When I was 13, my only purpose was to become the star on our football team. That meant beating out Miller King, who was the best1at our school.
The football season started in September and all summer long I2out. I carried my football everywhere for practice.
Just before September, Miller was hit by a car and lost his right arm. I went to see him after he came back from hospital. He looked very3, but he didn't cry.
That season, I4all of Miller's records while he watched the home games from the bench. We went 10 — 1 and I was named the most valuable player, but I often had crazy dreams in which I was to blame for (为...负责) Miller's5
One afternoon, I was crossing the field and saw Miller stuck (卡住) going over a fence which wasn't hard to climb with both arms. I'm sure I was the last person in the world he wanted to accept help from. But even that6he accepted. I helped him move slowly over the fence. When we were finally safe on the other side, he said to me,“You know, I didn't tell you this during the season, but you did7Thank you for filling in for me.
His words freed me from my bad dreams. I thought to myself, how even without an arm he was more of a leader. Harmed but not8, he was still ahead of me. I was right to have admired him. From that day on, I grew bigger and a little more real.
