Johnny and I lived in a small neighborhood in 1955. We had bought our two young sons two 1 for Christmas and Johnny would assemble them on Christmas Eve.
But on Christmas Eve day, Johnny 2 to go to Brookley Air Force Base in Mobile to repair a jet. I had my hands 3 with flour, preparing for Christmas dinner and 4 two energetic boys.
I was making the chocolate cake when a(n) 5 knocked on the door. It was Beatrice who was the 6 person on our road with a telephone. The base had 7 to say that a heavy torque wrench (扭矩扳手) had come apart in Johnny's hand, making the hone 8 . My sister-in-law Ruth and her husband, Otto, took me to the 9 while my mother-in-law stayed with the children.
We got there only to10 Johnny with a cast on his arm, eager to get home although the doctor required that he 11. It was Christmas Eve, Johnny 12, and he had bikes to assemble for his boys. The doctor said he'd consider 13 him the next morning if Johnny could find someone to drive him home.
On Christmas morning, Johnny tried calling the motor pool (车辆调配所). They said 14 must come from higher up, so Johnny15 making calls. 16, a big blue car rolled up to the hospital asking for the man who needed a 17 home.
Johnny's mother and I were putting dinner on the table when we heard the car. We were 18 to see Johnny. With Otto's help, Johnny assembled the boys' gifts.
That cold Christmas Day, our hearts were full of 19 for those who had gone the extra mile to bring us 20 on the holiday.
