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Johnny, a 17-year-old from Whitehorse, had been competing in Cross-Country Skiing for five years. For many young athletes like him in Whitehorse, Yukon, the Yukon Cross-Country Ski Championships were more than just a competition. It was their dream. A year ago, Johnny qualified for the Championships and successfully won a medal.
After the competition, Johnny was eager to share his experience with Hayden, his teammate and best friend. Hayden had narrowly missed qualifying for the Championships. Johnny had watched his friend train tirelessly, push himself to the limit, and always keep his big smile. Johnny knew how much the Championships meant to Hayden.
Johnny handed Hayden some colorful pins. “These are pins I traded with athletes from all over Yukon,” Johnny said with a smile, “I want you to have them, so you can feel a part of the event too.”
Hayden was touched, “Thanks, Johnny. This means a lot.”
“Next time,” Johnny continued, “I hope you can also experience the event. I know you’ll make it.”
Hayden nodded, “I’ll work even harder for that.”
This year’s Yukon Cross-Country Ski Championships would be held in a month. Coach Nick guided the team through daily tough training and the team made significant progress in their skating, cornering, and downhill techniques. Meanwhile, they enhanced their endurance and balance. Both Johnny and Hayden met the Championship standards. Given Johnny’s rich competitive experience. Coach Nick once again qualified Johnny for this year’s event and Hayden was selected as an alternate (替补).
The qualification for the competition excited Johnny, but there was always an idea staying in his mind. Johnny knew his friend had been wanting to go to the Championships for several years. This was the last chance for both of them to attend the Championships, as they would age out of the competition after this year. The thought became clear in his mind, strong and steady.
注意：The next day, Johnny went to see the coach.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Hayden accepted the precious chance to compete in the Championships.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Once strangers, David Whitson and Allie Reimold are now lifelong friends bonded by a life-saving gift.
Four years earlier, as an 18-year-old behavioral sciences undergraduate, Allie had helped organize the Purdue University Dance Marathon to raise money for an Indiana children’s hospital. During the 16-hour event, she’d joined the National Marrow Donor Program, a global nonprofit assisting bone marrow (骨髓) and stem cell transplants for patients with life-threatening blood cancers. Allie knows it’s of great significance. Some 18,000 Americans are diagnosed each year with a life-threatening illness — including leukemia (白血病), lymphoma, sickle cell disease and more than 70 others — that could be treated with a marrow or blood cell transplant, according to the Health Resources and Services Administration. But some patients, the federal agency says, will never find a match.
David was just 44 when he went from incredibly healthy to being on a ventilator(呼吸机). When his cold turned into a fever, David rushed to an emergency room. He explained to the doctor that “something was seriously wrong” because the left side of his body was in pain. A CT scan and other tests revealed his poor physical condition. Acute myeloid leukemia — a rare, fast-growing blood and bone marrow cancer originating from abnormal blood stem cells — tends to affect older adults, according to Yale Medicine.
He broke down when two more rounds of chemotherapy (化疗) failed to fight the illness. But if he found the right match, David’s cancerous Type B-positive blood could be replaced. It could return him to health. But finding a donor match can be challenging: Only about 30% of patients have a relative who can donate; for the rest, doctors search national and international donor registries, according to the Cleveland Clinic. Siblings (兄弟姐妹) are often the best matches because they have the same biological parents. But David’s brother wasn’t an ideal match. So, his doctors tried the registries.
注意：续写词数应为150左右。Allie got the call.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The bone marrow was quickly transported to David’s hospital and the operation was successful.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________It was the summer of 2019, and I was part of a team of eight climbers attempting to reach the top of Mount Rainier in Washington State. We had been training for over a year, preparing for the physical and mental challenges of the climb. Our team, composed of experienced mountaineers and a few beginners like myself, had grown close during our training sessions. We relied on each other for support, encouragement, and motivation. If someone was struggling, the rest of us would step in to help, whether it was carrying extra sports equipment or offering words of encouragement.
The first two days of the climb went smoothly. We made good progress, reaching Camp Muir at 10,000 feet without any major issues. The weather was perfect, and our spirits were high. On the third day, we began our push for the peak. The plan was to start early in the morning, around 2 a.m., to take advantage of the colder, firmer snow. We roped up and began the climb, each of us focused on the task at hand.
As we approached Disappointment, Cleaver, a steep and dangerous section of the climb, the weather began to change. The wind picked up, and the temperature dropped significantly. We could barely see more than a few feet in front of us because of the dense fog, and the snow underfoot became unstable. Despite the challenging conditions, we carried on, determined to reach the peak.
Then, disaster struck. One of our team members, Sarah, lost her footing and slipped. The force of her fall pulled the rest of us off balance, and we all fell, sliding down the slope (斜坡). I felt a sharp pain in my leg as I hit a rock, and I knew immediately that something was wrong. The rest of the team quickly regained their footing and managed to stop our slide, but I was unable to stand.
