As I rushed among the tables, suddenly, a  1  asked if I could mind a child. I was quite   2 but I could tell the man was quite desperate. So I had to make a  3  with him that if he wanted his son to stay and wait for him, he had to 4  something in the shop．

       This was quite  5  for the man to do; I could  6  he was quite poor by the  7  he was dressed. It looked as if he had tried to come in his 8 clothes. But they still looked a bit old and worn out 9 he had often worn them, just to make himself look best. Looking down I could see his 10  were also a bit torn and the heels were in a terrible state. I thought he was going for a job interview. In the end he bought a small box of 11 for his little son and seated him down in the corner. I could tell the boy was feeling down and only could   12  with a bit of cheering up．

       Seeing that the kid sat there for quite a while, I was a bit  13  as the poor little kid was sitting  14  his own. People watched him and some kids even came over to pick on him. I was15  to see one of them even knocked his cookies off the table．He quickly went and got them back without saying a word．I was hoping his father would 16  up and come back for his son's 17  .

        At closing time, the only person left was the little boy．After a while, the father finally came in with a tiresome look. I  18 he didn't get any job．As they were leaving, I offered the kid a little cake, but the man rejected it. I19  he felt as if I had just abused him．Of course I didn't mean to．But I could understand why he felt like that．I only wished them good  20  whatever happened．

The man opened the door to leave－father and son hand in hand．

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    One day, my father drove his employer to another city for a business meeting. On the outskirts (郊区) of town, they 1for a sandwich lunch. While they ate, several boys playing in the street passed by their2 . One of the boys limped (跛行). Looking more closely, my father's boss 3that the boy had a clubfoot (畸形足). He stepped out of the car and 4 the boy, saying that he was able to help get that foot fixed. The young boy was 5. The businessman wrote down the boy's name before the boy joined his friends down the street.

    The man 6 and said to my father, “Woody, the boy's name is Jimmy. Find out where he 7 and do your best to get his parents' 8 to let him have his foot operated on. I'll pay all the costs.” They finished their sandwiches and went on their 9.

    It didn't take long for my father to 10 Jimmy's house, a small one that needed paint and repair. For almost an hour, my father 11 explained the plan to Jimmy's parents. 12, they looked at each other. When my father 13 they still weren't quite sure about the generous offer from an unknown benefactor (捐助者).

    Later, my father's employer got in touch with the local government with a 14 to send someone to Jimmy's home to 15 the family that this was a lawful offer. Soon, with permission papers signed, my father took Jimmy to an excellent16 in another state. After five operations, his limp disappeared.

    His parents watched in17 as the returned boy stepped lightly toward them. They still could not 18 that a man they had never seen would pay a large sum of money to have a foot corrected for their son.

    The 19 benefactor was Mr. Henry Ford, the founder of the Ford Motor Company. He always said it's more fun to do something for people 20 they don't know who did it.

    My father's only child, I was an obvious candidate to be his fishing companion.

    My most vivid1 of our fishing outings are those at Lily Lake in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. By the age of 6, I'd 2 my first lesson in fish behavior: fish like an 3 breakfast, which means crawling from our sleeping bags 4We climbed the winding road to the lake,5 the wooden footbridge, built above a dam. A path led us to the6tied up at the water edge.

    My father rowed us through the dark green channels. We spoke7 and the only other sounds were the liquid dipping of the oars（橹）and an occasional bird cry.8a promising-looking spot, we baited our hooks,9 our lines, and waited. For those few hours, the lake was ours.

My father and I had an uneasy 10His behavior had too often embarrassed me. But on those fishing mornings, he could11 me the lessons of fishing—not only how to fish, but also other lessons:

    We wouldn't always get what we 12

    With patience, though, we might.

    The wait could be as13 as the reward.

    Much could be heard in the quiet of the dawn.

    14between two people don't need to be filled.

    I don't remember how old I was the last time I went fishing with my father at Lily Lake. But those times 15fishing were the closest moment I 16with my father as a child.

    My father is gone now, but I 17 recently to Lily Lake. I crossed the wooden footbridge and stood on the shore. A silver flash18 the water's surface, spreading littering rings. I was there again with my father,19 through islands of lily pads, and I whispered a thank-you for 20 he taught me.

