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　　About 15 years ago I was studying at a university in Germany．The people with whom I 　　1　　 most of my time were a group of friends．Sometimes we went out together for 　　2　　, but most of the time we did our own parties back at someone's home．First we sat and talked and at some point during the night we 　　3　　 the chairs and tables and started 　　4　　．It may not sound that special when I write about it, 　　5　　 what was special to me was the 　　6　　 we shared for each other．For example, in the eyes you saw support, you saw laughter．You 　　7　　 there was always a shoulder you could lean on．

　　Time passed by and we all went our own ways, 　　8　　 our own goals．I made my way passing Ireland and India for several years．Now just a few days ago I 　　9　　 one of my old friends again．We sat and talked and after 15 years we shared our 　　10　　 again from that time．

　　On my way back home from our 　　11　　 it made me think a lot．My last weeks and months were full of problems, which left me in 　　12　　 spirits．But the meeting and the sweet memories I 　　13　　 with my old friends 　　14　　 all my negative thoughts and feelings, 　　15　　 me warmth and happiness．

　　At this moment I understood me 　　16　　 of helping and supporting each other in a different way．It didn't really 　　17　　 what goal we had all together, but the respect and love and joy we shared with each other 　　18　　 an experience and memory that 　　19　　 forever．It can not be destroyed by negative feelings．No, even better, it can wipe out your 　　20　　 mood and give you support．

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　　I was sleeping for over a week after a traffic accident．The only sounds that could be heard were coming from the machines that were 　　1　　 me alive．

　　All my family members were 　　2　　 ways to wake me up from my silence．

　　Greg, my brother－in－law, 　　3　　 to take some of my songs I had recently recorded to a local radio station, 　　4　　 he explained about my illness．He told them he was 　　5　　 I could hear what was going on around me and that he knew having my own songs 　　6　　 on the radio had been a huge dream of mine．This would definitely 　　7　　 me and do more than any medicine or machine could．

　　The radio station agreed to help and gave him a specific date and time 　　8　　he could have a radio“　　9　　”at my hospital bed．Greg's decision had filled everyone with 　　10　　 and now the moment arrived．Nervous from expectation, all my family members 　　11　　 hands and watched over me hoping for a 　　12　　．

　　The DJ made a pre－song announcement about my 　　13　　 to the general audience, and then spoke directly to me．

　　“Shelly, this is for you．I want you to really listen now．This is not just 　　14　　 song we're playing, but your family's song of hope．All of us at KKDJ wish you a speedy 　　15　　．”

　　Everyone in the room held their breath and watched 　　16　　 as the music began．Later they all witnessed the tears 　　17　　 down my pale cheeks．Though still not awake, it was obvious I heard my song．

　　Just a few days later, hope turned into 　　18　　．I did in fact awake．Though not 　　19　　 unscathed(未受伤的), I did not suffer from the disabilities that had been predicted．

　　Hope is the part of us that makes us pick up the pieces and try again．　　20　　 hope where would we be?

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　　“Now ,”Mrs．Virginia DeView said, smiling, “we are going to discover our professions．”

　　The class seems to be greatly surprised．Our professions? We were only 13 and 14 years old! The teacher must be 　　1　　．“Yes, you will all be searching for your future 　　2　　．Each of you will have to 　　3　　 someone in your field, plus give an oral report．”

　　Each day in her class, Virginia DeView reminded us about this．Finally, I picked print journalism．This 　　4　　 I had to go to interview a true-blue newspaper reporter．I was extremely nervous．I sat down in front of him 　　5　　 able to speak．He looked at me and said, “Did you bring a pencil or pen?”

　　I shook my head．

　　“How about some 　　6　　?”

　　I shook my head again．

　　Finally, I thought he realized I was 　　7　　, and I got my first big tip as a 　　8　　：“Never, never go anywhere without a pen and paper．You never know what you’ll run into．”After a few days, I gave my oral report totally from 　　9　　 in class．I got an A on the entire project．

　　Years later, I was in college looking around for a new career, but with no success．Then I 　　10　　 Virginia DeView and my desire at 13 to be a journalist．And I called my parents．They didn’t 　　11　　 me．They just reminded me how competitive the field was and 　　12　　 all my life I had to run away from competition．This was true．But journalism did something to me; it was in my blood．　　13　　 gave me the freedom to go up to total strangers and ask what was 　　14　　．

　　For the past 12 years, I’ve had the most satisfying reporting career, 　　15　　 stories from murders to airplane crashes and 　　16　　 choosing my strongest area．　　17　　 I went to pick up my phone one day, an incredible wave of memories hit me and I realized that had it not been 　　18　　 Virginia DeView, I would not be sitting at that desk．

　　I get 　　19　　 all the time：“How did you pick journalism?”

　　“Well, you see, there was a teacher…”I just wish I could 　　20　　 her．