【推荐3】Neudy Rojop, 29, looks across the rough, rocky road in the small rural village of San Rafael Pacaya. It leads to the home where she grew up and where she still lives today.

When Rojop was about 10, her cousin, Carlos, was very sick. Without any local clinics (诊所), Rojop’s family couldn’t even figure out what the disease was. They could do nothing but wait. Growing up, she noticed how frequently many of those around her were getting sick. As a teenager, she started to realize her community needed better chance to health care. So she determined to go to a nursing school.

But her vision was beyond being a nurse. After graduation, she realized one person was not enough to make the community better. “The people here may have common diseases,” she thought. “Some are known. But there may be new diseases that we don’t know about.” She wanted to do something to keep any illness from being a threat in the first place. She wanted to train people and do some research to monitor these illnesses and try to provide early actions, or try out new ways to prevent some of them.

Over the next few years, she and a small team brought her vision to life. They provided measures that could limit the possible risks. Olson, one of her colleagues, recalled, “She has zero clinical experience and zero research experience at first, but now she is a superstar here. Her working place is usually busy with about 300 patients per month.”

Now Rojop starts her days with a morning meeting, making decisions, solving problems and setting priorities with her teammates. “In the past, I was so young that I could do nothing for my community,” she says. “But now I can help because I know how.”

【推荐1】Sometimes the very thing that we think is wrong with us is actually our greatest gift．That was especially the case for Clint Pulver when he became a 10﹣year﹣old drummer．

When he was 10 years old，he struggled so much in school．He just could not stay still in class． He tried so hard to focus，but he could not stop tapping．It annoyed his classmates so much that they would also yell at him and beg him to stop tapping．Clint's teacher gave him several warnings，but he would unconsciously start tapping again．

Clint's constant tapping was such a problem to the class that he was sent to the head teacher's office．The head teacher figured that whenever Clint felt the urge to tap，sitting on his hands would solve the problem．So，Clint tried it．Whenever he wanted to tap，he quickly sat on his hands．It didn't work at all．

Then one day，while Clint was tapping away in one teacher's class，the teacher told him to stay after class．Clint thought he was in trouble．But after class，his teacher，Mr．Jensen，was very kind to him． Instead of giving Clint tips on how to refrain from tapping，he asked Clint if he ever thought of drumming．He opened the drawer of his desk and handed Clint his very first pair of drumsticks，Mr．Jensen's ability to recognize and encourage Clint's gift changed his life．

Since that moment，Clint never put those drumsticks down．He practiced and practiced and developed a skill that enabled him to get opportunities to tour and travel as a drummer．Clint was even able to have his college time paid for because of drumming．He still has a very successful career in drumming，and it is all because one person believed in him．

【推荐3】It was New Year’s night. An aged man was standing at a window. Few more hopeless people than himself now moved towards their certain goal—the tomb. He had already passed sixty of the age leading to it, and he had brought from his journey nothing but errors and regrets.

The days of his youth appeared like dreams before him, and he recalled the serious moment when his father placed him at the entrances of the two roads. One leading to a peaceful, sunny place covered with flowers and fruits; the other leading to a deep dark cave which was endless. He looked towards the sky and cried painfully, “Oh youth, return! Oh, my father, place me once more at the entrance to life.” But both his father and the days of his youth had passed away.

He saw the lights flowing away in the darkness, and these were the days of his wasted life; he saw a star fall from the sky and disappear, and this was the symbol of himself. Then he remembered his friends in his childhood, who entered life together with him. But they had made their way to success and were then honored and happy on that New Year’s night.

The clock in the high church tower struck and the sound made him remember his parents. They had taught him and prayed to God for his good. But he chose the wrong way with shame and grief. He dared no longer to look towards the heaven where his parents lived. He burst out a cry: “Come back, my early days!” And his youth did return, for all this was only a dream on New Year’s night. He was still young though his faults were real. He had not yet entered the deep dark cave, and he was still free to walk on the road which leads to the peaceful and sunny land.