One summer day my father sent me to buy wire for our farm. At 16, I liked (37) better than driving our track, (38) this time I was not happy. My father had told me I’d have to ask for credit(赊账) at the store. Sixteen is a (39) age, when a young man wants respect, not charity. It was 1976, and the ugly (40) of racial discrimination(歧视) was (41) a fact of life. I’d seen my friends ask for credit and then stand, head down, while the store owner (42) whether they were "good for it." I knew black youths just like me who were (43) like thieves by the store clerk each time they went into a grocery. My family was (44) . We paid our debts. But before harvest, cash was short. Would the store owner (45) us At Davis’s store, Buck Davis stood behind the cash desk, talking to a farmer. I nodded (46) I passed him on my way to the hardware shelves. When I brought my (47) to the cash desk, I said (48) , "I need to put this On credit." The farmer gave me an amused, distrustful (不相信的) (49) . But Buck’s face didn’t change. "Sure," he said (50) . "Your daddy is (51) good for it." He (52) to the other man. "This is one of James William’s sons." The farmer nodded in a neighbourly (53) . I was filled with pride. James William’s son. Those three words had opened a door to an adult’s respect and trust. That day I discovered that the good name my parents had (54) brought our whole family the respect of our neighbours. Everyone knew what to (55) from a Williams: a decent person who kept his word and respected himself (56) much to do wrong.