When I was in primary school, I got into a major argument with a boy in my class．I can't 1 what it was about, but I have never forgotten the 2 I learned that day．
I was 3 that I was right and he was wrong－and he was sure that I was wrong and he was right．The 4 decided to teach us a very important lesson．She 5 both of us up to the 6 of the class and 7 him on one side of her desk and me on 8 ．In the middle of her desk was a large, round object．I could 9 see that it was black．She asked the boy what 10 the object was．“White,”he answered．
I couldn't believe he said the object was white, 11 it was obviously black!Another 12 started between my classmate and me, this 13 about the color of the object．
The teacher told me to go stand where the boy was standing and told him to come stand where I had been．We changed 14 , and now she asked me what the color of the object was．I 15 answer,“White．”It was an object with two 16 colored sides．From his side it was white, 17 from my side it was black．
My teacher taught me a very important lesson that day：You must 18 in the other person's shoes and look at the 19 through their eyes in order to 20 understand their view．
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．
