In 1989, fresh out of high school, I had the difficult task of choosing a career path before college started in three months. In those days in Pakistan, there were limited choices: becoming a doctor or an engineer, or entering the financial world after getting a business degree. I wasn’t interested in engineering, so that I was left with medicine or business. I couldn’t decide.

My uncle suggested that I do a work placement(实习) to experience it for a month in an international company followed by a month in a hospital. After that, I could make a decision. It seemed like a good idea.

I was accepted for a month’s placement at a foreign bank in Karachi. I got a feel of how the world of finance functioned, made new friends, and generally enjoyed the mostly easy­going work surroundings.

The month passed rapidly, and soon I began working at a leading hospital in Karachi. The experience couldn’t have been more different. The hospital had a stressful environment. The days started early (at 7 am, compared to 9 am at the bank), and were filled with endless duties. And the night calls! This was crazy, working all day, through the night, and again the next day.

I began thinking about my two experiences. The bank had offered a more relaxing atmosphere, better working hours and less stress. The hospital was full of excitement, but studying and training were difficult. It seemed that the business choice was going to win out.

Near the end of my month at the hospital, I was driving home after an especially busy night call. In front of me was a public bus, with college students sitting on the top. As the driver weaved through (穿梭) traffic, I could see the boys shaking from side to side.

Suddenly, a boy fell off the back of the bus.

The next day, when I went to the hospital to see the boy, all his family got up, with grateful smiles on their faces.

On Christmas Eve, seventy-three-year-old George selected his food carefully. Skim milk was $2.99, white bread 89 cents with a 10-cent discount. Leaving the cashier, he calculated that he had saved 80 cents today.

At the exit, the wind reminded him of his gloves. “Where are they?” Not in the coat pockets. Not in the grocery bag either. He was sure he was wearing them when he entered the store. He clearly remembered putting them into the pocket of this coat. George made a second thorough search of all his pockets, again including the grocery bag. Now he was sure they must have been dropped somewhere inside the store.

Old George had bought the black leather gloves at a 25% discount, for just $35.00 ten years ago. They were soft and warn and very durable. He had taken care not to let a drop of water or rain touch his expensive gloves, so they looked like new. Losing this favorite possession was almost like losing a child to him.

George, calm on the outside but nervous inside, re-entered the store. He followed the same route he had walked before, starting at the bread counter, to the milk section, the corner where salt and sugar were placed, then the rest of the store. Several minutes of anxious searching turned out to be in vain. He asked the customers whether they saw a pair of black leather gloves, but they said no. Then he went over to the cashier without hesitation.to ask if she had received any lost gloves, but only received the same answer. His heart grew heavier.

“Society has changed, people have changed,” he murmured to himself. “Years ago, if somebody picked up something lost, they would give it back. Now a good action is lost.”

Yet he did not give up hope. He started to stare at anybody wearing black gloves to see if they looked like his. The first two persons he saw did wear gloves, but one was women's and the other not black.

Suddenly, he found a man looking like a lawyer, wearing black leather gloves.

During the whole holiday, he was always thinking whether to buy a new pair.

One never knows what one is going to find when one steps out into the world. Even something as simple as a walk through your neighborhood can result in either mild excitement or unusual adventure if the cards are right.

On a sunny afternoon, Mike journeyed into the construction site near his home. Suddenly, he heard something coming from around the side of a nearby building. It sounded like the whining(悲嚎声)cries of an animal. He curiously turned the corner, only to see a small dog standing on its back legs and wagging its tail pitifully. He then noticed that the poor thing seemed to be stuck at the waist between a small concrete wall and an even smaller broken wooden fence.

The poor animal's difficult situation was pretty obvious and Mike knew that if he did nothing and left the dog there, it might not survive. He had no idea how long the animal had been there up until that point. It might not have eaten or drunk anything in days. Determined to help, he looked around to find a stick, proceeded to climb up onto the cement slab and pointed his stick back at the clog. He was trying to pry(撬动)above the animal by insert the stick between the cement wall and the smaller, broken wall, but the terrified animal obviously didn't know his intention and attempted to bite at the tool and barked at him fearfully. The fright in its eyes said everything.

After at least a minute or so of trying to free the dog, Mike found his plan much more difficult in practice than it had stayed inside his own head. The hot sun was beating down. Drops of sweat running down his face, Mike sat clown on the ground and scratched his head with annoyance, thinking about what in the world his next move was going to be. Beside him, the dog curled up into a ball, whining miserably.

Then Mike went around to the other side of the wall and grabbed hold of the stick.

Eventually, with the few well-positioned pieces of wood, Mike managed to insert his stick in the right way.

5 . Madagascar was not the paradise I expected. A reporter and I were ______ there to find out who was helping with drought relief and the prevention of famine(饥荒).

After a three-hour ride in a van, we ______ in the small town of Ambovombe.Peter immediately headed over to the hospital to speak with a local ______ on our topics of interest. Since I didn't need to photograph the background ______ with the doctor, I wandered out to the road.

I raised my ______ to get some images before the sun went down. I've ______ been to Madagascar before, and until you've actually photographed in a place, you don't know how people will ______ to the camera.

I ______ a handsome man who was leaning against a wall in the golden light of dusk. No reaction. I took a breath. After a while, everyone within a 20-yard radius had ______ me. Some called out to each other, playfully teasing those I'd ______ .

Soon after, a mother encouraged me to photograph her young children.I ______ a moment. They were dressed in ______ clothes. One of them may not have even had any pants on---not because her parents were neglectful, but because they couldn't ________ them.

Their mother really ______ me to photograph them. This happens everywhere I go. Parents, ______ of their children, ask me to take a photo. I'd taken this photo of cute smiling children over and over. I don't usually save ________ ，but I saved this one.

Why? The children's _________ .It's something so powerful yet so ______ that we sometimes miss it. This mom, despite all the ________ obvious to an outsider's eyes, found in her children something she wanted a photograph to remember. That's because she saw a(n) ______ picture: She saw them with a mother's heart. As should we all.