I moved to a new neighborhood two months ago. In the house with a large   (1)  across the road lived a taxi driver, a single parent with two school-aged children. At the end of the day, he would   (2)  his taxi on the road. I   (3)  why he did not park it in the garage.

Then one day I learned that he had another car in his garage. In the afternoon he would come home   (4)  work, leave his taxi and go out for his   (5)  affairs in his other car, not in his taxi. I felt it was a   (6)  .

I was curious to see his personal car but did not make it until I   (7)  to be outside one evening two weeks   (8)  , when the garage door was   (9)  and he drove out his “own” car: a Rolls-Royce! It shook me completely   (10)  I realized what that meant. You see, he was a taxi driver. But   (11)  inside, he saw himself as something else: a Rolls-Royce owner and a(n)   (12)  . He drove others in his taxi but himself and his children in his Rolls-Royce. The world looked at his taxi and   (13)  him a taxi driver. But for him, a taxi was just something he drove for a living, Rolls-Royce was something he drove for a(n)   (14)  .

We go to bed every night and   (15)  every morning as parents or children, not as bankers, CEOs or professors. We go for a   (16)  as close friends or go for a vacation as a   (17)  . We love life as it is. Yet often, we base our entire happiness and success on how much bigger and better a   (18)  we have. And we ignore our Rolls-Royce, by   (19)  it dusty in our garage. We should focus more on   (20)  we are than what we do!