I was unbelievably proud of my nine-year-old daughter, Emily.　36　to buy a mountain bike, she’d been saving her pocket money all year, as well as doing small jobs to earn extra money.

　　By Thanksgiving, she had collected only $49. I said, “You　37　have your pick from my bicycle　 38　.” “Thanks, Daddy. But your bikes are so old.” She was right. All my girls’ bikes were 1950s models, not the kind a kid today would　39　choose.

　　As Christmas　40　near, Emily and I went bike shopping. As we left one store, she 　41　a Salvation Army volunteer standing next to a big pot.

“Can we give something, Daddy?” she asked. 　　

“Sorry, Em, I’m out of change.” I said.

　　Throughout December, Emily continued to 　42　hard. Then one day, she made a 　43　announcement. “You know all the money I’ve been saving?” she said hesitantly. “I’m going to give it to the poor people.” So one cold morning before Christmas, Emily handed her total savings of $58 to a volunteer who was really very　 44　.

    　45　by Emily’s selflessness, I decided to contribute　46　of my old bicycles to a car dealer who was collecting used bikes for poor children.　47　I selected a shiny model from my collection, however, it seemed as if a second bike took on a glow（发光）.Should I contribute two? No, one would be enough. But I couldn’t 　48　the feeling that I should give a second bike. When I later　 49　the bikes, the car dealer said, “You’re making two kids very　 50　, sir. Here are your tickets. For each bicycle contributed, we’re　51　away one chance to win a girls’ mountain bike.”

　　Why wasn’t I surprised when that second ticket proved to be the  52 ? I like to think it was God’s way of  53  a little girl for a sacrifice  54　her years while giving her dad a lesson in the  55　.

I was unbelievably proud of my nine-year-old daughter, Emily.　31　to buy a mountain bike, she’d been saving her pocket money all year, as well as doing small jobs to earn extra money.  

　　By Thanksgiving, she had collected only $49. I said, “You　32　have your pick from my bicycle　 33　.” “Thanks, Daddy. But your bikes are so old.” She was right. All my girls’ bikes were 1950s models, not the kind a kid today would　34　choose.

　　As Christmas　35　near, Emily and I went bike shopping. As we left one store, she 　36　a Salvation Army（基督教慈善组织） volunteer standing next to a big pot.

“Can we give something, Daddy?” she asked. 　　

“Sorry, Em, I’m out of change.” I said.

　　Throughout December, Emily continued to 　37　hard. Then one day, she made a 　38　announcement. “You know all the money I’ve been saving?” she said hesitantly. “I’m going to give it to the poor people.” So one cold morning before Christmas, Emily handed her total savings of $58 to a volunteer who was really very　 39　.

    　40　by Emily’s selflessness, I decided to contribute　41　of my old bicycles to a car dealer who was collecting used bikes for poor children.　42　I selected a shiny model from my collection, however, it seemed as if a second bike took on a glow（发光）.Should I contribute two? No, one would be enough. But I couldn’t 　43　the feeling that I should give a second bike. When I later　 44　the bikes, the car dealer said, “You’re making two kids very　 45　, sir. Here are your tickets. For each bicycle contributed, we’re　46　away one chance to win a girls’ mountain bike.”

　　Why wasn’t I surprised when that second ticket proved to be the  47 ? I like to think it was God’s way of  48  a little girl for a sacrifice  49　her years while giving her dad a lesson in the  50　.