I lost my sight when I was four years old by falling off a box car and landing on my head. Now I am thirty two. I can 1 remember the brightness of sunshine and what color red is. It would be wonderful to see again, but a 2 can do strange things to people. It 3 to me the other day that I might not have come to 4 life as I do if I hadn't been blind. I believe in life now. I am not so sure that I would have believed in it so deeply, otherwise. I don't mean that I would prefer to go without my eyes. I simply mean that the 5 of them made me appreciate more 6 I had left.

    Life, I believe, asks a continuous series of 7 to reality. The more readily a person is able to make these adjustments, the more meaningful his own private world becomes. The adjustment is never easy. But I was lucky. My parents and my teachers saw something in me—a 8to live, you might call it—which I didn't see, and they made me want to fight it out with 9.

    The hardest lesson I had to learn was to believe in myself. If I hadn't been able to do that, I would have 10 and become a chair rocker on the front porch for the rest of my life. When I say 11 in myself I am not talking about simply the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an unfamiliar staircase alone. I mean something bigger than that: an assurance that I am, 12 imperfections, a real, positive person; that somewhere in the complex pattern of people there is a special place where I can make myself fit.

    It took me years to discover and strengthen this assurance. It had to start with the most 13 things. Once a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was 14 me and I was 15. "I can't use this." I said. "Take it with you," he urged me, "and roll it around." The words 16 in my head. "Roll it around! "By rolling the ball I could hear where it went. This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought 17: playing baseball. At Philadelphia's Overbrook School for the Blind I 18 a successful game of baseball, which we called it ground ball.

    All my life I have set ahead of me a series of 19 and then tried to reach them, one at a time. I had to learn my limitations. It was no good trying for something that I knew at the start was absolutely 20 because that only invited bitterness of failure. I would fail sometimes anyway but on the average I made progress.

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增加：在缺词处加一个漏字符号（∧），并在其下面写出该加的词。

删除：把多余的词用斜线（\）划掉。

修改：在错的词下划一横线，并在该词下面写出修改后的词。

注意：1）每处错误及其修改均仅限一词

2）只允许修改10处，多者（从第11处起）不计分。

    Last weekend, our class went hiking. Early in the morning, we gathered at People's Square in the city center and then head for the South Mountain, which was 8 kilometers away. Our goal was to climbing to the top, from which we could enjoy a good view.

    It was an exhausted hike and the heats consumed all our energy. Therefore, when we finally reached to our destination, the view took our breath away. It was well worth walking such long distance. Because I not only got relaxed by enjoying the beauty of nature but also learned the truth which our efforts will always pay off in the end.