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　　One day, a poor boy, named Howard Kelly, was trying to pay his way through school by selling goods door to door．He was hungry, 　　1　　 he decided to beg something to eat．

　　When a young woman opened the door, instead of a 　　2　　 he asked for a drink of water．Thinking he looked 　　3　　 she brought him a large glass of milk．He drank it and then asked, “How much do I 　　4　　 you?”

　　“No, you don't owe me anything．” she replied．“Mother has taught me 　　5　　 to accept pay for a kindness．” Leaving that house, he not only felt stronger 　　6　　, but it also increased his faith in God and the human race．He was about to 　　7　　 before this point．

　　　　8　　 later the young woman became seriously ill．The local doctors couldn't cure her illness．They sent her to the big city, where specialists can be 　　9　　 to study her disease．Dr．Howard Kelly, now 　　10　　, came for the consultation(会诊)．When he heard the name of the town where she came from, a strange light filled his eyes．　　11　　, he went into her room．

　　　　12　　 in his doctor's gown(罩衣)he went in to see her．He 　　13　　 her at once．He went back to the 　　14　　 and determined to do his best to save her life．From that day on, he gave special attention to her case．

　　Finally, the battle was won．Dr．Kelly asked a nurse to 　　15　　 the bill to her room．She was afraid to open it 　　16　　 she knew that it would 　　17　　 the rest of her life to pay it off．Finally she looked and read these words on the side of the bill：

　　“Paid in full with a glass of 　　18　　．”(Signed)Dr．Howard Kelly

　　Tears of 　　19　　 flooded her eyes as she 　　20　　 silently：“Thank you, God．Your love has spread through human hearts and hands．”

　　I grew up poor－living in the housing projects(住房)with six brothers, three sisters, a varying assortment(各式各样东西的混合)of foster kids(养子), my father, and a wonderful mother, Scarlette Hunley．We had little money and few worldly goods, but plenty of love and attention．I was 　　1　　 and energetic．I understood that no matter how poor a person was, he could still 　　2　　 a dream．

　　My dream was 　　3　　．By the time I was sixteen, I could crush a baseball, and hit anything that moved on the baseball field．I was also 　　4　　：My high school coach Jarvis, who not only believed in me, but taught me how to believe in myself．He 　　5　　 me the difference between having a dream and showing conviction(信念)．One particular incident with Coach Jarvis changed my life forever．

　　It was the summer between my junior and senior years, and a friend 　　6　　 me for a summer job．This meant a chance for money in my pocket－cash for dates with girls, certainly, money for a new bike and new clothes, and the start of savings for a 　　7　　 for my mother．The prospect of a summer job was attractive and interesting, and I wanted to jump at the opportunity．Then I realized I would have to 　　8　　 summer baseball to handle the work schedule, and that meant I would have to tell Coach Jarvis I wouldn’t be playing．

　　When I told Coach Jarvis, he was 　　9　　 as I expected him to be．“You have your whole life to work，” he said．“Your 　　10　　 days are limited．You can’t afford to waste them．”

　　I stood before him with my head hanging, trying to think of the words that would explain to him why my dream of buying my mom a house and having money in my pocket was worth facing his 　　11　　 to me．

　　“How much are you going to make at this job, son?” He demanded．“3.5 dollars an hour．” I replied．“Well,” he asked, “Is ＄3.5 an hour the price of a dream?”

　　That question, the plainness of it, laid bare for me the difference between wanting something right now and having a goal．I dedicated myself to sports that summer and with the year I was hired by the Pittsburgh Pirates to play baseball, and was 　　12　　 a ＄20,000 contract．I signed with the Denver Broncos in 1998 for ＄1.7 million, and bought my mother the house of my dreams．