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| When I was 14, I was hired for an after-school job selling subscriptions (征订) to my hometown paper, the Houston Post. I was sent to some of the city's worst neighborhoods to "beg" door-to-door. Even though I was often scrambling around after dark in bad areas 1 for garage apartments, I was 2 for the work. It was a 3 because people didn't like a stranger knocking on their door, 4 a kid trying to get them, to buy something. One time, a man shut his door heavily in my face and 5 , "I don't want your dawn paper!" I 6 myself to knock again and was able to tell him how 7 the paper was. I ended up selling him a subscription. I was soon among the 8 subscription sellers and, like other successful 9 , was given the chance to train newcomers. 10 this time I started playing the harmonica and guitar. Before long I was playing in a 11 at barbecues and other events. When I 12 18, I fixed my 13 on becoming a professional musician. I never lost 14 of this dream. I'm sure my determination came from what I 15 knocking on strangers' doors. That 16 helped me in many ways. Early in my music life I was 17 in a legal disagreement with a former manager. He 18 me to back off, but I refused. Having all those doors shut in my face as a kid gave me the 19 to stand up to this frightening figure. Except this time there was one 20 : I was the one saying no. And I won. | ||||
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| One day, Raul was miles away from the small ranch (牧场) house in a large valley. 1 seemed to be all right, yet he felt strange and somewhat uneasy. The wind had picked up, and angry, dark clouds 2 across the sky. He could smell the rain coming. And it did. 3 , the lightning flashed through the clouds, nearly 4 Raul. The thunder (雷声) was so loud that he buried his 5 in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Then he heard it. Hoof beats (蹄声). He 6 . There before him stood a tall, white 7 . An old man stared down at him from its back. "Wh-wh-who are y-y-you?" asked Raul. "My name is Gray Cloud," the old man answered 8 . "Come with me." Raul followed on his horse. A 9 feeling came over him. All 10 them the rain was pouring down, 11 not a drop fell on them. They seemed to be 12 back toward Raul's home. Raul lost track of time. Then all at once he found 13 at the ranch gate. The old man turned his horse, 14 his hand, and smiled. Lightning flashed again. The old man and his horse were 15 . Raul's father ran out across the yard to 16 him. "We have been 17 sick about you. Are you okay? Hurry. Let's get in out of the 18 ." "Wait," said Raul. "Have you ever heard of an old man called Gray Cloud?" "Can't say I … wait. I 19 my great-grandfather used to tell storied about a man called Gray Cloud. He died a long time ago. They say he was 20 by lightning during a terrible thunderstorm. Why do you ask?" | ||||
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| One day, Raul was miles away from the small ranch (牧场) house in a large valley. 1 seemed to be all right, yet he felt strange and somewhat uneasy. The wind had picked up, and angry, dark clouds 2 across the sky. He could smell the rain coming. And it did. 3 , the lightning flashed through the clouds, nearly 4 Raul. The thunder (雷声) was so loud that he buried his 5 in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Then he heard it. Hoof beats (蹄声). He 6 . There before him stood a tall, white 7 . An old man stared down at him from its back. "Wh-wh-who are y-y-you?" asked Raul. "My name is Gray Cloud," the old man answered 8 . "Come with me." Raul followed on his horse. A 9 feeling came over him. All 10 them the rain was pouring down, 11 not a drop fell on them. They seemed to be 12 back toward Raul's home. Raul lost track of time. Then all at once he found 13 at the ranch gate. The old man turned his horse, 14 his hand, and smiled. Lightning flashed again. The old man and his horse were 15 . Raul's father ran out across the yard to 16 him. "We have been 17 sick about you. Are you okay? Hurry. Let's get in out of the 18 ." "Wait," said Raul. "Have you ever heard of an old man called Gray Cloud?" "Can't say I … wait. I 19 my great-grandfather used to tell storied about a man called Gray Cloud. He died a long time ago. They say he was 20 by lightning during a terrible thunderstorm. Why do you ask?" | ||||
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