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    Dale Carnegie rose from the unknown of a Missouri farm to international fame because he found a way to fill a universal human need.

    It was a need that he first 1 back in 1906 when young Dale was a junior at State Teachers College in Warrensburg. To get an 2, he was struggling against many difficulties. His family was poor. His Dad couldn't afford the 3 at college, so Dale had to ride horseback 12 miles to attend classes. Study had to be done  4 his farm-work routines. He withdrew from many school activities 5 he didn't have the time or the  6. He had only one good suit. He tried 7 the football team, but the coach turned him down for being too 8. During this period Dale was slowly 9 an inferiority complex (自卑感), which his mother knew could 10 him from achieving his real potential. She 11 that Dale join the debating team, believing that 12in speaking could give him the confidence and recognition that he needed.

    Dale took his mother's advice, tried desperately and after several attempts 13 made it. This proved to be a 14 point in his life. Speaking before groups did help him gain the 15 he needed. By the time Dale was a senior, he had won every top honor in 16. Now other students were coming to him for coaching and they,  17, were winning contests.

    Out of this early struggle to 18 his feelings of inferiority, Dale came to understand that the ability to  19 an idea to an audience builds a person's confidence. And, 20 it, Dale knew he could do anything he wanted to do—and so could others.

    Mr and Mrs Moore were invited to a Christmas party at a hotel one year. They 1their car outside and went in. Mr Moore had never got drunk (醉) before, so he was2not to drink too much,3his friends asked him to drink more 4 .

    During the party, Mrs Moore found that she had5to bring her bag, so she asked her husband to go out to the car and6it for her. He7so,but on his way back to the hotel gate ,he heard a car horn(喇叭) blowing near his own car. He thought 8might be in need of help and went over to the car with the 9. He found a small black bear sitting in the driving-seat and blowing the horn.

    When Mr Moore 10the party, he told several people about the bear, but of course they did not believe him and thought he was drunk. When he took them out of the hotel to 11that his story was12, he found that the car with the 13 in it had gone. There were so many14about Mr Moore's black bear during the next week that he at last put an advertisement(广告)in the newspaper;“If anyone saw a black bear blowing the horn in a car outside the Century Hotel 15 the   evening of Christmas Day, please tell…”

    Tow days later16Mrs Richards called him and said that she and her husband had left their pet (宠物) bear in their car outside the Century Hotel for a few minutes that evening, and that17 he had blown the horn.

    Mrs Richards did not 18to think there was anything19about that.“Our bear likes blowing car horns,”she said,“and we don't20when we are not driving the car.”

    I was 15, She looked like she was over 70. But on that day, I think she 1 me more than anyone else.

    Walking into church that Sunday was 2. I had 3 let anyone see me cry. But I 4 I would cry that day. My grandfather was suddenly ill. The doctors said he might not live much longer. Everyone else in my family was crying. I felt 5 inside, too.

    I went to the 6 that day to pray. There, I 7 a lady sitting at the end of my row. She was smiling. I closed my eyes and8 for my grandfather to get better. Soon, tears came to my eyes. I tried to hold them back so that others wouldn't 9 I brought my head up and opened my eyes. I saw a hand in front of me handing me a10

    The old lady was sitting next to me,11 She didn't say a word. She just gave me a tissue (纸巾) and a smile. I12 to thank her, but only13 came out. Then she took my hand, I looked into her 14 They were clear and blue, and they made me feel 15 Her smile said to me: I am with you. Everything will be 16, I closed my eyes again. When I opened them, she was gone. I never saw her again.

    My grandfather died the next week. We all cried a lot more,17 when I thought of that old lady's warm smile，I felt a little 18.

    How did she know how I was19? I 20 I could see her again, to say thank you.

    The professor's house，big and untidy，stood alone at one end of a huge garden. The place was totally uncared for, quite 1 and overgrown with all sorts of useless things. I2my way through bushes and tall weeds to the front door and rang the bell.

    I was glad that I had found him. In twenty minutes, he 3 me right on all the 4 that had puzzled me. I was on the 5 of leaving when I looked out of his study window and said, “You're very fond of gardening, I see.”

    “No, I'm not,” he said. “ 6, I love this garden, though. It's 7 I always wanted it to be. I never touch it at all.”