注意：“I think my leg is broken,” I said painfully.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________The rescue team arrived finally.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________On a dark stormy night, Lucy dressed in a bright yellow raincoat covered in dirty mud was sitting on her house step, waiting for her mom to come home. After she waited for an hour, she became scared. She could hear noises that made her feel lonelier and more abandoned. Various horrible thoughts rolled through her head. She thought her mom didn’t want her anymore and had left her to fend for (照料) herself. She thought that something might have happened to her that would affect her life forever. Suddenly she saw lights from a car. Her face lit up but as soon as she saw the car clearly, she realized it wasn’t her mom’s car.
However, the car was heading straight for her. She was so afraid of being abducted (诱拐) by someone that she started to scream. She had heard so many stories from her teacher that had terrified her. Her teacher told her what happened to so many people who were abducted. She didn’t want to be one of those people. She began to think about all the wonderful times she had spent with her mom. In the meantime, she began to think of what she had said to her before she left that morning. She had said that she was the worst mom and that she never wanted to see her or talk to her again in her life. How she wished she had never said any of those horrible words to her mom.
As the car came closer and closer she began to cry and realized that this might be the last time she ever saw her family again. As the mysterious figure got out of the car, she couldn’t see the person’s face because it was so dark. All she could see was the silver outline of the figure.
注意：Lucy was scared half to death as the figure approached closer to her but then she heard a familiar voice.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________“That’s OK, my darling, but do you like my new car?”
____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Jacob believed Blanche, the little bird, could fly with his training. But Rex, his neighbor, did not share his enthusiasm and constantly joked about his attempts. “You got wings? Where are they? ” He patted Jacob’s shoulder and laughed. Jacob shook his hand off and held on to the box.
The bird flapped (振翅) around and let out another cry. She hated being inside that box. But Jacob had to put her there to take her to the mountaintop and release her. The wind blew harder, icy-cold in their faces.
“That’s a strong wind, ” said Rex, “Are you sure that pigeon can fly in this? ”
“Blanche isn’t a pigeon, ” Jacob shouted.
Rex laughed, “Oh yeah, that’s right. A seagull (海鸥) . One of those little things that hop by the sea.” His jokes continued, but Jacob tuned him out, his mind wandering back to the day he found Blanche on the shore. She hardly had any feathers and her eyes were almost completely shut. But Jacob touched her and she moved a little bit. So Jacob took her home.
Then he faced a new challenge: What to feed the baby bird? Jacob headed to the library and came across a book with a picture of a man feeding a baby bird milk. Desperate and willing to try anything, he gave it a shot …
All the way, Rex made one comment after another. Always the same thing. “That silly bird can’t fly. She’s lucky to be alive.” But Jacob remained firm in his belief. Now, with the box in hand, he felt a wave of determination. Blanche had already beaten the odds; he knew she could fly.
“So, what’s the plan? ” Rex asked, a touch of doubt in his voice. “Just throw her off the top?” Jacob ignored the doubt in Rex’s tone, his focus only on Blanche and her approaching flight.
“I’ll help her,” Jacob replied. “I’ve been training her for two weeks.”
“Alright, alright, let’s do this,” Rex urged impatiently. “It’s freezing.”
Jacob placed the box on the grass and bent down to open it.
注意：“Come on, girl! Out you go,” Jacob encouraged her.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Jacob was about to give up when he felt a sudden lightness in his hands.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Jack leaned against his apartment’s kitchen counter, gazing at the growing mountain of bills. Despite the city’s promise of opportunities, he struggled with a low-paying job and high expenses. Every month felt like a battle to make ends meet. He missed the warmth of Mr. Thompson’s old house, where every tenant (租户) felt like family and Mr. Thompson treated each tenant with constant kindness.
One cool autumn day, as Jack sorted through his mail, mostly consisting of bills and advertisements, a plain white envelope caught his eye. The return address belonged to Mr. Thompson. Heart pounding with curiosity, Jack tore it open. Inside, a check for $2,500 and a handwritten note fell into his hands.
“Dear Jack,
I hope this letter finds you well. I’ve recently sold the old house, and it felt only right to share a portion of the proceeds with those who made it a home. Over the years, watching young people like you grow and pursue their dreams has been my greatest reward. Your presence brought joy and warmth to our community. I wish you all the best.
Warm regards,
Thompson”
Jack’s eyes welled up with tears of gratitude. This unexpected windfall was more than just money-it was a lifeline, a ray of hope in his struggles. The gesture reminded him of all the times Mr. Thompson had shown similar kindness to his tenants, from helping with repairs to offering wise advice during difficult times.
The check trembled in Jack’s hand. It could fix everything, he thought-the unpaid rent, the empty fridge, and the endless fear. But his chest tightened. Memories of his father’s lectures echoed: “Never depend on others. Stand on your own.” Jack had promised to prove himself in the city, yet here he was, drowning.
Mr. Thompson’s words warmed him, but doubt crept in. Was it a charity case? He needed answers-not from the money, but from the man who sent it.
Jack paced, the check glaring from the table. He imagined Mr. Thompson’s kind eyes. This isn’t pity, Jack reasoned. It’s... thanks.
注意:Anyway, Jack was determined to express his gratitude in person.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Inspired by Mr. Thompson’s words, Jack knew what to do next.
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