When I met Mr Jim Lemon I was a seventeen-year-old freshman at Houston's Jackson Junior High．The chances of my finishing high school were 1 ．I was a troubled teenage．
Mr Lemon taught American history and was quite 2 from the other teachers I had known．Not only was he 3 , but also he was a great teacher．He pushed and never tolerated the mediocrity(平庸)that had become my standard．
On the occasion of our first semester report cards, Mr Lemon 4 me aside and asked how it was possible that I was a B student in his class and a C student in the 5 of my classes．I passionately told him about my 6 parents, the local gangs, the drugs, the fights, the police---all of the evils I had been 7 to．It was then that Mr Lemon 8 explained that the only person 9 for my situation was me．And the only person with the 10 to change my situation was me．He 11 me that I was failing not because I was a failure．He inspired me to become a better student and he 12 my life．
Ten years later I was preparing to graduate from a university when I spoke to him again． 13 I did get him on the phone, I told him that I had been saving money so that I could invite him to come to Hawaii at my 14 to be a part of my graduation．
I'll never forget his 15 ．He said, "Who is this again?" I was just one of hundreds of the students whose life he changed 16 he had no idea of his influence．
Mr Lemon never came to my graduation, but his 17 taught me another valuable lesson．His final lesson for me was that we will never know or understand the 18 we have on other people's lives．He taught me that we all have the 19 to effect people's lives for the 20 …Or for the worse．
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．
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