    “It could be made lovely. It 8 a pity to let all this ground go to waste. But perhaps you don't 9 that way?” said I.

    “I don't. I lived here when I was a child, and I had 10 of gardening then. It was my father's hobby，you see. Unfortunately, he wasn't 11 enough to do it himself. My brother and I did all of it between us year after year. There was one right way and many wrong ways. Each blade (叶片) of grass was an enemy to be 12 by hand, not just cut off. I've spent a good part of life at work here.”

    “I see. You took a dislike to it, and now you're getting even!”

    “I dislike it. Then, of course, I didn't understand the 13 it had. It used to 14 me. It appeared in my dreams—a mistake here, something not quite straight here, the enemy showing its head in a place I was 15 to have cleaned. The work was too much. It seemed endless. The size of the place was itself a fight to a boy.”

    “And now it's yours，you're just letting it go to...”

    “16?” he said. “No，I don't agree with that. This garden and I are now the best friends. I like17 it grow18 its own way. I make no demands on it. I never disturb it, and it never disturbs me. It has19at last, and so have I.”

    “But the path is over grown. It's inconvenient for you，isn't it?”

    “That's part of my20” he laughed. “You can go out the back way. The weeds are shorter there because they don't get the sun.”

    I still remember an old lady, a customer on the paper route in my hometown when I was 12 years old. She taught me a lesson in 1 that I shall never forget.

    On a(n)2  afternoon, a friend and I were throwing stones onto the 3  of the old lady's house. The stone that I found was too smooth,4 it slipped from my hand as I let it go and 5  straight not for the covering on top of the house but for a small window on the house's back porch. At the sound of broken glass, we knew we were 6 . We turned and 7.

    I was too 8 about getting caught that first night to be concerned about the old lady with the broken window in the freezing weather. However, a few days later, when I was sure that I hadn't been9 ,I started to feel guilty about her  10 . She still greeted me with a smile each day11  I gave her the paper, but I was no longer able to act comfortably in her 12

    I 13 my mind that I would save my paper delivering money, and in three weeks I had the seven dollars that I calculated would pay for her window. I put the money in an envelope with a note 14  that I was sorry for breaking her window and15 that the seven dollars would cover the cost of repairing it.

    I waited until it was dark, moved 16 to the old lady's house and put the letter I didn't sign through the letter slot in her door. I felt 17  and could have the freedom of once again looking straight into the old lady's kind eyes.

    The next day, I handed the old lady her paper and was able to 18  the warm smile that I was receiving from her. She thanked me for the paper and gave me a bag of cookies she had made herself. I thanked her and proceeded(开始) to eat the cookies as I continued my 19.

    After several cookies, I felt an envelope and pulled it out of the bag. When I opened the envelope, I was 20. Inside were the seven dollars and a short note that said, "I'm proud of you.”

    It was a beautiful sunny day. I had just finished 1 my daughter to the airport to catch an early morning flight. My sons and I2 went to a fast-food place for 3 before heading back home. After eating, we all got into the car and pulled out of the 4. The restaurant was at the very top of a hill. At the bottom of the hill was a 5 sign, so we found ourselves at the end of a 6 line of traffic waiting while the cars at the bottom turned onto the 7 road one at a time.

    As I looked down to the bottom of the hill, my eyes saw an elderly man standing8the stop sign. His clothes were 9 and shabby (破旧的). He held a cardboard sign with the words “10 Help Please!” written on it. My heart went out to him and I11 myself in his situation. As car after car turned onto the main road without 12 for him. I reached for my wallet to look for whatever 13 was left in it. As I was pulling it out of my wallet,14 I saw a young woman walk up to him along the side of the road. She was carrying a bag full of 15 taken out from the restaurant I was just at. I watched the old man16the young girl and smiled as she reached out her aims to give him a hug.

    Suddenly a 17 honk (喇叭声) from the car behind me made me realize that I hadn't been18forward because this single choice for 19 had captured (attracted) my attention and my heart. By the time I reached the20of the hill, both the man and the lady who had helped him were gone. Yet, as I drove home, the sun seemed to shine even brighter and Heaven felt a bit closer to Earth.

    Li Hua felt lonely when he arrived in Shanghai last August.

    The 24-year-old 1 at a publishing house had plenty of spare time to kill.“ 2 the Internet, I have found like-minded friends without much 3 ,”says the lover of traditional Chinese culture, who comes from Xi'an, Shanxi Province.

