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　　When I was in the 8th grade in Ohio, a girl named Helen in my class had a terrible accident．As she was running to the bus in order not to 　　1　　 it, she slipped on some ice and fell 　　2　　 the rear wheels of the bus．She 　　3　　 the accident, but was paralyzed(残疾)from the waist down．I went to see her, in my 13-year-old 　　4　　 thinking she wouldn't 　　5　　 normally from then on．

　　Over the years, I 　　6　　 and didn't think much about Helen after that．Three years ago, in Florida, my oldest son was 　　7　　 by a car while riding his bike, causing a 　　8　　 brain injury．While I was looking after my son, a lady who said she was the hospital's 　　9　　 worker called．

　　A short time later, a beautiful woman, in a wheelchair, 　　10　　 into my son's room with a box of tissues．After 16 years, I 　　11　　 recognized Helen．She smiled, handed me the tissues and hugged me．I told her who I was, and after we both 　　12　　 the shock of that, she began to tell me about her life 　　13　　 we last saw each other．She had married, had children and gotten her degree 　　14　　 she could smooth the path for those less 　　15　　 than her．She told me that if there was anything she could give me, it would be 　　16　　．

　　Looking at this wonderful, giving person, I felt 　　17　　．But I also felt the 　　18　　 hope I had felt since learning that my son was hurt．From this person that I thought would have no 　　19　　 of life, I learned that where there is life, there is hope．My son miraculously(不可思议地)recovered and we moved back north, but I owe Helen a 　　20　　 that I can never repay．

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　　I was deep in thought preparing a lecture to be given that evening at college across town, when the phone rang．A woman I had 　　1　　 met introduced herself and said that she was the mother of a seven-year-old boy and that she was 　　2　　．She said that her doctor had advised her that discussing her coming death with her little boy would be too 　　3　　 for him, but somehow that didn't feel right to her．

　　　　4　　 that I worked with grieving① children, she asked for my advice．I told her that our heart was often smarter than our brain and that I thought she knew what would be best for her son．I also 　　5　　 her to attend the lecture that night since I was speaking about how children deal with 　　6　　．She said she would be there．

　　I wondered later if I would 　　7　　 her at the lecture, but my question was answered when I saw a 　　8　　 woman being half-carried into the room by two adults．I talked about the fact that children usually 　　9　　 the truth long before they are told and that they often wait until they feel adults are 　　10　　 to talk about it before sharing that concerns and questions．I said that children usually can deal with truth better than denial(否认)　　11　　 the denial is intended to protect them from pain．I said that respecting children meant 　　12　　 them in the family sadness, not shutting them out．

　　At the break, she hobbled(蹒跚)to me and 　　13　　 her tears she said,“I knew it in my heart, I just knew I should tell him．”She said that she 　　14　　 that night．

　　The next morning I received another phone call from her．I managed to 　　15　　 the story through her choked② voice．She awakened him when they got home the night before and 　　16　　 said,“Derek, I have something to tell you．”

　　He quickly interrupted③ her saying,“Oh, Mommy, is it now that you are going to 　　17　　 me that you are dying?”

　　She 　　18　　 him close and they both sobbed while she said,“Yes．”

　　After a few minutes the little boy went down(从怀里下来)．He said that he had 　　19　　 for her．In the back of one of his drawers(抽屉)was a dirty pencil box．　　20　　 the box was a letter．It said,“Good-bye, Mom．I shall always love you．”

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　　It was Friday－the most tiring day of a teacher's week．As I was going to dismiss the class, Jan, who sat behind Bill suddenly shouted,“Teacher, Bill took my dime(=10 cents)．It was 　　1　　 here by my ink bottle when I went to sharpen my pencil and now it is 　　2　　”

　　Bill only dropped his head 　　3　　．

　　The dime had 　　4　　 been there．I had seen it．And Bill was the only one who had been 　　5　　 Jan's desk．

　　By now the children were quiet, obviously waiting for me to 　　6　　 action．Perhaps I hadn't slept well the night before; or perhaps it was the expectation in the children's eye．　　7　　, I lost my control．I scolded Bill for being 　　8　　．

　　“Give Jan her dime,”I ordered．Bill didn't say a word in 　　9　　．

　　“Stand up!”he stood beside his seat．

　　“Now turn all your 　　10　　 inside out and take off your shoes!”He did so, 　　11　　 to cover one foot with the other to 　　12　　 the holes in his socks．But there was no dime．

　　“　　13　　 your desk!”I ordered．Patiently he did so．The dime wasn't there either．He returned the books and papers to his desk without a word．Then he 　　14　　 his face in his arms．Immediately I 　　15　　 my mistakes．I, the person who could defend him, had failed him．

　　It was very late that afternoon 　　16　　 one of the boys went to the front of the room to sharpen his pencil．“Hey!”he cried,“Here's Jan's dime on the board ledge．She must have put it here when she sharpened her pencil．”

　　I felt heartsick．I went to Bill, and 　　17　　 him into my arms．“I'm so sorry, Bill．I had no 　　18　　 to scold you．Will you pardon me?”

　　Slowly he raised his eyes to 　　19　　．There were no tears but the 　　20　　 in his eyes branded(印在)my heart forever．

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