When I was 13, my only purpose was to become the star on our football team. That meant beating out Miller King, who was the best 1 at our school.
Football season started in September and all summer long I worked out. I carried my football everywhere for 2. Just before September, Miller was hit by a car and lost his right 3. I went to see him after he came back from hospital. He looked very 4, but he didn't cry. That season, I 5 all of Miller's records but he watched the home games from the bench. We went 10-1 and I was named most valuable player, 6 I often had crazy dreams in which I was to blame for (为......负责) Miller's accident.
One afternoon, I was crossing the field and saw Miller stuck (卡在) going over a fence—which wasn't 7 to climb with both arms. I'm sure I was the last person in the world he wanted to 8 help from. But even that challenge he accepted. I helped him move slowly overthe fence. When we were finally 9 on the other side, he said to me, "You know, I didn't tell you this during the season, but you did fine. Thank you for filling in for me. "
His words 10 me from my bad dreams. I thought to myself, how even without an arm he was more of a leader. Damaged but not defeated, he was still ahead of me. I was right to have admired him. From that day on, I grew bigger and a little more real.
