I was driving to the grocery store on a warm morning in May. I smiled as I watched the golden sunshine   (1)   off the leaves. It was such a   (2)  and heavenly time.

My calm was broken,   (3)  , as I rounded a curve(拐弯处).A huge U-Haul truck was coming my way several feet over the center line. I swerved as far onto the side of the road as I could to   (4)   it. It was followed by not one but two other U-Haul trucks just as   (5)  . I wondered if all the stuff inside of them   (6)  the same person. I slowed down my car and waited for my heart rate to   (7)  . It was then that I   (8)   a self-storage business along the side of the highway, building new units for all the people who couldn’t fit their   (9)   into their houses. I saw a (an)   (10)   couple carrying boxes into one of the units. It seemed   (11)   that a couple just out of their teens could already have too much stuff.

I lost my own   (12)   for owning stuff when a house fire in the middle of the night destroyed everything my family owned. The only thing I had left was the underwear I was wearing. Yet, our whole family had awakened   (13)   to escape. In the weeks that followed friends and family gave us a lot of stuff to get us back on our feet, but none of it seemed as   (14)   any more. What was important was seeing Mom’s smile, giving Nana a hug and a kiss, and watching Dad snooze（打盹）in his chair   (15)   a hard day’s work. What was important was the stuff of   (16)  , not the stuff of this world. Since then I have tried to limit the things I   (17)  . I didn’t want too much stuff to   (18)  my life. I wanted to only buy what I needed and to spend my days in learning, growing, and   (19)   my family and others.

I assumed that only by doing so could I make my   (20)  .