More than l realized．Dad has helped me keep my balance．

When 1 was growing up，1 was embarrassed to be seen with my lather He was severely disabled and very  36   ,and when we would walk together , his hand on my arm for   37      , people would stare . I would inwardly (内心地)feel uncomfortable at the unwanted  38    . If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never    39    that he knew.

     It was   40    to coordinate (cooperate) our stepshis hesitant, mine impatientand because of that, we didn’t  41   much as we went along, But as we started out ,he always said,” You set the    42  , I will try to follow you ,”

     Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was   43   he got to work, He went to work despite illness and bad weather, He almost never missed a day and would  44    it to the office even if others could not , A matter of   45  

He never talked about himself as an object of pity ,nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or   46   . What he looked for   47   others was a “good heart”, and if he found one ,the      48    was good enough for him.

   Now that I am older, I believe that his idea is a proper  49   by which to judge people ,even though I  50  don’t know exactly what a “good heart”is   51    I know the times I don’t have one myself.

He has been gone many years now ,but I think of him often, I wonder if he   52   I was unwilling to be seen with him during our   53   , Now that I am older, I’m sorry that I never told him how sorry I was for my feeling   54   to be with him in public and how unworthy I felt to be his daughter. I think of him when I complain about trifles (something unimportant),when I am envious of another’s good fortune , and when I don’t possess a “good heart”.

At such times I put my hand on his arm to   55   my balance , and say ,”You set the pace , I will try to follow you ,.”