A man lost his legs in a tragic accident. After the accident, only two fingers _______ on his right hand.

However, he was bright, creative and educated. He had gained much experience while traveling throughout the world. Yet, he became very _______ after the accident. He was afraid he would spend his life _______ and would no longer be able to live a life in a(n) _______ way.

One day, he remembered how he had _______ loved getting letters. He realized that he still had partial _______ of his right hand and could write with difficulty. Then, he had an idea. “Why not write to other people who need _______?”

Who to write to? He thought of people in prison. Many of them hoped to _______their freedom. Others would keep feeling sad and remain locked away for the rest of their lives. He decided that he must try to _______ them.

He wrote to a prison officer about sending letters to prisoners. The prison officer replied that writing to the prisoners would be __________ However, it would be __________ prison rules for them to write back.

Filled with the __________ of carrying out his idea, the man knew he had to write. He began sending one-way __________ of love, hope, strength and encouragement.

He __________ twice a week, testing his strength and ability to the limit. He poured his heart and soul into his words, __________ his experience and optimism.

It was difficult to write those letters, especially without hope of a __________Frequently, he felt discouraged. He often wondered if anyone __________ read his letters. However, he determined to __________ as long as he could help others.

One day he received a letter from the prison officer. It was a short note from the officer who monitored and __________ the prison mails.

The letter said, “Please write on the best paper you can __________ Your letters are passed from cell (牢房) to cell until they fall to pieces!”

Passing through the Atlanta airport one morning, I caught one of those trains that take travelers to their boarding gates. The free trains run ______ all day long. Not many people consider them ______ , but I heard laughter that day. At the front of the first carriage were a man and his son who was about five years old．

“Here we go! Hold on to me tightly!” the father said. “Look out there! See that pilot?

I bet he is walking to his plane.” Hearing that, the son ______ his neck to look with curiosity.

As I ______ , I remembered something I’d wanted to buy. I was ______ for my flight, so I decided to go back. I did and just as I was about to go back to the train for my gate, I saw that the man and his son had ______ , too.

“I want to ride some more!”

“More?” the father asked, “You’re not ______ ?”

“Not at all. It is fun! Fun!” his son pleaded, looking into his father’s eyes ______ . “All right,” the father agreed, and when the door opened we all got on. I realized that the father and his son were just riding this train together, making it exciting, sharing each other’s ______ .

At this warm ______ , I was lost in thought. Some parents afford to send their children to study abroad alone, ______ they end up going on the wrong track. Some parents live in million-dollar houses and ______ to meet their children’s every need, even unreasonable ones. As a consequence, their children become ______ .

What’s wrong? The answer is so simple: parents should care enough to ______ some time with their children, to pay attention and to try their best. It doesn’t cost a cent, but it is the most ______ thing in the world.