    Li began 4 kungfu when he was 5 and studied I Ching（Book of Change）at junior high school.

    His 5 interest is guqin, a seven-stringed Chinese zither（筝）6 .He tried to learn it by watching videos on the Internet but found it very 7 .

    Li joined an on-line chatting group at www.QQ.com in order to 8 a teacher and fellow students.There he met people from 9 parts of the country, who shared a（n）10 in Chinese guqin music and classic 11 .They exchange ideas online and also have offline 12 .

    “The gathering of guqin players was very exciting for me, a beginner,” he recalls.He was 13 with guqin songs which were played 14 by Fan Yumei, an experienced guqin player from Sichuan, and Pan Kun, a young guqin15 and musical major at Shanghai Dance Academy.

    Fan and Pan are students of Zeng Chengwei, a guqin master from Sichuan School in Chengdu.

    Their performances staged in a small apartment near the Shanghai University 16 less than 10 netizens (网友).Through the window of the quiet room where Fan 17 her students, one can see the bustling Northern Third Ring Road and two shopping centers.“But being together, drinking a cup of tea, 18 poetic guqin music and guqin songs, one may find an inner peace and nourishment 19 a week's hard work,”says Fan, who is 20 a calligrapher, painter and writer.

    When I was shopping a few months ago , I saw a man trying to get people to donate(捐赠)to a very well-known charity(慈善团体)for children. I 1 to him that I can't donate money any more 2 my bank account(账户)having some problems last year. It was a 3 time and took months to get back our money. 4, I noticed the man was hungry and cold, so I offered him a(n) 5 in the nearby restaurant.

    Last week I 6 home on a really hot day. My husband Stewart was at the table with a person from a Charity having a 7. We talked for a while and then I said, "I 8 you!" and he looked at me in surprise and said, "Oh, you're the lovely lady that 9 me a big lunch and drinks when I was at 10 trying to get people to donate." We both laughed and we had a little 11.

    He told me that he had let the organizers know about this lovely woman 12 him out on a cold day. He said 13was so unexpected. I was so 14 to see him again, sitting in my home. My act had really 15 him for the kindness of it and I loved the fact that Steward had 16 him in out of the heat for a cold drink.

    In our daily life, maybe we 17 know how we 18people when we do good things. But in fact, 19we do does affect others, for it is a lovely 20. Kindness is so catching (感染力的).

    Next week, strangers with a truck will 1 everything we own, except the clothes on our backs, the car we will drive, and as much stuff as we can pack into it.

    It's called 2 . Some people do it often. For others, like me, it's a rare experience. In all my adult years, I've moved only 3 .

    My first husband and I moved into our first house with a bed, our clothes and a few gifts. That was 4 ago. Over the years, I filled that house with three children, a few dogs and enough stuff to reach the ceiling(天花板).

    Then the kids grew up, I lost my 5  to cancer, and I began to learn about 6 .

    First, I let go of the idea of being 7. Life isn't about being in charge of what happens; it's about being in charge of what we do with it.

    Next, I let go of 8 the things I care most about. I began to put important things first like keeping in touch with the people that mean the most to me.

    I let go of the people whose lives are about anger or hatred( 憎恨), and tried instead to 9 myself with those who shine with 10 .

    Finally, I let go of being 11－I remarried.

    I eventually moved to a new city with my new husband, and after that move, I promised I'd stop collecting meaningless things. But 12 years later, here I am, still learning about letting go. Yesterday while cleaning out a dresser, I found a box filled with old keepsakes(纪念品). Nothing in that box may mean much to anyone, except me. They are treasures for me which 12 me of the 13 they preserve. We finally decided to hold onto to them and never let them go.

    We'll all move someday from this world to the next, but we won't need a truck to do it. We'll take nothing with us and but 14 a memory of the life we lived, the mistakes we made, and all the love and kindness we tried to show That memory might not be a treasure, but 15 , someone will keep it and hold it close and never let it go.

    Oxford and Cambridge have decided to remove the words CAN”T and IMPOSSIBLE from their dictionaries. Cox, 25, a girl born without arms, stands inside a(n) 1. Although she was born without arms, that has 2 stopped her from doing one thing: using the 3“can't”.

