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The yearly Marathon in my town usually happened during a heat wave．My job was to follow behind the runners in an ambulance 1 any of them needed medical attention．
“We’re suppose to stay behind the 2 runner, so take it slowly,” I said to the driver, Doug, as the race started．
The front-runners started to 3 and then my eyes were 4 to the woman in blue silk running shorts and a loose white T-shirt．
We knew we were already watching our “l(fā)ast runner．” Her 5 were so crippled(殘疾的)that it seemed almost impossible for her to be able to walk, 6 alone run a marathon．
Doug and I 7 in silence as she slowly moved forward． 8 , she was the only runner left in sight．Tears streamed down my face when I watched with respect 9 she pushed forward with great 10 through the last miles．
When the finish line came into sight, rubbish lay everywhere and the 11 crowds had long gone home． 12 , standing straight and ever so proud 13 a lone man．He was 14 one end of a ribbon(緞帶)of crepe paper(皺紋紙) 15 to a post．She slowly crossed through, leaving both ends of the paper fluttering behind her．
I do not know this woman’s name, but that day she became part of my 16 –a part I often depend on．For her, it wasn’t about 17 the other runners or winning a prize, but about 18 what she had set out to do, no matter 19 ．When I think things are too difficult or I get those “I-just-can’t-do-it,” I think of the last runner．Then I realize how 20 the task before me really is．
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