When I was little . I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was short and 1 . When we walked together, he would hold my arm. People would look at us. Our usual walk was to or from the 2 station. That was how he got to work. He went to work even when he was sick or the weather was bad. He almost 3 missed a day . Whe n snow or ice was on the ground, it was 4 for him to walk, even with help. My sisters or I would then pull him 5 the streets of our city on a child's sleigh( 雪橇 ) to the subway . My father couldn't take part in many 6 , but he tried. He was a baseball fan and helped keep the local team going. He liked to go to dances and parties, where he could have a good time just sitting and 7 . He never saw himself as an object of pity( 怜悯的对象 ). 8 he looked for in others was a "good heart". Now I believe that is a good way to judge people, 9 I still don't know what a "good heart" is. He has been dead for many years now , but I 10 him often. I think of him when I complain, when I envy( 羡慕 ) others' good luck, and when I don't have a "good heart" .