When I was in the 8th grade in
Ohio, a girl named Helen in my class had a terrible accident. As she was 31
to the bus in order not to miss it, she slipped on the ice and
fell under the back wheels of the bus. She 32 the accident
but was paralyzed from the waist down. I went to see her, in my 13-year-old 33
thinking that she wouldn’t live 34 from then on.
Over the years, I 35 and
didn’t think much about Helen after that. Three years ago ,in Florida, my
oldest son was hit by a car while riding his bike, 36 a terrible
brain injury. While I was looking after my son, a lady who said she was the
hospital’s social worker called. It was a(an) 37 trying(难受的)day. I burst into tears for
no reason and rang 38 .
A short time later, a beautiful woman, in a
wheelchair, 39 into my son’s room with a box of 40
.After 16 years, I still 41 Helen. She smiled,
handed me the tissues and hugged me. I told her who I was, and after we both
went through the shock of that, she began to tell me about 42 since
we last saw each other. She married, had children and got her degree so that
she 43 the path for those people who were less 44 than
her. She told me that if there was anything she could give me, it would be
45 .
Looking at this wonderful, giving person, I
felt 46 .But I also felt the first hope I had since
learning that my son was 47 .From this person that I thought
would have no 48 of life, I learned that where there is life,
there is hope. My son miraculously(神奇的) 49 and we moved north, but I owe Helen 50
that I can never repay.
