Even though it was only October，my students were already whispering about Christmas plans．With each passing day everyone became more 　　1　　 waiting for the final school bell．Upon its 　　2　　 everyone would run for their coats and go home，everyone except David．

　　David was a small boy in ragged clothes．I had often 　　3　　 what kind of home life David had，and what kind of mother could send her son to school dressed so 　　4　　 for the cold winter months without a coat，boots，or gloves．But something made David 　　5　　．I can still remember he was always 　　6　　 a smile and willing to help．He always 　　7　　 after school to straighten chairs and mop the floor．We never talked much．He 　　8　　 just simply smile and ask what else he could do，then thank me for letting him stay and slowly 　　9　　 home．

　　Weeks passed and the 　　10　　 over the coming Christmas grew into restlessness until the last day of 　　11　　 before the holiday break．I smiled in 　　12　　 as the last of them hurried out of the door．Turning around I saw David 　　13　　 standing by my desk．

　　“I have something for you，”he said and 　　14　　 from behind his back a small box．　　15　　 it to me，he said anxiously，“Open it．” I took the box from him，thanked him and slowly unwrapped it．I lifted the lid and to my 　　16　　 I saw nothing．I looked at David's smiling face and back into the box and said，“The box is nice，David，but it's 　　17　　．”

　　“Oh，no．It isn't．” said David．” It's full of love．My mum told me before she died that love was something you couldn't see or touch unless you know it's there．”

　　Tears filled my eyes 　　18　　 I looked at the proud dirty face that I had rarely given 　　19　　 to．After that Christmas，David and I became good friends and I never forgot the meaning 　　20　　 the little empty box set on my desk．．

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　　Even though it was only October, my students were already whispering about Christmas plans, With each passing dity everyone became more 　　1　　 wthting for the final school bell Upon its 　　2　　 everyine wouod run for their coats and go hone, everyone except David

　　David was a small boy in ragged clothes．I had often 　　3　　 what kind of home lire david had, and what kind of mother could send her son to schlool dressed so 　　4　　 for the cold winter months, without a coat, boots, or gloves, But something made David 　　5　　 I can still remember he was always 　　6　　 a smile and willing to help．He always 　　7　　 after school to straighten chairs and mop the floor．We never talkde much He 　　8　　 just smile and ask what else he could do, then thank me for letting him stay and slowly 　　9　　 home

　　Weeks passed and the 　　10　　 ovre the coming christrnas grew ilto restlwssness until the last day of 　　11　　 before the holiday break．Ismiled in 　　12　　 as the last of them hurried out the door tuming arormd Isaw David 　　13　　 standing by my desk．

　　“I have something for you”he said 　　14　　 from behind his back a small box．　　15　　 it to me, he said artxiously．“open it”I took the boxrom him, thanked him and slowly unwjapped it Iliftd the lid and to my 　　16　　 saw nothing Ilooked at David's smiling face add back into the box and said．“The box is nice, david, but it's 　　17　　”

　　“Oh no it isn’t”said david“It’s full of love, my mum told me before she died that love was something you couldn’t see or souch unless you know it’s thete”

　　Tears filled my eyes 　　18　　 Iooked at the proud dirty race that I had rarely given 　　19　　 to．After that Christmas, David and Ibecame good friends and I never forgot the manning 　　20　　 the little empjty box set on my desk

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　　I was sure that I was to be killed．I became terribly nervous．I felt blindly in my pockets to see if there were any cigarettes, which had 　　1　　 the search of jailers(people who guard prisoners)．I found one and because of my shaking hands, I could 　　2　　 get it to my lips．But I had no matches, they had taken those．

　　I 　　3　　 through the bars at my jailer．He did not make eye contact with me．I called out to him, “Have you got a light?” He looked at me, 　　4　　 and came over to light my cigarette．As he came close and 　　5　　 the match, his eyes accidentally locked with mine．At that moment, I 　　6　　．I don't know why I did that．Perhaps it was 　　7　　, perhaps it was because, when you get very close, one to another, it is very 　　8　　 not to smile．In any case, I smiled．In that instant, it was as though a 　　9　　 jumped across the gap between our two hearts, our two human souls．I know he didn't want to, but my smile leaped through the bars and 　　10　　 a smile on his lips, too．He lit my cigarette but stayed 　　11　　, looking at me directly in the eyes and continuing to smile．

　　I kept smiling at him, now 　　12　　 of him as a person and not just a jailer．“Do you have 　　13　　?” he asked．“Yes, here．” I took out my wallet and nervously felt for the 　　14　　 of my family．He, too, took out the pictures of his family and began to talk about his plans and hopes for them．My eyes were 　　15　　 with tears．I said that I 　　16　　 that I'd never see my family again, never have the chance to see them grow up．　　17　　 came to his eyes, too．　　18　　, without another word, he 　　19　　 my cell and silently led me out．There, at the edge of town, he 　　20　　 me．And without another word, he turned back toward the town．

　　My life was saved by a smile．Yes, the smile－the unaffected, unplanned, natural connection between people．

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