    Cox got the Sport Pilot certificate recently and became the first pilot licensed to 4 using only her feet. She made what's seemingly 5 become a reality. Her certificate6 her to fly a light sport aircraft of 10,000 feet.

    “She's a good pilot and she's strong,” said Parrish, the flying 7 at San Manuel's Ray Blair Airport. Parrish 8 a company of PC Aircraft Maintenance and Flight Services and has trained many pilots, some of whom didn't come close to Cox's 9 “When she came up here driving a car,” Parrish recalled, “I knew she'd have no 10 flying a plane…”

    Doctors never learned why she was born without arms, but she 11 early on that she didn't want to use prosthetic（假体的）12.

    Not only did Cox 13 a license to fly airplanes on October 10, 2008, but she also has a college degree in psychology, and a successful 14 as a motivational speaker. What doesn't Cox have? Arms. From 15 on, her feet became her hands. She can drive a car and fly an airplane using her feet, without any 16 adaptations.

    “I highly encourage people with 17 were confident enough to consider flying,” Cox said, “It helps 18 the traditional idea that people with disabilities are powerless into the belief that they are19and capable of setting high 20 and achieving them.”

    Mary, 16, was suffering from cancer. As a father, Mitchell always stayed home to care for her. He said the 1 left them financially worse off. Then a group called Growing Hope 2in with $1,800 to help with his living costs.

    3, he wanted to pay it back. In his youth, he had been a 4. So at age 40, Mitchell took up the 5 again, participating in two fights in Fairfax. During this time, he 6 his daughter. And for six months he did little but mourn.

    One day, Mitchell 7 a Mark Twain quote—The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you 8 why. "After I read that quote, I was going to spend the 9 of my life helping kids with cancer and their families," he said.

    Mitchell thought of creating a foundation, yet boxing did not seem practical anymore for fundraising due to his age. Then he found that 10 could be a source to raise money. In the

    Corps Marathon he cut a striking figure on the course. 11 by this success, he set his sight higher. He 12 each of the miles of the race to a different child with cancer, and he carried their 13 with him. Years after his daughter's death, Mitchell now 14 up in the morning knowing his 15.

    I was 14 years old. I was angry and rebellious, with 1 regard for anything my parents had to say, 2 if it had nothing to do with me. Like so many 3, I struggled to escape from anything that didn't 4 my picture of the world. A "brilliant without need of guidance" kid, I rejected any obvious 5 of love. In fact, I got angry at the 6 of the word "love".

    One 7, after an extremely difficult day, I 8 into my room, shut the door loudly and fell down onto my bed heavily. As I lay down in the privacy of my 9, my hands placed under my pillow. There was an envelope. I pulled it out and on the envelope it said, "To 10 when you're alone."

    11 I was alone, no one would know whether I read it or not. So I opened it. It said, "Mike, I know life is 12 right now, I know you are frustrated and I know we don't do everything right. I also know that I love you 13 and nothing you do or say will ever change that. I am here for you if you ever need to talk. If you don't, that's also 14. Just know that no matter where you go or whatever you do in your life, I will always love you and be 15 that you are my son. I'm here for you and I love you—that will never 16 love you, Mom."

    Every night as I went to bed, I would put my hands under my 17 and I remember the 18 I felt every time I got a letter. During my teen years, the letters were the calm assurance that I still could be loved 19 my anger and rudeness. Just before I fell 20 I became grateful that my mom knew what I, an angry teenager, needed.

    Experts say boredom is good for kids, which forces them to be creative,1their imagination, and helps them discover new things. A(n)2in point is 12-year-old Luke Dubuque, Ohio.

    Luke was3of playing video games and riding his bike, so he decided to build a tree house in his backyard instead. He made money from moving the lawn and4exchanged some service, such as gaining the help of an electrician5sweeping his garage. Luke also6spare materials from his grandmother's house and other7 materials from his neighbors for some of the windows and the door.

    The 46-square-foot tree house cost $ 2000 to build and818 months. Inside there is a bed, a table and a mounted (安装好的) TV, and a lift can be easily 9 by stairway.

    Although Luke did the10and learned how to do all the work, he had his father's11through out the project. Greg was very happy that his son learned to keep within a 12and deal with grown-ups.13, he had some simple rules when Luke 14 the project 18 months ago: "You15the money. You build it. And you own it."

