2 . Over the phone, Jack's mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

“Jack, did you hear me?"

“Oh, sorry, Mum. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack replied.

“You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,' she said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mum stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture. Jack stopped suddenly ...

“What's wrong, Jack?” his Mum asked.

“The box is gone," he said.

“What box?" Mum asked.

"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever told me was the thing he valued most. Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said.

Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. 'Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,' the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack s hands shook as he read the note inside.

"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.'

Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved (雕刻): 'Jack, Thanks for your time!- Harold Belser.'

7 . Michael McFarlen, one Michigan chef and the Vice President of Food and Beverage at FireKeepers Casino Hotel, couldn't stand throwing away perfectly good food any more since he knew how many people in his community faced food insecurity. So he decided to do something.

At one point, McFarlen decided to get involved with the South Central Food Bank of Michigan Inc. to help give back to those in need. After that, he knew he had to do more to help his community and reduce his food waste.

McFarlen came up with a plan to open a restaurant in the community that would also help support a food pantry （储藏室）.After presenting the idea to FireKeepers leadership, they immediately approved the plan and agreed to help McFarlen realize his dream.

In April of 2016, the owners of the FireKeepers Casino Hotel bought Fire Station No. 4, a historic firehouse near downtown that had been closed for years and was due to be pulled down. The group started transforming the fire station into a restaurant and food pantry to help people struggling for their next meal.

On April 19, 2017, the restaurant opened to the public for the first time. At the same time, the food pantry opened its door in the back of the building.

"It's really unique,   Kathy George, an Officer of FireKeepers, told Second Wave Media. "A number of casinos do outreach, but we're not aware of anyone who actually created a restaurant and food pantry directly.”

The first year of operation went beyond their expectations. Not only did the restaurant attract customers, but the food pantry helped more people than they ever imagined.

Apart from providing the typical pantry goods, McFarlen wanted to figure out a way to lower food waste at the Casino Hotel. "We flash-freeze food from the buffet （自助餐）and make family trays out of them. Once packaged, the food is delivered to food pantries in the area.” George explained.

8 . Mr. Utterson was a lawyer who was good-natured to his friends. His companions were usually distant relations from his own family, or friends that he had known for a long time.

One friend in particular was Mr. Richard Enfield, a distant relative, and a well-known man in London. The two men were very different, but they always went for a long Sunday walk together. People who saw them out on their walk reported that they rarely spoke. However, they would even cancel other appointments in order to go and enjoy their walks without interruption.

One day, while they were out on their walk together, they were strolling (漫步) along a small quiet street. It was all clean and attractive except for one building two storeys high.

As they passed, Mr. Enfield asked Mr. Utterson if he had ever noticed the dirty door, because it reminded him of a very strange story.

“No,” said Mr. Utterson. “What story was that?”

“Well,” replied Mr. Enfield. “Once, I was coming home this way at about 3 am on a dark winter’s night, and the whole area was very quiet and deserted. But then suddenly I saw two people. One was a small unpleasant-looking man walking along this street at a good speed. The second was a small girl, about eight or nine years old, running as fast as she could. Well, the two met at the corner and ran into each other. The unusual thing was that instead of stopping and apologizing, the little man, quite on purpose, stamped (踩) hard on the girl as she lay on the ground, screaming with pain.”

“It was a terrible thing to see. I shouted out and chased the man, caught him and brought him back to where he had knocked down the girl. The noise had attracted a small crowd of people, including some of the girl’s family, who were very angry with the man. He did not apologize, nor was he sorry for what had happened. We all told him that we would make a lot of trouble for him if he did not pay for his actions.”

“The man agreed to pay one hundred pounds to the family. As he did not have that amount of money with him, he said he had to go and get a cheque. He went to the house with the door we are looking at now, and came out with another man’s cheque for almost one hundred pounds at four o'clock in the morning. Therefore w made him stay at my house until the banks opened. Then we went to cash the cheque. I handed it over myself and was sure that it would be a forgery, but to my surprise, it was real”

9 . Claire Wyatt, a 24-year-old British volunteer, led eight Cambodians living with disabilities on a 155-mile bike ride from Phnom Penh, the nation’s capital, to Siem Reap to raise money and deliver supplies to those in need in the coronavirus pandemic(新冠病毒大流行).

“Leading this trip was an incredibly special experience for me,” said Claire. “Not only was I encouraged by the determination of each and every rider, but also the team taught me every day not to focus on their disability.”

When she was first asked to lead the trip, Claire admitted, she was feeling nervous about her team traveling such a distance in just a few days because cycling with a disability can come with added physical and emotional challenges.

One team member named Dy, who lost an arm in an accident, biked using just one arm to balance. Another named Vulta could only pedal on one side due to polio(小儿麻痹). Despite all the difficulties, Claire realized quickly that she didn’t have to worry about her team. She saw them deal with rough area that she had seen abled cyclists give up on before.

The volunteers covered the distance in just four days, not only helping so many people across the country, but also overcoming huge difficulties to get there.

“The best thing about this ride is that the riders have all volunteered their time to do this. They are so enthusiastic about Cambodia and raising money for others in need,” said Claire. “The money raised will feed 99 families in Siem Reap.”

Claire recalled her favorite moment of the experience, when one of the cyclists pushed an exhausted teammate up a hill for 2 miles. “One moment that stood out for me was when Naret, our only female rider, was feeling tired,” she said. “Her fellow rider gently put his hand on her back and pushed her for 2 miles! They were encouraging each other to push through the tiredness.”

10 . A mum-of-two, Cherish Reardon, was bullied (欺凌) throughout her teenage years and struggled with anxiety for years. In March 2017, Cherish was struggling to adapt to life as a stay-at-home mum when she started exploring ways she could work for herself. Cherish said, “I am eager to work through the website at home. It is a good way to avoid a job interview!”

Immediately, Cherish tried going into fashion. She first focused on vintage-inspired (复古风的) dresses. In order to get her Popsy Clothing started online, Cherish had to put all savings into the business and turned to family for extra backing — she managed to raise & 10,000.

In the first few months, Cherish would only sell a few in the online marketplace. But soon she realized that mums like herself were the ones buying into the brand and NOT the 16-year-old girls what she had expected. Along with the Etsy shop and website, the mum-of-two set up a web page called Frocks & Friends to share fashion tips. Cherish said, “Now we ask my customers what sort of printed cloth they like best. I feel like it is their idea as well as ours.”

Last year, Popsy Clothing turned over almost £ 1,000,000, appearing on Gok Wan’s Fashion Roadshow. In 2019, the business sold 33,200 dresses and Popsy has now branched out into kids clothing and tights. Describing how her business has helped her anxiety, Cherish said, “Anxiety is always going to be with me to a certain degree, but I think I’ve learnt how to manage it and I’ve got support of many other women. Knowing that I’m not alone and other people struggle with it as well, that has been amazing.