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　　One afternoon I went to an art museum and I was looking forward to a quiet view of the masterpiece(名作)．A young couple looking at the paintings ahead of me talked 　　1　　 between themselves．I watched them a moment and 　　2　　 she was doing all the talking．

　　I admired his patience for 　　3　　 up with he talktiveness．Annoyed(恼怒)by her noise．I moved on．

　　I 　　4　　 with them several times as I moved through the different rooms of art．　　5　　 I heard her continouse talking, I moved 　　6　　 quickly．I was at the counter of the gift shop when I 　　7　　 the couple going to the exit．Before they left, the man took out a walking stick and then tapped his 　　8　　 into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket．

　　“He's a(n)　　9　　 man,”the clerk at the counter said．“Most of us would 　　10　　 if we blinded at such a young age．During his recovery, he said his wife wouldn't change．So, as before, he and his wife come in 　　11　　 there is a new art show．”

　　“But 　　12　　 does he get out of the art?”I asked．“He can't see．”

　　“Can't see!You're 　　13　　．He sees a lot．More than you or I do．”The clerk said．“His wife 　　14　　 each painting so he can see it in his 　　15　　．”

　　I 　　16　　 something about patience, courage and love that day．I saw the 　　17　　 of a young wife describing paintings to a person without 　　18　　 and the courage of a husband who would not allow 　　19　　 to change his life．And I saw the love 　　20　　 by two people as I watched this couple walk away hand in hand．

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　　One afternoon I went to an art museum and I was looking forward to a quiet view of the masterpiece(名作)．A young couple looking at the paintings ahead of me talked 　　1　　 between themselves．I watched them a moment and 　　2　　 she was doing all the talking．

　　I admired his patience for 　　3　　 up with the talkativeness．Annoyed(恼怒)by her noise, I moved on．

　　I 　　4　　 with them several times as I moved through the different rooms of art．　　5　　 I heard her continuous talking, I moved 　　6　　 quickly．I was at the counter of the gift shop when I 　　7　　 the couple going to the exit．Before they left, the man took out a walking stick and then tapped(敲)his 　　8　　 into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket．

　　“He's a(n)　　9　　 man, ” the clerk at the counter said．“Most of us would 　　10　　 if we are blinded at such a young age．During his recovery, he said his wife wouldn't change．So, as before, he and his wife come in 　　11　　 there is a new art show．”

　　“But 　　12　　 does he get out of the art?” I asked．“He can't see．”

　　“Can't see! You're 　　13　　．He sees a lot．More than you or I do．” The clerk said．“His wife 　　14　　 each painting so he can see it in his 　　15　　．”

　　I 　　16　　 something about patience, courage and love that day．I saw the 　　17　　 of a young wife describing paintings to a person without 　　18　　 and the courage of a husband who would not allow 　　19　　 to change his life．And I saw the love 　　20　　 by two people as I watched this couple walk away hand in hand．

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　　Forty-three years ago, I was a twelve-year-old boy in Marinette．An old lady was a 　　1　　 on my Paper route．On a Saturday afternoon, a friend and I were mindlessly throwing 　　2　　 onto the roof of the old lady's house from the bushes．The 　　3　　 of our play was to observe how the rocks changed to missiles(飞弹)as they 　　4　　 to the roof's edge and shot out into the yard like comets(彗星)．

　　I found a perfectly smooth rock and 　　5　　 it for a(n)ride．The stone was too smooth, however, so it 　　6　　 from my hand as I let it go and headed straight for a window．We were so 　　7　　 of getting caught that we took off 　　8　　 than any of our missiles that flew off her roof．

　　However ,a few days later, when I was sure that I hadn't been 　　9　　, I started to feel guilty for her misfortune．She still 　　10　　 me with a smile each day when I gave her the paper．'

　　I made up my mind that I would 　　11　　 my Paper delivery money．Three weeks later, I had 7 dollars and put the money in an envelope with a note 　　12　　 that I was sorry for breaking her window and hoped that the money would cover the cost for 　　13　　 it．

　　I waited until it was 　　14　　, sneaked up to the lady's house, and put the envelope by the door．The next day, I handed the lady her paper and returned the warm 　　15　　 which I was receiving from her．She 　　16　　 me for the paper and gave me a bag, saying, “ Here, I have some cookies for you．” I thanked her and 　　17　　 to eat the cookies as I continued my route．

　　After several cookies, I felt a(n)　　18　　 and pulled it out of the bag．When I 　　9　　 it, 1 was shocked．Inside was the seven dollars and a short note, saying, “I'm 　　10　　 of you．”

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　　My father and I were very close．I loved pleasing him, and he was always 　　1　　 of my success．If I 　　2　　 a spelling contest at school, he was on top of the 　　3　　．Later in life whenever I got a promotion, I'd call my father 　　4　　 and he'd rush out to tell all his 　　5　　．In 1970, when I was 　　6　　 as president of the Ford Motor Company, I don't know 　　7　　 of us was more excited．

　　Like many native Italians, my parents were very open with their 　　8　　 and their love not only at home, but also in public．Most of my friends would 　　9　　 hug their fathers．But I hugged and kissed my dad at every 　　10　　－nothing could have felt more 　　11　　．

　　He was a(n)　　12　　 man who was always trying new things．He was the first person in Allentown to buy a motorcycle．　　13　　, my father and his motorcycle didn't 　　14　　 too well．He fell off it so often that he 　　15　　 it just a month after buying it．As a result, he never again 　　16　　 any vehicle with less than four wheels．

　　Because of that motorcycle, I wasn't 　　17　　 to have a bicycle when I was growing up．Whenever I wanted to ride a bike, I had to 　　18　　 one from a friend．However, my father let me drive a car as soon as I 　　19　　 sixteen．

　　My father and I loved and 　　20　　 each other．We were close to each other all the time．