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| Al was a potter (制陶工). He had a wife and two sons. One night, his older son got a stomachache. At first, Al and his wife thought the boy just got a bad cold, so they didn't take it seriously. But it was not a cold. It was terrible appendicitis (阑尾炎), and the boy died suddenly that night. Knowing the death could not 1 if he had taken the illness seriously, Al was very sad and was full of guilt (罪恶感). Then his wife couldn't stand the thing, so she left him alone 2 his six-year-old younger son. Al lost his two favorite persons. He felt no hope in the world and 3 to drink wine. Then Al became an alcoholic (酒鬼). As he drank more, Al began to lose 4 he had-his home, his land and his work. Finally, Al died alone in a San Francisco room. When I heard of Al's death, I thought he was a loser and he wasted his life. As time went 5 , I realized that I had made a serious mistake. Then I began to know 6 I once thought was wrong. I knew Al's little son, Ernie a lot. He is one of the kindest, most caring, most loving men I have ever known. I watched Ernie with his children and saw the deep love 7 them. I knew that the kindness and caring had to 8 somewhere. I never heard Ernie talk much about his father. One day I asked him, 'I'm really 9 by something. I know your father was the only one to raise you. What on earth (究竟) did he do to make you become such a special person?' Ernie sat in the chair quietly and smiled for a few 10 . Then he said, 'When I was a child, Al came into my room every night, gave me a kiss and said, "I love you, son."' Tears came to my eyes. Al had not left any money behind, but he had been a kind, loving father, and he left behind a legacy (遗产) of love to Ernie.
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