I rushed into an ugly shop to have the heels (鞋后跟) of my shoes repaired. "Please hurry," I begged. The shoemaker looked at me over his glasses. "Now, lady, we won’t be long. I want to do a good job. You see, I have a tradition to live up to. My father always told me to do the best job on every shoe that comes into the shop, and be proud of the fine work." I left the shop with a warm and grateful feeling. This was the beginning of our friendship. Since then I went into his shop every few days just to talk with him. One day I went in disappointed and angry because o a poor job some painters had done for me. I thought they just wanted to collect their money for doing nothing. He told me mo matter what sort of work a man did, if he gave it his best each day, he was starting a tradition for his children to live up to and making lots of happiness for himself. I went to Europe for a few months, When I returned, I learned that the old shoemaker suddenly had got sick two weeks ago and died a few days later. I went home with a heavy heart. He had left me something—an important piece of wisdom (名言) I shall always remember: "If you have a prideful tradition, you must carry it on; if you have not, then start building one now.\