One cool morning, my mother and I went to several garage sales （宅前旧货出售） to find something that our family might want. We finally1at a pleasant house in the woods. The elderly2told me that he and his wife were retired （退休的） teachers. As we were searching, I heard the gentleman's wife say her3to someone, and I immediately4who she was. She looked at me and said. "You're Lisa Miller" I looked at her5, for it had been nearly thirty6since I had been in her class.
My mother immediately said sorry to her for any trouble I might have made. She did that again after learning that I wasn't the sweet little child. She thought that if this woman7me after so many years, I must have done something8My teacher looked at my mother and softly said. "Oh, no, She was very good. " My teacher9that during the last week of school, I10her a plant from my mother's garden. It was a lamb's ear. She took us to her garden where she planted the lamb's ear. Over the years it11. As I looked down her driveway with lamb's ears on both sides, she said, "Every day when I leave my house and drive up the driveway, I think of you. " Tears12my eyes. There at her home was a piece of my life that she had raised.
At that moment, she taught me more about life than I could imagine. We give pieces of ourselves every day13thought. We seldom imagine the effects （影响） that we have on others' lives. That piece may grow and spread, becoming a（n）14part of a life. In the end it isn't he big things that matter, 15the small things that make all the difference in the world.
