I'm an 18-year-old pre-medical student, tall nd good-looking, with two short story books and quite a number of essays my credit. Why am I singing such praises of myself? Just to explain that he attainment of self-pride comes from a great deal of self-love, and to attain it, one must first learn to accept oneself as one is. That was where my struggle began.

Born and raised in Africa，I had always taken my African origin as burden. My self-dislike was further fueled when my family had to relocate to Norway, where I attended a high school. Compared to all the white girls around me, with their golden hair and delicate lips, I ,a black girl, had curly hair and full, red lips. My nose often had a thin sheet of sweat on it, whatever the weather was. I just wanted to bury myself in my shell crying "I'm so different!"

What also contributed to my self-dislike was my occasional stuttering (口吃), which had weakened my self-confidence. It always stood between me and any fine opportunity. I'd taken it as an excuse to avoid any public speaking sessions, and unknowingly let it rule over me.

Fortunately, as I grew older, there came a turning point. One day a white girl caught my eye on the school bus when she suddenly turned back. To my astonishment, she had a thin sheet of sweat on her nose too, and it was in November! "Wow," I whispered to myself, "this isn't a genetic(遗传的) disorder after all. It's perfectly normal. " Days later, my life took an-other twist(转折). Searching the internet for stuttering cures, I accidentally learned that such famous people as Isaac Newton and Winston Churchill also stuttered. I was greatly relieved and then an idea suddenly hit me—if I'm smart, I shouldn't allow my stuttering to stand between me and my success.

Another boost to my self-confidence came days later as I was watching the news about Oprah Winfrey, the famous talkshow host and writer—she's black too! Whenever I think of her story and my former dislike of my color, I'm practically filled with shame.

Today, I've grown to accept what I am with pride; it simply gives me feeling of uniqueness. The idea of self-love has taken on a whole new meaning for me: there's always something fantastic about us, and what w need to do is learn to appreciate it.

On the streets of Manhattan and Washington, D．C．, in neighborhoods in Seoul and parks in Paris, ginkgo (银杏) trees are losing their leaves in reaction to the first gust of cold winter air. This leaf drop, gradual at first, and then sudden, carpets streets with golden, fan-shaped leaves. Scientists are documenting evidence of the event happening later and later, a possible indication of climate change. But the story of ginkgos is not the familiar one of human carelessness with nature.

Thanks to fossils found in North Dakota, scientists found a ginkgo has genetically similar ancestors dating back 170 million years to the Jurassic Period. "It almost went extinct. Then humans rescued it and spread it around the world. It's such a great evolutionary (进化) and cultural story," says Peter Crane, a ginkgo expert.

One theory for the decline of the ginkgo species began 130 million years ago, when flowering plants began spreading. They grew faster and attracted more pollinators (传粉者) than ginkgos. "It's possible that ginkgos were elbowed out of the way," says Crane. Already competing to survive, ginkgos began to disappear during a time of global cooling that began around 66 million years ago. By the time the last ice age ended 11,000 years ago, the remaining survivors were found in China.

Ginkgo trees are smelly. "My guess is that they were eaten by animals that liked smelly things. They then passed through their body and grew." Crane says. Those same seeds may have helped ginkgo find favor with humans 1,000 years ago. Once cleaned of their outer layer, ginkgo seeds are safe to eat. It's then, when the trees had long since disappeared elsewhere, that people in China may have begun planting them and eating their seeds. Then gradually ginkgos spread across the world. Now it's seemingly naturally resistant to insects and high levels of air pollution.

Crane isn't worried about its future, though: The popularity of the species will help it survive. "Though its status in the wild may be difficult to access, it's a plant that's unlikely to ever go extinct," he says.

In July 2007a BBC concert showcased the Buskaid Soweto String Ensemble at a hall in London. The performance ended to a big round of applause. Among the crowd was 41-year-old Dr Luis Dias. He had heard of this chorus and knew it consisted of children from South Africa's poorest towns, but had never seen them performing live.

Born in 1966 to a family of Goan doctors, Dias followed in his family's foot steps, but he had a great passion for music. In 1998he went to work in London. After watching the Buskaid performance, Dias began to explore the possibility of starting a similar effort for disadvantaged children in India.

In 2008 he and his wife gave up their comfortable life in the UK and returned to their home in Panjim, Goa. In just one year the couple founded Child's Play In- dia Foundation. Realizing that setting up the project and teaching music would be a full-time effort, Dias abandoned his medical career and became a poorly paid music teacher.

Yet, it was not easy getting such an enterprise off the ground. Aside from get-ting the necessary fund it was important to find a place that would safely house the children teachers and equipment. They eventually found the perfect partner, a woman behind Hamara School, a shelter for disadvantaged children in Panjim. From these difficult beginnings, Child's Play gradually grew. Child's Play puts on at least two concerts a year to which the children's families and general public are invited. The parents, many of whom are street-side vendors(小贩), had never imagined that their children would find a place on center stage, appreciated and applauded by a wildly enthusiastic audience.