I wandered in the park. The park bench was    1   as I sat down to read beneath the long, straggly
(蔓延的) branches of an old willow tree. I was disappointed by life with    2   reason to frown, for the
world was intent on dragging me down.
        3    that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of     4   approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
    In his hand was a flower, and what a   5   sight, with its petals(花瓣) all worn not enough rain, or too
little light. I faked a small    6   , wanting him to take his dead flower and leave, and then    7  .
    But instead of leaving he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and declared with
surprise, "It surely smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
    The weed before me was dying or dead. Not brilliant colors, orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must   8    it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
    But    9    him placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without    10    or plan. It was then that
I noticed for the very first time, that young boy could not see: he was blind.
    My    11    trembled, and tears shone like the sun as I    12   him for picking the very best one. "You're
welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, not    13    of the impact he'd had on my day.
    I sat there and wondered how he    14   to see a self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree. How
did he    15    my difficult situation?    16     from his heart, he'd been blessed with true   17    .
    At last I could see,    18     the eyes of a blind child, the problem was not with the    19    ; the problem
was me. And for all of those times I myself had been    20   , I vowed(发誓) to see beauty, and appreciate every second that's mine.
    I held that wilted(枯萎) flower up to my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose and
smiled as that young boy.