完型填空

　　More than I realized, Dad has helped me keep my balance．

　　When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father．He was severely disabled and very 　　1　　, and when we walked together, his hand on my arm for 　　2　　, people would stare．I would inwardly feel uncomfortable at the unwanted 　　3　　．If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never 　　4　　 that he knew．

　　It was 　　5　　 to coordinate(调整)our steps－his hesitant, mine impatient－and because of that, we didn’t 　　6　　 much as we went along．But as we started out, he always said, “You set the 　　7　　．I will try to follow you．”

　　Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was 　　8　　 he got to work．He went to work despite illnesses and nasty weather．He almost never missed a day and would 　　9　　 it to the office 　　10　　 others couldn’t．A matter of pride．

　　He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or 　　11　　．What he looked for 　　12　　 others was a “good heart” and if he found one, the 　　13　　 was good enough for him．

　　Now that I am older, I believe that his idea is a proper 　　14　　 by which to judge people, even though I 　　15　　 don’t know exactly what a “good heart” is．　　16　　 I know the times when I don’t have one myself．

　　He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often．I wonder if he 　　17　　 I was unwilling to be seen with him during our 　　18　　．Now I am sorry that I never told him how sorry I was for my feeling 　　19　　 to be with him in public and how unworthy I felt to be his daughter．I think of him when I complain about trifles(something unimportant), when I am envious of another’s good fortune, and when I don’t possess a“good heart”．

　　At such times I put my hand on his arm to 　　20　　 my balance, and say, “You set the pace．I will try to follow you．”

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完形填空

In a class I teach adults．I gave the task to “Go to someone you love, and tell them that you love them．”At the beginning of the next 　　1　　, one of the students began by saying, “I was 　　2　　 with you last week when you gave us this 　　3　　．But as I began driving home my conscience(良心)started talking．Then I knew 　　4　　 who I needed to say ‘I love you’to．Five years ago, my father and I had a 　　5　　 and never really resolved it．We 　　6　　 seeing each other unless we absolutely had to at family gatherings．We hardly 　　7　　 to each other．So by the time I got home, I had 　　8　　 myself I was going to tell my father I loved him．Just 　　9　　 that decision seemed to lift a heavy load off my chest．At 5∶30, I was at my parents’house ringing the doorbell, praying that Dad would 　　10　　 the door．　　11　　 luck would have it, Dad did answer the door．I didn’t 　　12　　 any time－I took one step in the door and said, ‘Dad, I just 　　13　　 over to tell you that I love you．’It was as if a change came over my dad．Before my 　　14　　 his face softened, the wrinkles(皱纹)seemed to 　　15　　 and he began to cry．He 　　16　　 out and hugged me and said, ