When I was a teenager, my dad did everything he could to discourage me from becoming a brewer (酿酒师). He’d spent his life in local breweries, _________ making a living, as had his father and grandfather before him.

So I did as he asked. I went to business school and got a highly paid job at a business- consulting firm. _________, after working there for five years, I was haunted by _________. Is this what I want to be doing when I’m 50?

I remembered that some time before, my dad had been cleaning out the attic and _________ some old beers _________ . “Today’s beer is _________ water that can hold a head,” he’d told me.

I agreed. Americans pay good money for inferior beer, I thought. Why not make good beer for Americans using my family way?

I decided to quit my job to become a brewer. When I told Dad, I was hoping he’d put his arm around me and get _________ about continuing tradition. Instead, he said, “Jim, that is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard!”

As much as Dad objected, in the end he became my new company’s first _________, coughing up (支付) $40,000 when I opened the Boston Beer Company in 1984. Going from my fancy office to being a brewer was like mountain climbing: exciting, liberating and _________.All my safety nets were gone.

Once the beer was made, I faced my biggest __________ yet: no one had ever heard of it. I needed a name that was __________ and elegant, so I named my beer __________ Samuel Adams, a brewer and patriot (爱国者) who helped to found the Boston Tea Party.

The only way to get the word out, I realized, was to sell direct. I filled my briefcase with beer and hit every bar in Boston. Six weeks later, at the Great American Beer Festival, Sam Adams Boston Lager won the top prize for American beer. The rest is history. It wasn’t supposed to work out this way — whatever does? — but in the end I was __________ to be a brewer.

My advice to all young entrepreneurs is simple: Life is very short, so don’t __________ to make decisions. Life doesn’t let you __________.

When I was nine years old, I loved to go fishing with my dad. But the only thing that wasn’t very ________ about it was that he could catch many fish while I couldn’t. I usually got ________ and kept asking him why. He always answered, “Son, if you want to catch a fish, you have to think like a fish.” I remember being even more upset then because “I’m not a fish!” I didn’t know how to ________ the same thought. Besides, I ________, how could what I think influence what a fish does?

As I got a little older I began to understand what my dad really ________. So I read some books on fish. And I even joined the local fishing club and started attending their meetings ________. I learned that a fish is a cold-blooded animal and therefore is very sensitive to water ________. That is why fish ________ shallow water to deep water because the former is warmer. Besides, water is usually warmer in direct sunlight than in the shade. Yet, fish don’t have any eyelids (眼皮)and the sun ________ their eyes. The more I understood fish, the more I became effective at finding and ________ them.

When I grew up and entered the ________ circles, I remember hearing my first boss say, “We all need to think like ________.” But it didn’t completely ________. My dad never once said, “If you want to catch a fish you need to think like a fisherman.” Years later, with great efforts to provide long-term ________ to customers much older and richer than me, I came to realize what we all need is to think more like the group that we ________.

Once there was a tailor who lived in a house on a side street in East Boston and _____ long hours each day to earn a poor living. But he ________ himself one luxury: a ticket each year on the Irish Sweepstakes. And each year he would _____ enthusiastically that this would be the winning ticket that would bring him his _________.

For fourteen years his life ________ in the same poor style, until one day there came a loud ______. Two well-dressed gentlemen entered his shop and _______ him that he had just won the sweepstakes. The grand prize was $1,000, 000!

The little tailor could hardly _______ his ears. He was rich! No longer would he have to slave away making dresses. Now he could _______ live!

He ________ his shop and threw the key into the Charles River. He bought himself a wardrobe ________ for a king, a new Rolls Royce, a suite of rooms at the Ritz.

Night after night he partied until dawn, spending his money ______ each day were his last. Of course the unavoidable thing _________. One day the money was gone. ______, he had nearly ruined his health.

Disillusioned and extremely tired, he ________ to return to his little shop and set up ________ once more. And from force of __________, once again each year he ________ from his savings the price of a sweepstakes ticket.

Two years later there came a second knock at his door. The same two gentlemen stood there once again. “This is the most _______ thing in the history of the sweepstakes,” exclaimed one. “You have won again!”

The little tailor staggered to his feet with a complaint that could be ________ miles away. “Oh, no. Do you mean I have to go through all that again?”