    Luke is now in love16. He has a YouTube channel and hopes to17other kids to start building.18, he wants to build a bigger tiny house to live in, but for now, he 19 in his new home a few nights a week, does homework there, and use it to take a20 from his twin brother.

Sand and Stone

    The story goes that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had a fierce argument, and one friend 1 control of his anger, hit the other one 2 the face.

    The one who got hit was 3, but without saying anything, wrote in the 4, "Today my best friend hit me in the face."

    They kept on walking 5 they found an oasis (绿洲), where they decided to 6. The one who had been hit got 7 in the mire (烂泥) and started drowning, but 8 the friend saved him.

    After he 9 from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone, "Today my best friend saved my life."

    The friend who had hit and saved his best friend felt 10 and couldn't help asking him, "After I hurt you, you wrote in the sand and now you write on a stone. Why?"

The other friend replied, "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can 11 it away. But when someone does something 12 for us, we must engrave (雕刻) it in stone where no wind can 13 erase it."

    14 TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR 15 ON STONE.

    16 says it takes a minute to find a special person  an hour to 17 them, a day to love them, but an entire 18 to forget them.

    19 this phrase to the people you'll never forget. It's a short 20 to let them know that you'll never forget them.

In December 1996, when my son Zac was six months old, I noticed something wasn't right. He would play with toys on his 1 side and it was as if his right side wasn't there. When I took him to see the baby nurse a few weeks later, she 2 I see a paediatrician(儿科专家) as soon as possible.

For the next six months, Zac and I paid countless 3 to the paediatrician. Zac screamed and I tried 4 to calm him down. Then at 12 months, Zac had a CT scan(扫描) to see 5 was going on. The scan 6 showed that my beautiful boy had cerebral palsy(脑瘫). I was shocked. This wasn't what I had 7 for my baby. I'd planned football in the park and fun holidays. All this seemed so far away from what we were now 8 with.

But 9, Zac began to set his own pace. When he was 11months old, he began to crawl by pushing himself along with his right leg 10 behind. He walked at 20 months. Although his body was unbalanced, it never 11 him from doing anything. 12 was made and we became more and more confident. Through all of it, Zac continued to smile, laugh and 13 complain.

During the process, I controlled my 14 of him getting hurt playing sport and let him 15 his passions(激情). He especially excelled in long jump and he has even 16 his state six times in the national competition. Then in 2011, he became the Australian long jump 17 holder in the under-13 group. If I had been too afraid to let him play sport, he would never have had the 18 to travel, compete and meet amazing people from all over the world.

Earlier this year, he began to study a Bachelor's degree at Flinders University. He 19 our family and I enjoy the unique journey we shared together. I am so 20 he chose me to be his mum. He is my most incredible gift.

I got on the bus and noticed a girl looking at me. With the warmest smiles, she rose and 1 into the aisle, offering her seat to me politely and respectably. I was wrong-footed, then conflicted. '"No," I 2 silently, holding back a laugh from within, "I come from a 3 where I do that for you." I realized immediately what a 4 place that was.

Speech failed me; I burnt with 5. Later, I reflected that this was an act of 6. I bowed in recognition, 7 felt I bowed with shame. I am fit, able, strong. In my head, I am 8. She shocked me by making me so acutely aware of my 9 years.

To accept the seat was to accept that 10 status—elderly, needy, requiring care— a status I was not yet 11 to acquire. To decline was to 12 an act of generosity. To turn a blind eye was to appear 13 and impolite. To explain, on a 14 bus, was impossible.

The 15 situations was played out before the other passengers. What if, once I was seated, an older person 16 and no one offered a seat? Should I remain seated and burn with shame, or stand and 17  my newly received gift —a slap in the face for the kind and caring girl?

18 I took the seat, smiled and 19 my head on to my chest. The bus came to a stop. I got up, walked slowly, 20 and noisily down the aisle and out into the rain.

A couple in ordinary clothes walked into the Harvard's outer office. "We want to see the president," the man said softly. "He will be busy all day," the secretary spoke1, concluding that the couple had no 2 with Harvard from what they wore. "We'll wait," the lady replied.

Four hours later, the couple didn't go away. And the secretary grew 3 and finally decided to disturb the president. Someone of 4 obviously had no time to spend with nobodies, and he 5 people in such clothes filling in his outer office.

