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For several years, we lived at the end of a long Texas country road. Every evening when I was away from home on business, my little boy would ask permission of his mother to take his black 16 and his daddy’s walking stick, to make the half-mile 17 from the house to the fence which 18 the beginning of the dirt driveway.
One day, I was busy with my business and was 19 for about an hour, completely forgetting about the 20 little boy down the road who might be 21 for his daddy.
On my way home, the rain was so thick that I could not 22 ten feet in front of me. All I could 23 was finishing my journey and getting out of the rain. 24 , the downpour began to abate(减弱). It was only a drizzle(细雨) by the time my car turned the last 25 and approached the final street between me and a warm home and nice meal.
26 , I caught sight of my little boy, who was 27 an umbrella in one hand, a walking stick in the other, and was wearing the biggest and most beautiful smile ever to lighten the 28 of a little boy.
As I stopped the car and 29 the door, he ran into my arms and held me long and hard. He was wet and 30 with cold, but he never 31 the rain, nor the hour-long wait. He simply said, “Daddy, I missed you. I am so glad you are home.”
Last year, we 32 to a wonderful new home provided for a special season in our lives. We no longer have a long country road. 33 , I have never forgotten the rainy day and the little boy and his dog. Often, perhaps a thousand times, that 34 has occurred in my mind. 35 all events in our lives, it happens once, and must be treasured.