完形填空 When I was 13 my only purpose was to become the star on our football team. That meant ##1## Miller King, who was the best ##2## at our school. Football season started in September and all summer long I worked out. I carried my football everywhere for ##3## . Just before September, Miller was struck by a car and lost his right arm. I went to see him after he came back from ##4## . He looked very ##5## , but he didn ’ t cry. That season, I ##6## all of Miller’s records while he ##7## the home games from the bench. We went 10-1 and I was named most valuable player, ##8## I often had crazy dreams in which I was to blame for Miller’s ##9## . One afternoon, I was crossing the field to go home and saw Miller ##10## going over a fence—which wasn’t ##11## to climb if you had both arms. I’m sure I was the last person in the world he wanted to accept ##12## from. But even that challenge he accepted. I ##13## him move slowly over the fence. When we were finally ##14## on the other side, he said to me, “You know, I didn’t tell you this during the season, but you did ##15## .Thank you for filling in for ##16## .” His words freed me from my bad ##17## . I thought to myself, how even without an arm he was more of a leader. Damaged but not defeated, he was ##18## ahead of me. I was right to have ##19## him. From that day on, I grew ##20## and a little more real.