In the park I sat down to read on the bench，disappointed by life with good reasons to com-plain，for the world was (11) letting me down． Then a young boy came up to me and said (12) great excitement，'Look，what I found!' In his hand was a flower and he placed it to his nose． He said with overacted surprise，'It sure (13)pretty and it's for you． ' The flower before me was dead． But I knew I must (14) it，or he might never leave． So I (15)for the flower and replied，'Just what I need．'But (16) placing the flower in my hand，he held it mid-air without reason． It was then that I noticed for the very first time that the boy was blind． I heard my voice trembling(颤抖) ，tears (17) in the sun，as I thanked him for picking the 'best one．l sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman． Through the eyes of a blind child，at last I could see， the problem was not with the (18)，the problem was me． And for all of those times I myself had been(19)，I made up my mind to see the(20)in life． ( )11．