When my children were small, the toughest part of the day was getting to work．There were diapers(尿布), formula(奶粉), 1 of clothes to worry about for the children．There was their breakfast, and I must 2 they were clean and ready for the day．It was pretty chaotic(混乱的)．I have always been one to 3 more about making sure everyone else had what they needed than to take care of myself． 4 , I had my clothing and my packed lunch set out so that I could quickly get ready and then turn my 5 back to getting the children ready．
I tried to keep my 6 pretty easy in the morning．There just wasn't time, but that was OK as long as I kept moving．I would manage a 7 look at myself in the full-length mirror just before I 8 out the door．
Once a week we had management team 9 and it was important to be there on time and to appear relaxed and 10 ．We would go around the conference table, each 11 on successes and areas of concern．When it came around to my 12 , all eyes would be on me as I had my chance to brag(自夸)on my programs and increasing 13 ．
I thought I was pretty 14 at playing the role of the cool, calm, collected program manager 15 one week I arrived at one of these management team meetings and as the 16 went around the table, getting to me．There were 17 looks on the faces of the others looking at me．I started to feel a little 18 as that“what's going on?” 19 grew more intense．My closest colleague started doing this strange nodding thing in my direction．It was then that I 20 that I had my dress on inside-out．
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．
