英语课文Race for love Bill
One hundred and forty high-school runners stood nervously at the starting line. Each one was thinking about the exhausting1 three-mile cross-country race that lay ahead. All were dedicated2 athletes who had run between 5 and 15 miles every day for most of their high-school years. All had prepared themlves for this crucial3 race, the Michigan High School Cross Country Championship. One of the runners was a tall, awkward-looking4 boy named Bill. This contest meant more for him than just trying to win a race. For Bill, our son, it was the most important battle in his long struggle against failure. This was Bill's last race. Would it end in a long-awaited victory? Or would this be a final, crushing defeat to his spirit?
Bill looked pale and nervous as the runners took their places at the line. I wondered if he really belonged here. Certainly most of the other runners had greater strength and speed. But how can we measure the strength of a young man's heart, or the limits of his desire? Could Bill's inner qualities carry him to his dream of being an "all-state" runner? He would have to finish in the top 15 to earn that honor. It emed impossible. According to the qualifying5 times, Bill should finish clo to last.
凝重 Bill was 18 years old. His life had been filled with disappointments and failure. Grade school had been a long nightmare6 for him. Though he tried very hard, he could not pick up the most basic reading skills. When it was decided that he should repeat first grade, Bill did not complain. He simply tried harder. But in the following years, he was still unable to keep up with his younger classmates. To make matters wor, the other students made fun of him for “flunking.”
Bill continued to struggle through school. Then one day his sixth-grade teacher called us in for a conference. She said, “I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but Bill isn't trying anymore. He has given up completely.”
魏宏远 I became very sad—and afraid. I was afraid Bill might have lost forever the good feeling about himlf that had kept him going in spite of his slowness.
That night I had a talk with Bill. For the first time, I told him about my own grade-school experiences. I said, “I was the dumbest one in my class. But my parents and teachers were loving and understanding. Becau of that, I somehow stumbled through tho year悯农的拼音
s and eventually7 went on to law school.”
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老马识途的意思 I went on, “We think achievements come easily to others. Life usually isn't like that. Most triumphs8 grow out of the ashes of defeat.”
Bill said to me, “You know, Dad, I guess that not doing so well isn't all that bad if someone loves you and stands by you.”
During Bill's last year of elementary school, we discovered he had eye problems. This was why he had trouble learning. With the help of an eye doctor and Bill's strong desire to make progress, he was on the honor roll in his first year of junior high school.
In the eighth grade, Bill went out for track, a sport where no one was ever cut from the team. During his first track ason, Bill lost every race badly. But with every defeat, he grew more determined.清炒冬瓜的做法
什么的父爱 The next fall, he ran with the high-school freshman cross-country team. He finished poorly all year, but always ran as hard as he could. The team captain and top runner Phil
6月21日是什么星座Ceeley, saw how hard Bill tried. Phil worked with Bill after school. Soon everyone in our neighborhood could count on eing Bill running through the streets. He ran up to 15 miles a day—every day—through the bitter cold of winter and the burning heat of summer.
Tho thousands of miles of hard work finally began to pay off in Bill's nior year. He became his cross-country team's fastest runner.
His teammates cho him to be captain. Bill was thrilled, but he had one more goal—to be an all-state runner. To achieve this, he would have to compete with runners from schools throughout the state. He would have to beat thousands of runners, most with more natural athletic ability than he, in a regional and finally in a state meet. I wasn't sure he could do it. CRACK! The starter's gun signaled the beginning of the race; my knees were weak. “Go, Billy Blue!” I shouted to my son, who wore the blue of Royal Oak's Kimball High School. The runners disappeared into the woods.
