Fifteen years ago, Iworked in a local lumber mill (木材厂). Thehours were1.The work was dangerous. And the pay was low. Every day was a struggle physically.It was too hot in summer and too cold in winter. My back would burn with the2 from the constant bending, lifting andcarrying. My feet would ache from3 the entire day. My fingers would bleed fromthe work that my hands were doing. T tried to keep my spirit up4 I worked there, but day by day I felt that Iwas developing depression. Every morning, I would place Band-Aids (创可贴) around my fingers and5myold heavy work shoes. Every night, I would drag myself home smelling of sweatand dust and collapse (坐下) on thesofa.
One evening I feltlike T could6 it no more. Why was I working myself to deaththere just to survive? Why couldn't I find a better job than that? Why was Ihaving to go through all those things?
I wasn't reallyexpecting an answer, but life loves to surprise me. As I struggled up the7 to my front door, I found all three of myyoung children waiting for me with smiling faces. "Daddy, Daddy! M mydaughter yelled. I8 and picked her up in my arms. After huggingthem all, I laughed for the first time in days and sat down9. It was just the answer that I needed.
At last I moved on toa better job,10 I never forgot the answer to my questions. Wemay have to work to live, but we live to love.
