2 . Derek Rabelo was born in Brazil in 1992. His father called him Derek after a famous _________ star, Derek Ho. Derek’s father wanted Derek to become a surfer, too, but there was a _________: unfortunately, Derek was born _________. His father’s dream to see his son surf seemed _________!

When Derek was 17, his father told him about his _________. From that moment on, Derek tried his best to become a surfer. He went to the _________ every day and started taking surfing _________ with a coach. Derek kept trying and _________, he learned to surf.

Derek explains that _________ he can’t see, he understands the noises that the waves make and can __________ them when they are coming. He says every part of a wave makes a different noise, __________ he knows which direction to surf in.

In 2012, he flew to Hawaii to surf one of the most challenging and dangerous __________ in the world. Local surfers were very __________ to see the confident young man surf the huge wave with no problem __________.

A film producer decided to make a film about him. Beyond Sight tells Derek’s inspirational story and teaches us that nothing is impossible if you ________ yourself!

4 . A jobless man wanted very much to have the position of “office boy” at Microsoft. The HR manager interviewed him and then watched him cleaning the floor as a test. “You have passed the test,” he said. “Give me your e­mail address and I’ll send you the form to fill in and the date when you may start.” The man replied, “But I don’t have a computer, neither an e­mail.” “I’m sorry,” said the HR manager. “If you don’t have an e­mail, that means you are not living. And anyone who isn’t living cannot have the job.”

The man left with no hope at all. He didn’t know what to do with only $10 in his pocket. He thought and thought. Then he went to the supermarket and bought 10 kilos of tomatoes. He sold the tomatoes from door to door. In less than two hours, he had 20 dollars. He repeated the operation three times, and started to go early every day, and returned home late. Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles. Five years later, the man was one of the biggest food retailers (零售商) in the US.

One day, one of his friends asked him for his e­mail. He said, “I haven’t got one.” His friend couldn’t believe his ears. “Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an e­mail?” The man thought for a while and replied, “Yes, I’d be an office boy at Microsoft!”

7 . In 1992, when Xi Jinping worked in Fuzhou, he came across a newspaper report about “My Guling,” written by a Chinese student studying in the United States.

The report described an unsuccessful attempt by an American couple to revisit the small town of Guling in southern China. Her husband, Milton Gardner, spent 10 years here as a child before moving back to the United States in 1911.

Gardner later became a professor of physics at the University of California. He has been eager to return to Guling since China and the US established diplomatic relations in 1979. But because of his failing health, he never made the trip.

Gardner spent his final hours saying “Kuling, Kuling,” according to the newspaper.

After his death, his wife, Elizabeth Gardner, decided to carry out her husband’s last wish and has since made several trips to China to try to find the small city her husband loved so much. Her efforts were in vain as she had few clues (clues) as to the exact location of the town. But a Chinese student of the Gardner family identified the town as Guling, near Fuzhou, from a postmark on some of the late Mr. Gardner’s old mail. The student wrote an article about Gardner’s story and sent it to the People’s Daily, one of China’s leading newspapers.

“After I read the story, I immediately contacted Mrs. Gardner through the relevant authorities and invited her to visit,” told the press. There she met nine of her husband’s childhood friends, all of whom were over 90 at the time.

“She said she would cherish the friendship (bond) between her husband and the Chinese people, because after seeing the beautiful Guling and the warmth and goodwill of the Chinese people with her own eyes, she now understands why her husband is so attached to China.”

I believe there are many such touching stories between the Chinese and American people.

8 . The bus screamed to a stop in Nazareth, Israel. Five Australian backpackers boarded and struck up a conversation with me. They asked typical travelers’ questions — where was I going and why was I traveling alone? My plan was to travel with a friend of a friend, I explained, but when I called her that morning, she didn’t pick up and I had no other way to reach her. My stomach was in knots, but I decided to head out anyway, thinking I might run into her if I traveled to Tiberius, where we had planned to go together.

“Why don’t you travel with us?” one of the backpackers offered. They were experienced adventurers who would work for a few months, save, and then travel for as long as they could. Their current plan was to explore the Middle East and Europe in three months while working in London.

It seemed risky to travel with strangers, but my instinct said yes. For the next two weeks, I explored Israel with the backpackers and learned to trust my instincts in all types of new and interesting situations. When they hook a ride, I took the bus, but when they wanted to steal into the King David Hotel’s swimming pool, I led the way.

The world opened up to me because I chose to travel alone. I joined complete strangers, who become close friends. Years later, one couple from the backpacking group even flew from Sydney to Phoenix to be in my wedding. The trip was such a special experience that it gave me confidence in all areas of my life. Since then, I’ve backpacked alone across South Africa, sky-dived from 12,000 feet in New Zealand and even moved across the U.S. with no job lined up.

On my third day wandering in Israel with my new friends, I bumped into the woman I was supposed to meet. Though I was happy she was all right, I was grateful she hadn’t picked up the phone.

“Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.” What crosses your mind when you think of tomorrow? Some people think of the future literally like the next day. To others, it means the unknown. To me, it signifies hope.

Every day, on the way to and from school I pass by a children’s hospital. One morning, as I was hurrying to school, I noticed a child staring out of a small window on the first floor. The next minute I tripped (绊倒) and sprawled on the ground. As I slowly pulled myself up and dusted myself off, I looked up again and saw the child laughing. In spite of my situation, I was pleased to have made someone laugh. I bowed as though I were a performer. The child clapped and waved at me. As I stepped closer, I saw that the girl’s head was bald, a sign that she was a cancer patient. I quickly waved one last time to her before heading for the school

The next morning and the next, I looked out for the little girl and waved to her, doing a little jig just to make her laugh. I thought about her and wondered what her life must be like. Was that how the child lived from day to day?

I felt the urge to visit the child. I went to the hospital and looked for the room facing the road. I found the little girl. She was thin and pale. When she saw me, her eyes widened with recognition and she welcomed me with a shy smile. I talked to her a bit and learned her name, Suki. The nurse who saw me talking to her later told me that Suki was a leukemia patient. Her mother died two years ago and her father was now on duty outside the country. The nurse encouraged me to visit Suki so that she would not be so lonesome. As I was leaving, Suki called to me, “Tomorrow?” I understood and said,

“Yes, tomorrow.”

After that, I popped in to visit Suki after school every day.

Two months later, Suki told me the good news.