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　　“Can I see my baby?”the happy new mother asked．When the bundle(包裹)was laid in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped．The baby had been born without ears．

　　Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect．It was only his appearance that was ruined．When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a series of heartbreaks．

　　He cried out the tragedy．“A boy, a big boy…called me a freak．”“But you might mix with other young people,”his mother blamed him, but felt a kindness in her heart．

　　He grew up, handsome for his misfortune．A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that．He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music．

　　The boy's father had a meeting with the family doctor．“Could nothing be done?”“I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be got,”the doctor decided．And then the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice(牺牲)for a young man．

　　Two years went by．One day, his father said to the son,“You're going to the hospital, son．Mother and I have someone who will donate(捐献)the ears you need．But it's a secret．”

　　The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person appeared．His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of achievements．

　　Later he married and entered the diplomatic service．One day, he asked his father,“Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her．”“I do not believe you could,”said the father,“but the agreement was that you are not to know…not yet．”

　　The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come．One of the darkest days that ever passed through a son．He stood with his father over his mother's casket(棺)．Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish brown hair to show that the mother had no outer ears．

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　　My father brought home a sailboat when I was ten, and almost each Sunday in summers we would go sailing．Dad was quite skilled in sailing, but not good at 　　1　　．As for me, I 　　2　　 both before twelve because of living close to Lake Ontario．

　　The last time Dad and I set sail together is really 　　3　　．It was a perfect weekend after I graduated from university．I came home and 　　4　　 Dad to go sailing．Out we set soon on the 　　5　　 lake．Dad hadn’t sailed for years, but everything 　　6　　 well with the tiller(舵柄)in his hands．

　　When we were in the middle of the lake, a 　　7　　 wind came all of a sudden．The boat was hit 　　8　　．Dad was always at his best in any 　　9　　, but at this moment he 　　10　　．

　　“John! 　　11　　!” he shouted in a trembling voice, with the tiller still in his hands．

　　In my memory he could fix any 　　12　　．He was the one I always 　　13　　 for strength and security．Before I could respond, a 　　14　　 of water got into the boat．I rushed to the tiller 　　15　　 it was too late．Anther huge wall of water 　　16　　 the boat in a minute．We were thrown into the water, and Dad was struggling aimlessly．At that moment, I felt fiercely 　　17　　 of him．

　　I swam to Dad 　　18　　 and assisted him in climbing onto the hull(船壳)of the boat．Upon sitting on the hull, Dad was a little awkward about his flash of 　　19　　．“It’s all right, Dad．We are safe now, ” I comforted him．

　　That was the first time Dad had counted on me in a moment of emergency．More importantly, I found it was my turn to start 　　20　　 for my father．

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