When I was young, I was afraid to be seen with my father. He was1and short. When we walked together, he would put his hands on my arm for balance(平衡). Every time, people would look, so I would be 2 of the unwanted attention.
It was difficult for him to keep up with my 3—his slow, mine impatient, so we didn't talk much as we 4. But as we started out, he always said, "You set the pace. I will try to follow you. "
We usually walk from the subway to work. Even in bad 5, he never missed a day. He would go to the office 6 others could not. My sister or I would 7 him through the streets on a child's sleigh(雪橇)when it was snowy.
When I think of it now, I am surprised at how much 8 it must have taken for him to stand such shame. And I am also surprised at how he could 9 complain. He never talked about himself as something of 10, nor did he show any anger of the unfair life. What he 11 in others was a "good heart".
Now I believe it is a good way in 12 to value people, even though I still don't know 13 what a "good heart" is. But I know the times I don't have one myself.
My father 14 many years ago, but I think of him when I complain about my troubles, when I doubt the 15 life, when I don't have a "good heart". How I wish I could put my hands on his arm and say, "You set the pace. I will try to follow you. "
