17.In the park I sat down to read on the bench,disappointed by life with good reason to complain,for the world was(1)
letting me down. Then a young boy came up to me and said with great excitement, " Look,what I found!" In his hand was a flower and he placed it to his nose.He said with overacted surprise, "It sure(2)
pretty and it's for you." The flower before me was dead.But I knew I must(3)
it,or he might never leave.So I reached for the flower and replied, "Just what I need." But(4)
placing the flower in my hand,he held it midair without reason.It was then that I noticed for the very first time,that the boy was blind. I heard my voice trembling(顫抖),tears(5)
in the sun,as I thanked him for picking the "best" one.I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman. Through the eyes of a blind child,at last I could see,the problem was not with the(6)
;the problem was me.And for all of those times I myself had been(7)