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　　When I was in seventh grade, I was a volunteer at a local hospital in my town．Most of the 　　1　　 I spent there was with Mr．Gillespie．He never had any visitors and nobody seemed to care about his 　　2　　．

　　I spent many days there holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done．He became a close friend of mine, 　　3　　 he responded with only an occasional squeeze(捏)of my hand．Mr．Gillespie was in a coma(昏迷)．

　　I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I came back, Mr．Gillespie was gone．I didn’t have the 　　4　　 to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear that they might 　　5　　 me he had died．

　　Several 　　6　　 later, when I was a senior in high school, I was at the gas station when I noticed a familiar face．When I 　　7　　 who it was, my eyes filled with tears．He was 　　8　　! I got up the nerve to ask him if his name was Mr．Gillespie, With a(n)　　9　　 look on his face, he replied yes．I 　　10　　 how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital．His eyes welled up with tears, and he gave me the warmest hug I had ever 　　11　　．

　　He began to tell me how, as he lay there comatose(昏迷的), he could hear me talking to him and could 　　12　　 me holding his hand the whole time．Mr．Cillespie 　　13　　 believed that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive．

　　Although I haven’t 　　14　　 him since, he fills my heart with 　　15　　 every day．I know that I made a difference between his life and his death．

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　　When I was in seventh grade, I was a volunteer at a local hospital in my town．Most of the 　　1　　 I spent there was with Mr．Gillespie．He never had any visitors and nobody seemed to care about his 　　2　　．

　　I spent many days there holding his hand and talking to him, helping with anything that needed to be done．He became a close friend of mine, 　　3　　 he responded with only an occasional squeeze(捏)of my hand．Mr．Gillespie was in a coma(昏迷)．

　　I left for a week to vacation with my parents, and when I came back, Mr．Gillespie was gone．I didn’t have the 　　4　　 to ask any of the nurses where he was, for fear that they might 　　5　　 me he had died．

　　Several 　　6　　 later, when I was a senior in high school, I was at the gas station when I noticed a familiar face．When I 　　7　　 who it was, my eyes filled with tears．He was 　　8　　! I got up the nerve to ask him if his name was Mr．Gillespie, With a(n)　　9　　 look on his face, he replied yes．I 　　10　　 how I knew him, and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital．His eyes welled up with tears, and he gave me the warmest hug I had ever 　　11　　．

　　He began to tell me how, as he lay there comatose(昏迷的), he could hear me talking to him and could 　　12　　 me holding his hand the whole time．Mr．Cillespie 　　13　　 believed that it was my voice and touch that had kept him alive．

　　Although I haven’t 　　14　　 him since, he fills my heart with 　　15　　 every day．I know that I made a difference between his life and his death．

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　　It was the afternoon before Christmas．As the newest doctor in our office, I had to work．Only a dozen red roses 　　1　　 my day, which was sent to me by a fellow I was 　　2　　．

　　When I was having some things ready, our 　　3　　 came, saying a lady urgently needed to speak with me．Out of the room I 　　4　　 a tired-looking woman with a baby in her arms．　　5　　, she explained that her husband--a prisoner was my 　　6　　 patient．She begged me to let them sit in the waiting room longer．　　7　　 my schedule wasn’t full, I agreed．Hardly had her husband 　　8　　 when the woman’s tired face lit up．Outside I kept 　　9　　 them laugh, cry, and share their child, who was smiling 　　10　　．After almost an hour, I called the prisoner in．While working, I 　　11　　 what he possibly could have done to be 　　12　　 into prison．I tried to make him as 　　13　　 as possible．

　　At the end of the appointment, I 　　14　　 him a Merry Christmas－a difficult thing to say to a man headed back to 　　15　　．He smiled and thanked me．He also said he felt 　　16　　 that he hadn’t been able to get his wife anything for Christmas．　　17　　 hearing this, I was inspired with a wonderful idea．

　　I’ll 　　18　　 forget the look on both their faces as the prisoner gave his wife the beautiful roses．I’m not sure who 　　19　　 the most joy－the husband in giving, the wife in receiving, or 　　20　　 in having the opportunity to share in this special moment．