In a class I teach adults．I gave the task to “Go to someone you love, and tell them that you love them．”At the beginning of the next 1 , one of the students began by saying, “I was 2 with you last week when you gave us this 3 ．But as I began driving home my conscience(良心)started talking．Then I knew 4 who I needed to say ‘I love you’to．Five years ago, my father and I had a 5 and never really resolved it．We 6 seeing each other unless we absolutely had to at family gatherings．We hardly 7 to each other．So by the time I got home, I had 8 myself I was going to tell my father I loved him．Just 9 that decision seemed to lift a heavy load off my chest．At 5∶30, I was at my parents’house ringing the doorbell, praying that Dad would 10 the door． 11 luck would have it, Dad did answer the door．I didn’t 12 any time－I took one step in the door and said, ‘Dad, I just 13 over to tell you that I love you．’It was as if a change came over my dad．Before my 14 his face softened, the wrinkles(皱纹)seemed to 15 and he began to cry．He 16 out and hugged me and said, ‘I love you too, son, but I’ve never been able to say it．’But that’s not 17 my point．Two days after that visit, my dad had a heart attack and is in the hospital．I don’t even know if he’ll 18 it．So my 19 to all of you is this：Don’t wait to do the things you know need to be done．What if I had waited to tell my dad？Take the 20 to do what you need to and do it now！”
I never knew how well Mother could keep a trust until I was going through her things after she died．I discovered something I had 1 forgotten, something that happened to as a child．
One night, as I lay in bed 2 my sisters and I had said our prayers, I recalled the events of the day and how 3 I behaved toward Mother．“I must make things right before going to sleep,” I thought．
Quietly I 4 out of bed and picked up pencil and paper from the dresser, then tiptoed into the hall．The 5 from the living room shone dimly．I knew Mother was downstairs mending socks．
I quickly 6 a note asking Mother to forgive me for being so 7 ．I didn't want my brothers and sisters to know my 8 , so I added a postscript：“Please don't let anyone see this．” Then I quietly moved 9 my parents' bedroom and put the letter under Mother's pillow．
The next morning, when I 10 my bed after breakfast．I unexpectedly found a 11 note under my pillow．Mother wrote that she loved me and 12 me．
This became my 13 of apologizing whenever I talked back or disobeyed．Mother always left a return note, but she never 14 our under-the-pillow messages in front of the family．Even when we were 15 , she never mentioned them when we brothers and sisters recalled our childhood．
When mother 16 , I had to go through her personal belongings．In her desk was a bundle of notes tied with a faded ribbon．On top was a message in her handwriting．It read , “In the event of my death, please 17 these．”
I 18 the packet and glanced at the handwriting on the bottom．To my surprise I 16 my childish writing, “P．S．Please don't let anyone see this．Love, Edie．”
I gently glanced the unopened bundle in the 20 along with other things for the rubbish burner．“Lord,” I prayed “make me like my mother．”
I always felt sorry for people in wheelchairs．Some people, old and weak, cannot 1 by themselves．Others seem perfectly healthy, 2 in business suits, and wheel themselves around with strong determination．But whenever I saw someone in a wheelchair, I only saw a 3 , not a person．
Then I fainted(晕倒)at Euro Disney 4 low blood pressure．This was the first time I had ever fainted, and my parents said that I must 5 for a while after First Aid．I agreed to take it easy, but 6 I stepped toward the door, I saw my dad pushing a(n) 7 in my direction! Feeling the colour burn my cheeks, I asked him to wheel that thing right back to 8 he found it．
I could not believe this was happening to me．Wheelchairs were 9 for other people but not for me．As my father wheeled me out into the main street, people 10 began to treat me differently．
Little kids ran n front of me, 11 my father to stop the wheelchair suddenly． 12 set in as I was thrown back and forth．“Stupid kids-they have perfectly good 13 ．Why can’t they watch where they’re going?”I thought．People 14 down at me, pity in their eyes．Then they would look away, maybe because they thought the 15 they forgot me, the better．
“I am just like you!”I wanted to scream．“The only 16 is that you’ve got legs, and I have wheels．”
People in wheelchairs are not 17 ．They can see every look and hear each word．Looking out at the faces, I finally understood; I was once just like them．I 18 people in wheelchairs exactly the way they did not 19 to be treated．I realized it is some of us with two healthy legs who are 20 disabled．
I always felt sorry for people in wheelchairs．Some people, old and weak, cannot 1 by themselves．Others seem perfectly healthy, 2 in business suits, and wheel themselves around with strong determination．But whenever I saw someone in a wheelchair, I only saw a 3 , not a person．
Then I fainted(晕倒)at Euro Disney 4 low blood pressure．This was the first time I had ever fainted, and my parents said that I must 5 for a while after First Aid．I agreed to take it easy, but 6 I stepped toward the door, I saw my dad pushing a(n) 7 in my direction!Feeling the colour burn my cheeks, I asked him to wheel that thing right back to 8 he found it．
I could not believe this was happening to me．Wheelchairs were 9 for other people but not for me．As my father wheeled me out into the main street, people 10 began to treat me differently．
Little kids ran in front of me, 11 my father to stop the wheelchair suddenly． 12 set in as I was thrown back and forth．“Stupid kids－they have perfectly good 13 ．Why can't they watch where they're going?”I thought．People 14 down at me, pity in their eyes．Then they would look away, maybe because they thought the 15 they forgot me, the better．
“I am just like you!”I wanted to scream．“The only 16 is that you've got legs, and I have wheels．”
People in wheelchairs are not 17 ．They can see every look and hear each word．Looking out at the faces, I finally understood：I was once just like them．I 18 people in wheelchairs exactly the way they did not 19 to be treated．I realized it is some of us with two healthy legs who are 20 disabled．
I never knew how well Mother could keep a trust until I was going through her things after she died．I discovered something I had 1 forgotten, something that happened to me as a child．
One night, as I lay in bed 2 my sisters and I had said our prayers, I recalled the events of the day and how 3 I behaved toward Mother．“I must make things right before going to sleep, ” I thought．
Quietly I 4 out of bed and picked up pencil and paper from the dresser, then tiptoed into the hall．The 5 from the living room shone dimly．I knew Mother was downstairs mending socks．
I quickly 6 a note asking Mother to forgive me for being so 7 ．I didn't want my brothers and sisters to know my 8 , so I added a postscript： “Please don't let anyone see this．” Then I quietly moved 9 my parents’ bedroom and put the letter under Mother's pillow．
The next morning, when I 10 my bed after breakfast．I unexpectedly found a 11 note under my pillow．Mother wrote that she loved me and 12 me．
This became my 13 of apologizing whenever I talked back or disobeyed．Mother always left a return note, but she never 14 our under-the-pillow messages in front of the family．Even when we were 15 , she never mentioned them when we brothers and sisters recalled our childhood．
When mother 16 , I had to go through her personal belongings．In her desk was a bundle of notes tied with a faded ribbon．On top was a message in her handwriting．It read, “In the event of my death, please 17 these．”
I 18 the packet and glanced at the handwriting on the bottom．To my surprise I 19 my childish writing, “P．S．Please don't let anyone see this．Love, Edie．”
I gently placed the unopened bundle in the 20 along with other things for the rubbish burner．“Lord, ” I prayed “make me like my mother．”