When I was a young child, my parents often told me that it was time that taught a man everything．I didn't understand and wondered why 1 had such a big influence 2 a person．I thought I could grow up quickly to find it out as an adult．But now, 3 I come to knock at the door of adulthood, I feel 4 to express my own opinion on this saying．I know that I am just a high school student with very few experiences．There are still many things waiting for me in the future, yet I would like to express myself in a childish voice．
I once read this sentence, “To make this world a happy place in which to live, you had better 5 yourself and your heart, instead of the whole world．” I was shocked．It made me think about 6 itself．There are so many things around us that 7 our will．We can't force life to follow our wishes．The earth won't stop turning no matter whether we 8 it or not．What we can do is just to make 9 suit the world．I think we should learn to accept 10 life gives us, no matter whether it's the spring sunlight or the winter snowfall, and try to be happy．
The pop song Grandmother by Jay Chou is my favorite．I'm deeply moved by this beautiful song．I always try to 11 every pleasant thing in my life, but now I see that I don't catch most of the pleasant moments．It is more likely that they slip by(流逝)and leave you 12 regretful．I realize that I'm not just living for myself and that there are others I should 13 such as my parents, friends, and so on．They all pay attention to my growing up, 14 it's just a little progress．
Everyone has his or her own 15 towards life, positive or negative．It doesn't matter, I think．There is one rule that should be obeyed and that's to make this world better．
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．