The president, frozen-faced, walked proudly toward the couple. The lady told him, "We had a son that 6 Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard and was very happy here. But he was accidentally 7. And my husband and I would like to 8 a memorial (纪念物) to him somewhere on campus. " The president wasn't 9; he was shocked. "Madam," he said 10," we can't put up a statue for every person who studied in Harvard and died. "

"Oh, no," the lady 11 quickly. "In fact, we thought we would give a building to Harvard. " The president 12 at the couple and then shouted, "A building! Do you know how much a building costs? The cost of the Harvard's buildings is over 7.5 million dollars. "

For a moment the lady was 13. Then she turned to her husband and said quietly," Is that all it costs to 14 a university?" Her husband nodded. Mr and Mrs Stanford walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California, where they established a university 15 after their son—Stanford University, which turned out to be a famous university in America.

When it comes to the changes in our life, I always memorize my skating. I 1 that no matter how much we enjoy doing something, at some point the one we enjoy comes to a 2 and we move on to our next life phase. 

When I was a young boy growing up in New York, I enjoyed3 skating on the local ponds free of charge. Later, I 4 to enter a roller rink(溜冰场). As my years of roller skating began to 5, I discovered that quite often I would be the oldest skater. That, however, never6 me because I figured that somebody had to be the youngest and somebody had to be the oldest. I just 7to be the oldest. 

About a year ago I was skating with a group of middle school students. But this time it was8. For the first time I was having trouble keeping my9 and almost fell several times. My years of skating were10 over!  That was when I was aware that there was more to roller skating than just the skating.  I 11 to hand out skates to the students. 

It's time to move on to another phase of it— the12phase. I have13 those years on skating for joy. I'm smiling and laughing a lot 14 now. On the faces of others, I now get to see the 15 that I once had for roller skating. 

Wildlife has been greatly threatened in the modern age. There are species that are 1 every day. The white-napped crane is a typical example. So scientists are trying their best to 2 the species from going out of existence.

Chris and Tim work at a zoo, helping endangered cranes with their 3. Emma, a female crane, has been in their care since she arrived in 2004.

Born at an international crane foundation, Emma was 4 by human caretakers. This led to an unexpected consequence, though she had a wonderful time there. Emma had 5 taken herself as a crane and become deeply attached to humans. She 6 to live with male cranes, and even had a reputation for killing some of them, which made it 7 for her to become a mother.

8, the two zookeepers didn't want to see the extinction of this precious species. With their patience and efforts, they successfully developed a 9 of artificial breeding(人工繁殖) and natural reproduction. This enabled Emma to give birth to five baby cranes. 

The two keepers are proud of their productive work. But before they can be 10, more efforts must be made, because the population of the crane in the wild is on the 11, and many other species appear headed towards extinction. 12, not everyone has realised that wildlife has thoughts, feelings, and most importantly, equal rights to survive.

How can we 13 the ever-widening gap that separates us from other animals? Chris and Tim offered us the 14: human beings took it for granted that their brains held all the solutions, but maybe their hearts can be a better 15.

In the early 1970s, the boogie board（趴板冲浪）was bornSo was Charlotte Gumbrell's1for riding the waves. Fifty years later, Gumbrell is still at it, as the 2member of the Newcomers Club of San Dieguito's Boogie Board group.

Gumbrell, 95, is among a group of about two-dozen women who3up to three times a week for board surfing4in the San Diego area. The rest of the women who5gather are in their 70s and 80s.

"I always6better with my brain when I go boogie boarding. I'm sure this sport7, " said Gumbrell. "Every year I say this is going to be my last year out there, but then I just8going. "Recently, about 20 members of the group arrived for a9session of rides on 6- to 8-foot waves at Fletcher Cove. Whenever a10would catch a wave, the others cheered with11. And as they rode into shore,12on their bellies, there was always at least one member standing nearby to help them13.

It's more than just a sport. Member Pam Shelter14the group about six years ago. She had bodysurfing in her younger years and15coming back to the sport in a more social way that has introduced her to many new16friends. "I never go out17. In the others I find safety and18. That's what makes it interesting, "Shelter said.

Carol German, here for nearly 15 years, said she most enjoys the19she's found among her fellow boogie boarders. "We have so much20out there, "German said. "If somebody catches a wave, everybody laughs and celebrates. "