Watson entered Mr Smith's office. The boss was a hard man. He fired people who didn't do well without giving them a second chance.

“Watson,” said Mr Smith, “this past year your department hasn't earned money. We're going to drop that department. It's finished. I'm sorry—but you'll have to go.” “But, sir—if I just had a little more time. For the moment I need the job to keep my son at Riverside School.”

“What's that!” said the boss. “Riverside! I didn't know you had a boy there. That's an expensive school for a man with your salary.”

“I know, sir. But he likes it so much! He's a star athlete and the best boxer in the school. The boys call him Champ there.”

The boss sat perfectly still for a long time—a faraway look in his eyes. Then, suddenly, he said, “We've got to close your department, Watson. But you'll take over a new job in another department. It means longer hours—maybe more pay. Now get out. You're here for life.”

Watson got out, with surprise on his face. Then the boss took a letter from the top drawer of his desk. It was Herbie's last letter from Riverside School—written a few days before he died. He had read it over and over again with sick pain. The letter read:

I can't say the boys here are any nicer to me than the others were. I guess it's the same everywhere when you're a cripple. But don't worry about me, Dad. They've got a good chemistry department here. And there's one boy here who is really great. He's a track star and boxing champ and just tops in chemistry.

The boys call him Champ. He made them stop throwing my books around. And he knocked a boy down who hit me. He is the best friend I ever had. Dad, when I grow up, I want to do something for Champ. Something big—that he won't even know about.

Your son,

Herbie

Every Saturday night my family and I go out and feed the homeless in the city of Orlando.

We want to see what it is like in the life of a homeless person. One special thing I like to_______is, my family and I do not eat_______we begin our journey so we know how it feels to be hungry. We all get together in the_______and prepare the food. Some of the meals are sandwiches and cookies and a bottle of water. Sometimes my mum_______a steaming hot delicious meal. We then bag them all up to feed 30 or more people. 

Before my family and I get into the car we ask God for _______in a family prayer. A lot of people_______homeless people. Not all homeless people are drug addicts or bad people. Some are really nice; some of them just had bad things happening to them. 

_______when my family and I go out on the street we have to earn their trust, because a lot of people are_______to them for no good reason. But now that they see us every week they _______us. We even know some of their names. We all have to remember that these are people with________.Some of them shake our hands for giving them food. Some of them do really funny dances because they are happy. 

We have become really close________a man named Tony and his wife. They have all of their personal________in shopping carts. After________us several times he has told us a lot about his life. He graduated from Howard University. He________teach French and Spanish. 

After we finish feeding the homeless, it makes me ________ what I have at home. I love feeding the homeless and making a difference in someone's life.

A few years ago, I had to stay at the hospital for three days for a medical test. I     30    (ask) to stay awake for more than 30 hours because of the test. It could be     31    (extreme) difficult for anyone. And I didn't believe I could make it. My mother said she would accompany me. But I knew even     32     my mother accompanying me, it wouldn't be easy.

To my surprise, that afternoon     33     my mom came to my room, she had my friend Susan with her. That afternoon Susan called my mother. As soon as she     34     (hear) I needed to stay awake for so long, she decided to help me. So she offered     35    (come) to the hospital to stay with me and help keep me awake. Things became much     36     (easy) than I had imagined with Susan's help. She told me stories and jokes , and time passed very quickly.

Without Susan's help,     37     whole stay in the hospital would have been much more difficult. And our     38    (friend) became deeper from then on. I think nothing can keep us apart. I'm so     39     (thank) that I have such a friend.