I sat down to read under an old tree in the park. I felt my life was   36 , for my whole world was dark.
A young boy ran up to me, out of breath. He stood  37   before me with his head down and said   38 , “Look what I found!” In his hand was a flower, and what a poor sight! The flower was dry and   39 . I gave him a small smile and then turned my eyes away so that he could take his dry flower and go off to play.
  40 , he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his   41  and said in surprise, “It smells sweet and it’s beautiful, too. That’s   42  I picked it. Here, it’s for you. ” The flower before me was dead. But I knew I must   43  it, or he might never leave. So I accepted the flower, and replied, “This is just what I   44 . ” Just then, for the first time I noticed that the boy could not   45  —he was blind.
Tears (眼泪) came down my face as I   46  him for picking the best one. “You’re welcome. ” he smiled, and then ran off to   47 . I sat there and wondered how he was able to learn about my pain (痛苦).
Through the eyes of a blind child,   48  I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all those years I myself had been   49 . I decided to see the beauty in life, and   50  every second of my life. And then I held that dry flower up to my nose and breathed in the smell of a beautiful rose.

I was cleaning out an old box when an old card caught my eye: Queen City Casket Company（公司）. “What is it?” I wondered. I turned it over. There, in faded ink, was a hand-written address. Immediately my mind traveled many years back.
I was nine years old, walking down the cold and wet streets of Springfield, with a bag of magazines on my shoulder. That day, I came to the company finally, the owner, Mr. Rader, had always taken me there to ask his workers if they wanted any magazines.
Shaking off the rain like a wet dog, I went into Mr. Rader’s office. After a quick look he took me over to the fireplace. Noticing the hole in the top of my shoe, he said, “Come with me!” pulling me into his car. We stopped in front of a shoe shop. Inside, a salesman fitted me with the finest pair of shoes I had ever seen. I felt about 10 feet tall when I got up in them. “We’d like a pair of new socks, too.” Mr. Rader said.
Back in his office, Mr. Rader took out a car, wrote something on it and handed it to me. With tearful eyes, I read, “Do to others as you would have them do to you.” He said kindly, “Jimmy, I want you to know I love you.” I said good-bye, and for the first time I sensed a piece of hope that things would be better. With people like Mr. Rader in the world, there was hope, kindness and love, and that would always make a difference.
【小题1】The writer went to Queen City Casket Company to         .