【推荐1】Tyler and I stopped by our corner store. A few police cars caught Tyler’s attention. “Mom, can I use my allowance money and buy the policemen some doughnuts to say ‘thank you’?” he asked.

“Certainly!” I said, feeling proud that I was achieving my aim to raise my children to be grateful, tender-hearted and caring.

After we left the store, Tyler asked a question that would change our lives and the lives of countless others forever.

“Why were the police so happy about the doughnuts?”

I explained some people are not always friendly to police officers. Tyler was very sad to hear this, and instead of shrugging it off, he said that he was going to thank every cop in America and buy them each a doughnut!

I was shocked, but it never occurred to me to say “no”. In fact, I thought it was an excellent but unachievable idea. I suggested many other options, but nothing was enough for him on the newfound mission (使命).

I didn’t know how to put this passion into action, but I knew one thing: Tyler had found his purpose, and it was my duty to help him. I e-mailed our local office and asked if Tyler could host a thank-you event for them. They were delighted. At the event, they called Tyler “The Donut Boy”, a name that has become known throughout the nation.

Then we kept planning thank-you events and many caring people joined in. We were invited to TV stations, and flew to Washington, D.C. for National Police Week. It has been three years since a simple act of kindness sparked a wonderful idea in an eight-year-old boy,

In forty-eight states, more than 90,000 doughnuts have been delivered so far, with no end in sight. We’re made memories that will last a lifetime, but most importantly, we have served those who serve us daily and made our mark on this world.

【推荐2】The choir rehearsal(合唱排练）of the school year took place in the school hall.All the students joined together to sing.I watched as my elder sister and her grade took their places on the stage.Meanwhile I could hear some students laughing pointing at a girl next to my sister.I'd never seen this girl before.A girl whispered in my ear“Do you know she's wearing diapers(纸尿裤)？”

After school that evening I asked my sister about the girl that I saw .She told me her name was Theresa and that she was a nice girl “Why were those kids being rude to her?”I asked ,“Because they're stupid” she said.

One day，I was walking home from school when I heard voices behind me“There’s the little idiot's young sister. Does your sister wet her trousers too?"I walked faster and then felt a stone hit me in the back. When I got home, I pushed my way into her room, screaming at her. “Why do you have to be that girl's friend? I don't see anyone else being nice to her.” Janelle yelled back “Because she's a wonderful person and she's dying!” I will remember those words as long as I live.Theresa wetted her trousers because she had an illness, which was killing her. My sister, the only one nice enough to be her friend and stick up for her. Several months later, Theresa passed away.

I felt proud that Janelle was my sister.Throughout the years she always made friends with everyone.It didn't matter whether they were brilliant or not? He never left anyone feeling alone.It was she who changed me and taught me never to look at anyone in the same way again

I know you think these notes are silly. I have watched you wear a long face over the years when I give them to you. But understand that sometimes I want to tell you something and I want to get it just right. Putting it down on paper helps me do that. I wish I had been a better writer, I wish I had gone to college. If I had, I think I would have studied English and maybe my vocabulary would have improved. So many times I feel I am using the same words over and over. Like a woman wearing the same dress every day. So boring！

What I want to say to you, Charley, is you are marrying a wonderful girl. I think of Catherine in many ways like I think of Roberta. Like a daughter. She is sweet and patient. You should be the same with her, Charley.

Here is what you are going to find out about marriage: you have to work at it together* And have to love three things. You have to love

What I mean by that last one is, there may be times that you fight, and sometimes you Catherine won’t even like each other. But those are the times you have to love your marriage like a third party. Look at your wedding photos. Look at any memories you’ve made. And if believe in those memories, they will pull you back together.

I’m very proud of you today, Charley. I am putting this in your tuxedo pocket because I know how you lose things.

I love you every day！

Mom

【推荐1】As a young girl growing up in the 1930s, I always wanted to fly a plane, but back then it was almost unheard of for a woman to do that. I got a taste of that dream in 2001, when my husband arranged for me to ride in a hot air balloon for my birthday. But the experience turned out to be very dull. Around that time, I told my husband that I wanted to skydive. So when our retirement community announced that they were having an essay competition and the topic was an experience of a lifetime that you wanted to have, I decided to write about my dream.

In the essay, I wrote about my desire to skydive, stating George Brush Sr. did it at age 80. Why not me? I was just 84 and in pretty good health. A year went by and I heard nothing. But then at a community party in late April 2009, they announced that I was one of the winners. I just couldn’t believe it. Inspired by this, I decided to realize my dream, even though some of my family members and my doctor were against it.

On June 11, 2009, nearly 40 of my family and friends gathered in the area close to where I would land while I headed up in the airplane. My instructor, Jay, guided me through the experience. The plane was the noisiest one I had ever been in, but I wasn’t frightened—I was really just looking forward to the experience. When we reached 13,000 feet, Jay instructed me to throw myself out of the plane. When we first hit the air, the wind was so strong that I could hardly breathe. For a second I thought, “What have I gotten myself into?” But then everything got calmer. We were in a free fall for about a minute before Jay opened the parachute（降落伞）, then we just floated downward for about five minutes. Being up in the clouds and looking at the view below was unlike anything I have ever felt—much better than the hot air balloon. I was just enjoying it.

Skydiving was really one of the greatest experiences of my life. I hope other people will look at me and realize that you don’t stop living just because you are 84 years old. If there’s something you want to experience, look into it. If it’s something that is possible, make it happen.

【推荐3】The old man walked with a cane（拐杖）slowly into the restaurant. His poor jacket

patched（打补丁）trousers and worn-out shoes made him stand out from the usual Saturday morning breakfast crowd. Unforgettable were his pale blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds，large rosy cheeks，and thin lips held in a steady smile.

He walked towards a table by the window. A young waitress watched him and ran over to him， saying，“Here, Sir. Let me give you a hand with that chair”

Without a word，he smiled and nodded a thank you. She pulled the chair away from the table. Steadying him with one arm， she helped him move in front of the chair， and get comfortably seated. Then she pushed the table up close to him，and learned his cane against the table where he could reach it.

In a soft，clear voice he said, “Thank you, Miss”

“You are welcome, Sir.” she replied，“My name is Mary. I’ll be back in a moment. If you need anything, just wave at me.”

After he had finished a hearty meal of pancakes，bacon，and hot lemon tea，Mary brought him the change, helping him up from his chair and out from behind the table. She handed him his cane， and walked with him to the front door. Holding the door open for him, she said, “Come back and see us, Sir.”

He nodded a thank you and said softly with a smile, “You are very kind！”

When Mary went to clean his table，she was shocked. Under his plate she found a business card and a note written on the napkin, under which was a 100$ bill.

The note on the napkin read，“Dear Mary，I respect you very much， and you respect yourself，too. It shows by the way you treat others. You have found the secret of happiness. Your kind gestures will shine through those who meet you. ”

The man she had served was the owner of the restaurant. This was the first time that she，or any of his employees, had seen him in person.