The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read beneath the long branches of an old willow tree. 31 at life, I have a good reason to frown, for the world was intent on 32 me down. And if that weren't enough to ruin my day, a young boy out of breath 33 me, all tired from play. He stood 34 in front of me with his head tilted down and said with great excitement, "Look what I found!" In his hand was a 35 . What a pitiful sight, its petals were all worn - not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting him to take his dead flower away and go off to play, I 36 a small smile and then looked away. But i  nstead of 37 , he sat next to my side and placed the flower to his nose and 38 loudly with certainty, "It sure smells pretty and it must be beautiful, too. That's why I picked it; here, it's for you." The weed before me was dying or dead, not vibrant of 39 , orange, yellow or red. But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave. So I 40 for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need." Again, 41 placing the flower in my hand, he held it mid-air without reason or plan. It was then 42 I noticed for the very first time that the boy could not see: he was 43 . I heard my voice trembling. Tears shone like the sun as I thanked him for picking the very best one. "You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play, not realizing the 44 he'd had on my day. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a 45 woman beneath an old willow tree. How did he 46 my self-indulged plight(困境)? Perhaps he'd been 47 with true sight from his heart by God. Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see, the problem was not with the world; the problem was me. For all of those times I myself had been blind. I decided to see beauty, and 48 every second that belongs to mine. 49 I held that dead flower up to my nose and breathed in the 50 of a beautiful rose , I smiled as that young boy. Another flower in his hand was about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
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