I sat down to read under an old tree in the park. I felt my life was   36  , because my whole world was dark.

A young   37   ran up to me, out of breath（氣喘吁吁）. He stood right before me with his head down and said   38  , “Look what I found!” In his hand was a flower, and what a poor sight! The flower was dry and   39 . I gave him a small smile and then turned my eyes away so that he could take his dry flower and go off to play.

  40 , he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his   41  and said in surprise, “It smells sweet and it’s beautiful, too. That’s   42  I picked it. Here, it’s for you.” The flower before me was dead. But I knew I must   43  it, or he might never leave. So I accepted(接受) the flower, and replied, “This is just what I   44 .” Just then, for the first time I noticed that the boy could not   45 －h(huán)e was blind.

Tears came down my face as I   46  him for picking the best one. “You’re welcome.” he smiled, and then ran off  to  47 . I sat there and wondered how he was able to learn about my pain.

Through the eyes of a blind child,   48  I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all those years I myself had been   49 . I decided to see the beauty in life, and   50  every second of my life. And then I held that dry flower up to my nose and breathed in the smell of a beautiful rose.

During his college years, Sherman Rogers spent a summer in logging(伐木) camp. When the boss had to leave for   41  days, he put Rogers in charge(掌管).

“What shall I do if the men   42  to follow my orders?” Rogers asked. He thought of Tony, a worker who complained all day, gave the other men a   43  time.

“Fire（解雇） them,” the boss said. Then, as if reading Rogers’ mind, he added, “I suppose you are going to fire Tony if you get the   44 . I’d feel badly about that. I have been logging for 40 years. Tony is one of the best workers I’ve ever had. I know he hates everybody and   45 . But he comes in first and leaves last. There has not been an   46  for eight years on the hill where he works.”

The next day, Rogers went to Tony, “Tony, do you know I’m in charge here today?” Tony said yes. “I was going to fire you the first time we quarreled,   47  I want you to know I’m not,” he told Tony, adding   48  the boss had said.

When he finished, Tony dropped the things in his hand and tears went down his   49 .

“Why didn’t he tell me that eight years   50  ?”

That day Tony worked   51  than ever before – and he smiled!

Rogers went back to   52  after that summer. Twelve years later he met Tony again who was now boss for one of the largest logging companies in the West. Rogers asked him how he came to California and happened to be so   53 .

Tony replied, “Were it not for the one minute you talk to me back that day, I would kill somebody some day. One minute   54  my whole life.”

Have you got one minute to thank someone? One minute to appreciate(欣賞) her or him? One minute. It can make a   55  for a lifetime.

I sat down to read under an old tree in the park. I felt my life was   36  , because my whole world was dark.
A young   37   ran up to me, out of breath（氣喘吁吁）. He stood right before me with his head down and said   38  , “Look what I found!” In his hand was a flower, and what a poor sight! The flower was dry and   39 . I gave him a small smile and then turned my eyes away so that he could take his dry flower and go off to play.
  40 , he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his   41  and said in surprise, “It smells sweet and it’s beautiful, too. That’s   42  I picked it. Here, it’s for you.” The flower before me was dead. But I knew I must   43  it, or he might never leave. So I accepted(接受) the flower, and replied, “This is just what I   44 .” Just then, for the first time I noticed that the boy could not   45 －h(huán)e was blind.
Tears came down my face as I   46  him for picking the best one. “You’re welcome.” he smiled, and then ran off  to  47 . I sat there and wondered how he was able to learn about my pain.
Through the eyes of a blind child,   48  I could see the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. And for all those years I myself had been   49 . I decided to see the beauty in life, and   50  every second of my life. And then I held that dry flower up to my nose and breathed in the smell of a beautiful rose.