What is it that you love to do but never feel that you get it quite right? Perhaps you don’t even try any more because you think what you do is not ______ enough.

Discouragement seems to follow us a good pan of the time, ______ however hard we work, it seems that there is ______ someone else who can do it much better.

I have always enjoyed music and it is ______ to me that every musician has a ______ own. My father ______ several instruments and when he played with other people, it was not difficult to ______ his sound in a group. Whether it was guitar or another instrument, he had his own ______ sound.

I ______ heard of a music teacher who commented to a discouraged student. “______ else can make the sound that you make.” The sound that you make may not be the same as someone else’s, but who is to say which is ______. It is said that, “______ is in the eye of the beholder.” Perhaps it could be said that a delightful sound is in the ear of the ______.

Every person has a different tone of voice that ______ only to them, ______ we all know people with an unforgettable laugh or a way of ______ that is unique to them. It might not be the sound of your music or your voice at all. It ______ be the way you whistle or the sound of your footsteps.

Each person has a(an) ______ on the world in some way. Someone else can do what you do, but they can not do it ______ in the same way that you do it. The next time you feel ______, remember nobody else can make the sound that you make.

It was a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon some fifteen or sixteen years ago. I took my two kids to the local playground. As soon as we got there my daughter headed for the swings(秋千) and asked for a_______. I noticed another little girl_______to get her own swing going high as I was helping my daughter to go higher and higher.

I walked over to the little girl and asked_______she needed help. She smiled and said YES and I soon had her feet flying towards the _______while she laughed happily. For the next two hours I found myself pushing swings and playing games with my daughter and the little girl. By the time we headed home, I was physically tired, but my spirits were flying_______than those swings.

Three years later I was_______again after a day’s work. Still, I needed to_______ my kids from their school before heading home. I stood in the parents’ waiting area waiting for my children. Suddenly, I felt two_______arms wrapped around my legs. I looked down and there was the little girl I met three years before in the _______smiling up at me. She gave me a big hug before running away to________the school bus. As I watched her________, I didn’t feel tired anymore and my spirits were once again________ with that swing.

The love we share with others will find its way back to us. It will travel from heart to heart. It may take seconds or it may take________. The law of love, though, is never broken. We will get back what we give. We will harvest what we________ The kindness we give and the joy we create will always come back to________us.

It was 1972，and I was in second grade. In the classroom the teacher, Ms. Boyette, was ______aloud to us from Island of the Blue Dolphins. And we had just come to a part of the book where the main ____was training a wild dog. I was listening, caught up in the wonder of all.

Not far away from me, there seated a boy who always frightened or ______others, so I was ______of this boy. While Ms. Boyette was reading, I looked over at him, for he was someone I was in the ______of keeping an eye on. I ______that he was listening too, that he was engaged by the story, that he was leaning forward in his seat and listening with all his heart. I ______at him, open-mouthed. I was ______with a sudden knowledge that this boy was in fact just like me. He was a kid who liked a story. The boy must ______my eyes on him, because he turned. Then something amazing happened. He smiled at me. _______，I smiled back, unafraid. We were two _______smiling at each other.

Why have I never forgotten this _______moment? Why do I still recall every detail of it? I think it's because that moment illustrates so beautifully the______of reading out loud.

It shows us into a safe room, where everyone involved, the reader and the listener, can have that chance to______each other. We humans long not just for the story, not just for the flow of language, but for the ______that comes when words are read aloud.