself．This strange belief had an 　　7　　 impact on my childhood．

　　I showed my 　　8　　 in my Latin class as Miss Siegesmund believed in me．She listened to whatever I said and gave me 　　9　　．Her Latin class was fun and the stories from Roman history seemed to come 　　10　　．She encouraged good study habits, and I received an A in every class．She 　　11　　 started a Latin newspaper for which I wrote the news column．I 　　12　　 found my place in high school and gained confidence in my 　　13　　．

　　I 　　14　　 a speech contest before the whole school．Can you imagine the 　　15　　 that I had made to arrive at that point? I took third 　　16　　 in the contest．When I arrived at Latin class, Miss Siegesmund said, “You should have 　　17　　．You were fantastic!” I thought to myself, “She has so much belief in me．” Soon, my high school days 　　18　　 an even higher peak．

　　I think of myself a pure white dove with a broken wing 　　19　　 my mother's inability to carry out proper education．My teacher became my angel on earth．She 　　20　　 my broken wing and allowed me to fly to greater heights．I shall never forget her, as she was one of the most influential people in my life．

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