When I was 11 years old, I was told that I had skin cancer and had only 8 months to live. I was taken to the hospital and suffered a lot. My parents were so worried about me that they could hardly eat or sleep. I cried all the time, knowing that I was going to say good-bye to my friends and this world?forever. I was so scared. I wouldn't talk to anyone and I refused to take the op-eration, no matter what.

And then one day, a young doctor came along. She tried to talk to me. But for the first couple of weeks, I wouldn't even look at her. She then tried to play chess and watch TV with me. And gradually, it worked. After some time, though I still wouldn't talk, I took her as my friend.

Then one day she told me a story, in which a young girl saved herself from the jaws¹ of a fierce crocodile. When she strug-gled back home, leaving a trail of blood behind her, nobody except herself thought that she was going to live on. I listened attentively² through the details of her fight with death, my eyes swimming in tears. In the end, the girl miraculously³ triumphed⁴ over death with her strong will. When the doctor was finishing the story, she, looking directly at my eyes, said, "what saved the girl's life was nothing but her own belief. "Then she took me in her arms and murmured, as if to herself, “Belief. Yes, belief.” The faint but dis-tinct words struck me like a thunder from the blue sky. I cried out: "Belief is also the word for me!"

So,──I believed and I survived.

Three years have passed since then and I have realized that it is the strong will, rather the medicine alone, that has helped me conquer⁵ the cancer. And the strong will was implanted by the young doctor.

So I have made up my mind that I would become a doctor— a doctor who not only gives his patients medicine, but also gives them belief, gives them—hope.

指导教师：蔡笑鸿