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Chuck was one of my students in my high school English class．He was a writer of great 1．So, when he was accepted into the journalism program at the University of Missouri, I wasn't 2．

During his first year at college, Chuck stopped by the school a few times to keep me informed of his 3．We recalled(回忆)that we had worked together several years before to 4 money for 23 sick Cambodian babies who were being cared for by a nurse friend of mine in Thailand, a place far away yet close to our 5．Chuck raised several thousand dollars．It was an activity that 6 our formal relationship into a friendship．

In his second year at college, it was discovered that Chuck had lung cancer and had only a short while to 7．I went to see him one day．Seeing me, he was filled with 8 and we talked and laughed for most of the afternoon．

About six weeks later, Chuck died．It was a great 9 for everyone, especially for his family．Chuck was 10 and full of promise．More importantly, he was a good person, a just person．

When I went to his 11, his father told me that several weeks before, Chuck had asked him to 12 his possessions with him so that he might select a few things to be buried in the coffin(棺木)with him．Chuck 13 six items, including an essay he had written．

He told me that Chuck liked the 14 I had written to him at the bottom of the last page．In that little note, I affirmed his talent as a 15．

I was grateful for the 16 gift Chuck gave me that day．His taking my note with him offered me a great opportunity to 17 students' lives．I felt a sense of purpose that was greater than ever．Whenever I 18 my purpose, I think of Chuck, and I am reminded of it once again：19 have the power to affect hearts and 20 for a long time．

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