There was a woman in Detroit, who has two sons. She was worried 1 them, especially the younger one, Ben, 2 he was not doing well in school. Boys in his class 3 fun of him because he seemed so 4.

    The mother 5 that she would, herself, have to get her sons to do better in school. She 6 them to go to the Detroit Public Library to read a 7 a week and do a report about it for her.

    One day, in Ben's  8, the teacher held up a rock and asked if anyone knew it. Ben 9 up his hand and the teacher let him 10. “Why did Ben raise his hand?” They wondered. He 11 said anything; what could he possibly want to say?

    Well, Ben not only 12 the rock; he said a lot about it. He named other rocks in its group and even knew 13 the teacher had found it. The teacher and the students were 14. Ben had learned all this from doing one of his book 15.

    Ben later went on to the 16 of his class. When he finished high school, he went to Yale University 17 at last became one of the best doctors in the United States.

    After Ben had grown up, he 18 something about his mother that he did not know as a 19.

    She, herself, had never learned how to  20.

    When our second child was born, the doctor pointed out that her feet were turned inward. “Left uncorrected, it would be a 1,” he told us.

    We2 to do anything we could do help our baby.3she was growing I had to take her back to the doctor every two weeks to have each foot recast. 4the casting was finished and it was time for corrective5.Jim and I watched with hope and concern as she6to walk. Those first, awkward steps made us so7. By the time she entered preschool, her steps appeared quite8 . Encouraged by her progress, we looked for something else to help strengthen her9body.

    As it turned out, she loved the10 ! When she tuned six, we helped her join in skating lessons and soon she was skating11a swan. She kept working hard at every new 12, and her efforts13. At fifteen, she competed in both pairs-skating and the ladies' singles at the 1988 World Junior Championships in Australia, wining both14!

I thought back to the early years of15for Kristi—the years of fear for us as her parents, and the same years of frustration for her as a child two 16wanted to walk. During those years, we didn't expect gold medals and a good professional career17her. We admired Kristi herself, 18 her strength and efforts, and how far she had come on two tiny feet that had19been bound in heavy casts. In our eyes, Kristi had always walked with the20of a true champion.

    I learned to do wood work when I was very young.

    I remember I made my first project—a small table when I was 9 years old. I was so 1 of it that I looked upon it as if I had created a(an) 2. It was absolutely beautiful and it had taken me six weeks to3 it. I could hardly wait to give it to Mother Winters as a(an)4. She was the head mistress of our orphanage（孤儿院）, who was always kind but 5 with us.

    As the tables were not dry from the clear coating(清漆), our woodworking teacher told us to wait a few days before taking them to our dormitories. But I was just so 6and happy that I couldn't wait I dashed out like a 7, carrying my table, smiling from ear to ear.

    When I reached the dormitory I placed the little table beside my bed. I was 8 it when Mother Winters entered. She walked over to the table. Running her hand 9 it, she noticed that it was still wet.

    “Were you 10 to bring this home?” she asked.

    “No, ma'am,” I 11 with my head down.

    She ordered me to throw the table out and so I did. After she left, I immediately opened the door to get it back. There was 12 stuck all over. I brushed and cried, but the dirt would not come off.

    I hid the table in my closet and never 13 it. However, a year later during a cleaning-up, it was discovered. Painfully, I had to give the table to Mother Henderson, my houseparent, thinking that she would 14 it away.

    Thirty years later at a reunion, I 15 that Mother Henderson was living nearby, so I drove up to see her. We talked cheerfully for long. As I was about to leave, she asked me to come down to her 16 to get something important. I followed her 17 into a dark corner. She picked something up. 18 she turned around, I could see that she was holding a little table.

    Mother Henderson kept the little table that I had given up for lost so long ago.

    Today, I look at that table with bittersweet memories but full of 19 to Mother Henderson, who kept the table for a young orphan who 20 it so much.

    At the beginning of our next class, I asked if someone wanted to share what happened when they told someone they loved them. As was usually the 1, I fully expected one of the women to 2, but on this evening one of the men raised his hand. He appeared quite3 and a bit shaken.

    He began by saying, "Dennis, I was quite 4 with you last week when you gave us this 5. I didn't feel that I had anyone to say those words to, and6, who were you to tell me to do something that is 7? But as I began driving home a(n) 8 deep down in my heart started talking to me. It was 9 me that I knew exactly who I needed to say ‘I love you' to. You see, five years ago, my father and I had a cruel 10 and really never resolved it since that time. We 11 seeing each other unless we totally had to at Christmas or other family 12. But even then, we 13 spoke to each other. So, last Tuesday by the time I got home I had14 myself I was going to tell my father I loved him."

    "It's 15, but just making that decision 16to lift a heavy load off my chest."

    "When I got home, I rushed into the house to tell my wife what I was going to do. She was already in 17, but I woke her up anyway. She catapulted ( 弹 射 ) out and18 me, and for the first time in our married life she saw me cry. We19 half the night drinking coffee and talking. It was20."

    I was walking around in a Big Bazar store doing a shopping, when I saw a cashier talking to a boy who didn't have enough money to buy what he wanted. The little boy was still holding the doll 1 his hand. At that time, I walked toward him and I asked him who he 2 to give this doll to. “It's the doll 3 my sister loved most. I wanted to 4 her for her Birthday.” His eyes were so sad while saying this.

    “My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could 5 the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart 6 stopped. Then he showed me a very nice 7 of him. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won't 8 me, I love my mommy 9 I wish she doesn't have to leave me.”

    I quickly 10 for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we 11 again, just in case you do have enough money 12 the doll?” I added some of my money to his, without him seeing and we started to count it.

    The little boy said, “God heard my 13 last night. Thank God for giving me enough 14 to buy it.”

    Then I remembered two days before a local 15 reported an 16 in which a woman and a little girl were badly 17.The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a 18 state. Was this the family of the little boy?

    Two days 19 , I read in the newspaper that the woman had passed away.I couldn't stop myself from going to the 20 . Teary-eyed, I felt that my life had been changed forever.

    As I sat motionless on the steps of the pool, watching everyone else swim back and forth, I realized that I had spent most of my life watching others enjoy themselves. It was then that I 1 a little girl staring at me with a look of confusion. I smiled at her, hoping to 2 the ice by talking to her. Unfortunately, my 3 failed and she just kept on staring. My 4 increased as a little boy swam up to me and said, “I feel sorry for you.”

    After the 5, a thought struck me, I had to change 6 the world viewed me. Because it was children who stared at me the most, I decided to write a children's book that taught them about 7 in a fun way. This is when KatGirl, a super hero in a 8 who helps children that are being bullied, came into my mind.

    I quickly 9 inside my apartment and began creating the story. As I wrote each word, I could 10 my future as a world-renowned author and public speaker. My excitement 11 like wildfire. Over the next two years, the story 12 many changes before it saw the world in the spring of 2011. My perseverance 13 paid off.

    One day I was invited to speak to the students at a neighboring school. I confidently wheeled into a classroom filled with students who 14 at me just like the little girl in the pool. “How do you feel when you see me?” I asked them. The kids bravely 15 “I feel sorry for you.”

    I opened my book and started reading. Immediately I noticed the children's stares turned to 16.“How do you feel when you see me?” I asked again. Without 17 they replied, “You are so cool! Does your 18 fly too?” I just smiled, “No, not yet, but maybe some day.” I knew in my heart that this was 19. The past two years had proven to me that with 20 anything is possible.