When I was in the third grade, I was chosen to be the princess in the school play．For weeks my mother had helped me practise my lines．But once on the stage, every word 1 from my head．Then my teacher asked me to change my role to be a narrator(解说者)for the play． 2 I didn't tell my mother what had happened that day, she noticed my 3 and asked if I wanted to take a walk in the garden．
It was a lovely spring day．We could see dandelions(蒲公英)popping(炸开) 4 the grass in bunches(束)．I watched my mother bend down by one of the bunches．“I think I'll dig up(挖光)all these weeds(野草),”she said．“From now on, we'll 5 have roses in this garden．”
“But I like dandelions,”I protested(抗议)．“All flowers are 6 －even dandelions!”
My mother looked at me seriously．“Yes, every flower gives pleasure in its own way, doesn't it?”she asked thoughtfully．I nodded．“And that is 7 of people, too,”she added．
When I 8 that she had guessed my pain, I started to cry and told her the truth．“But you will be a wonderful narrator,”she said, 9 me of how much I loved to read stories' aloud．
Thanks to my mother's encouragement, I got to know everybody had his or her own 10 in the world．I felt proud of the role in the play．
In my third year as a high school athletics coach, I gave a speech telling students and parents about the benefits of football．I gave the same 1 each year, aimin g at recruiting(招收)new team members．I talked about 2 football wasn't just for 3 athletes and how everyone could 4 from it．This year, a 5 looking couple approached me after my speech．They said their son really wanted to play football．They had tried to 6 him out of it, but he had his heart 7 on joining the team．
When they told me his name, my heart sank．Michael was five feet and ten inches tall and weighed about 108 pounds．He was a 8 boy, the constant target of other kids' jokes, and as far as I knew he had never 9 sports．I knew he would never 10 it through football practice, let 11 as a player．But we told them we could give it a try．
On the opening day of practice, Michael was the first player on the field, we did 30 minutes of warming-up 12 starting a one-mile jog around the track．I 13 my eye on Michael．At 50 yards he fell, and I helped him to his feet．“Michael,”I said,“Why don't you just 14 the mile?”He said in tears that he wanted to run with the others, so I let him go on． 15 he fell, but each time 16 himself up．
The same thing happened every day for weeks, and Michael gained strength both 17 and physically．By the last week of practice, Michael could run the mile without falling, we had 18 only one game that season, 19 the team cheered louder for Michael's run than the victory they had, Afterward, Michael approached me, and I told him how 20 I was of him．