    Once a little boy found a caterpillar（蝴蝶幼虫）. After he was allowed to 1 it at home, the little boy got a large box from his mother and put plants to eat, and a 2 to climb on. One day the caterpillar climbed up the stick and started acting 3. The boy worriedly called his mother who came and understood that the caterpillar was creating a cocoon（茧）. The mother 4 how the caterpillar was going to go through a(n) 5 and become a butterfly.

    The little boy watched every day, 6 the coming out of the butterfly. One day it happened, a small hole 7 in the cocoon and the butterfly started to struggle（挣扎）to come out. At first the boy was 8, but soon he became concerned. The butterfly was struggling so hard. But it looked like it was making no 9. Longing to see it out, the boy 10 to help. He cut the cocoon with scissors to make the hole 11 and the butterfly quickly flew out!

    To his 12, the butterfly had an unexpectedly large body and small wings. He 13 to watch the butterfly, hoping that the wings would dry out, enlarge and expand to support the huge body. 14 nothing happened! It never was able to 15.

    The boy tried to 16 what had gone wrong. To help him, his mother took him to talk to a scientist. He 17 that the butterfly was supposed to struggle. Without the struggle, the butterfly would never fly. The boy's good wish 18 the butterfly.

    As you go through school, and life, keep in mind that struggling is an important part of any experience for 19. It is the struggle that 20 us to develop our ability to fly.

    “Mom, you're always on the computer！” Laure complained.

    “No, I'm not，” I1.

    “Every day I come home from school you're working on the computer.”

    “Well, at least I'm here 2you！”

    My daughter was right. Day after day, in my home office, I would stare into space as my 3 typed out the thoughts of a speaker or research completed for an article.It seemed that my work as a writer and speaker 4 my fingers to the keyboard and my mind to valuable ideas.What Laure did not 5 was that during her day away, I'd also be doing a lot of housework.It was only around three in the afternoon that I'd 6 seat myself at my desk for a few 7 moments of deep thought.Then she'd come from school.

    I was8of myself on being available to my children.After all, I am a speaker on child behavior and parenting.But Laure's observation9 my heart.In her eyes, I must have been a mom who was 10 but unapproachable.I wouldn't make such an image (形象) before her.My relationship with my children is more 11 than any other work.

    “Laure，” I called, “come here a minute.”

    She wandered to my doorway.I had decided to have her 12 me when I was too devoted to work.I wanted her to have the 13 to let me know when she thought I was cold.

    After I explained my 14 and the fact that I chose home office to be accessible to her and her sister, I offered Laure the following 15.

    “Whenever you feel I'm ignoring you or you need my 16 ， I want you to 17 me，” I said.“Just come up and give me a little hug.That'll be our signal that you 18 me.”

    Years later we still have that 19 sign.I've become much more sensitive to my daughters' comings and goings.20 she always gives me a little hug to remind me of the real reason why I work at home.

    When I was 13 my only purpose was to become the star on our football team. That meant 1 Miller King, who was the best 2 at our school.

    Football season started in September and all summer long I worked out. I carried my football everywhere for 3.

    Just before September, Miller was struck by a car and lost his right arm. I went to see him after he came back from 4. He looked very 5, but he didn't cry.

    That season, I 6 all of Miller's records while he 7 the home games from the bench. We went 10­1 and I was named most valuable player, 8 I often had crazy dreams in which I was to blame for Miller's 9.

    One afternoon, I was crossing the field to go home and saw Miller 10 going over a fence­which wasn't 11 to climb if you had both arms. I'm sure I was the last person in the world he wanted to accept 12 from. But even that challenge he accepted. I 13 him move slowly over the fence. When we were finally 14 on the other side, he said to me, "You know, I didn't tell you this during the season, but you did 15. Thank you for filling in for 16."

    His words freed me from my bad 17. I thought to myself, how even without an arm he was more of a leader. Damaged but not defeated, he was 18 ahead of me. I was right to have 19 him. From that day on, I grew 20 and a little more real.