(B)    In the park I sat down to read on the bench, disappointed by life with good reason to complain, for the world was 43 letting me down.    Then a young boy came up to me and said with great excitement, “ Look, what I found!” In his hand wad a flower and he placed it to his nose. He said with overacted surprise, “It sure 44 pretty and it’s for you.”    The flower before me was dead. But I knew I must 45 it, or he might never leave. So I reached for the flower and replied,” Just what I need.” But 46 placing the flower in my hand, he held it midair without reason. It was then that I noticed for the very first time, that the boy was blind.    I heard my voice trembling (颤抖) , tears 47 in the sun, as I thanked him for picking the “best” one. I sat there and wondered how he managed to see a self-pitying woman.    Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see, the problem was not with the 48 ;the problem was me. And for all of those times I myself had been 49 , I made up my mind to see the 50 in life.