This boy is Peter Smith. His1 name is Peter. His2 name is Smith. This is3 school. His school4number is 20048567. His teacher is Miss White. Miss White 5a good teacher. Li Min is a Chinese boy. Li Min is his good 6 at school. Look!7 a pencil sharpener. Is the pencil sharpener 8? I9know. Let's10 Li Min at 495-6548.

    Let me tell you something about my brother. He is a 1 fan(迷). He likes playing 2 kind of games. He likes basketball, football, tennis, badminton3 swimming. And he is 4 at football. Beckham(贝克汉姆) is his favourite5player. He is a 6 of the Football Club. When he goes shopping, he always 7 newspapers about sports and he 8 watches sports news. His school is very big and beautiful. There 9 a football field, a tennis court and a swimming pool in his school. He usually 10 football with his friends after school. He wants to be a football player when he grows up. He often goes to the stadium to watch the football matches at the weekend.

    Yesterday was Father's Day. Something that happened between my father and I is still on my mind. It was a Sunday morning, and I was in a terrible mood(情绪). 1friends of mine had gone to the movies the night before and neither had invited me. I was in my room 2how to make them sorry when my father came in. "Want to go for a ride today, Beck? It's a beautiful day. "

    "No! Leave me alone!" Those were the 3 words I said to him that morning.

    A few hours later, my friends called me to go to the mall with them. I forgot to be4 with them and went with them. When I came home, I found a(n) 5 from my mother that said," Dad has had an accident. Please meet us at the Park Hospital. "

    When I reached the hospital, my mother told me a car hit my father and he was seriously wounded. "Your father told the driver to leave6 alone and just call 911, thank God! If he had moved Daddy."

    My mother may have said more, but I didn't hear anything 7 those terrible words: Leave me alone. How much had I hurt him when I shouted at him earlier that day?

    It was several days later that he was 8 able to talk. I held his hand gently, afraid of hurting him.

    "Daddy...I am so sorry..."

    "It's okay, sweetheart. I'll be okay. "

    "No," I said. "I mean 9 I said to you that day. You know, that morning. "

    He looked at me and said with a weak smile," Sweetheart, I remember nothing about that day. "

    My English teacher once told me that words have great power. They can hurt or they can heal (治愈). And we all have the power to10 what to say. I am going to do that very carefully from now on.

    When I was 19 years old, I worked in a doctor's office as a medical assistant. I was shy and didn't 1  myself, so I  2 talked with others.  I was uncertain about my future.

    I met a doctor there and became good friends with him. He 3 me to believe in myself and asked me to learn to communicate with others. He helped me accept 4 , and then he encouraged me to5 one or two college classes. I did as what he told me and did very well.

    One day, he asked me where I wanted to go ten years later and 61 wanted my life to be like. I hadn't thought about this before that day. That night I 7 thought about the two questions. It was he that made me 8a different world.

    Later, I went to college and realized my9was to be accepted into a physician assistant training program. Unluckily, it was very 10and I couldn't afford it, I wanted to 11. When my dream was about to slip away, this wonderful man took me out one evening into a bar, bought me a bottle of beer, and offered to help me pay for my college education. He did it 12 asking for anything in return.

    A few years later, I asked him why he helped me. He said," 13 I knew you could be more than what you were, and because once, when I wasn't sure whether I could succeed and didn't have the money for school, 14 helped me."

    After hearing his words, I was shocked. I said, "Thank you, Joe! I will 15 the love to others!"