When I was in seventh grade,I was a candy striper at a local hospital in my town.Most of the （31） I spent there was with Mr.Gillespie.He never had any （32） and nobody seemed to care about his condition.
I spent many days there holding his hand and talking to him,（33） anything that needed to be done.He became a close friend of mine,（34） he responded with only an occasional squeeze(捏)of my hand.Mr.Gillespie was in a coma(昏迷).
I left for a week to vacation with my parents,and when I came back,Mr.Gillespie was gone.I didn’t have the （35） to ask any of the nurses where he was,for fear they might tell me he had died.
Several （36） later,when I was a senior in high school,I was at the gas station when I noticed a familiar face.When I realized who it was,my eyes filled with tears.He was （37）!I built up the courage to ask him if his name was Mr.Gillespie,he replied yes.I （38） how I knew him,and that I had spent many hours talking with him in the hospital.His eyes welled up with tears,and he gave me the warmest hug I had ever received.
He began to tell me how,as he lay there comatose,he could hear me talking to him and could （39）me holding his hand the whole time.Mr.Gillespie firmly believed that it was my voice and touch （40） had kept him alive.
Although I haven’t seen him since,he fills my heart with joy every day.I know that I made a difference between his life and his death.

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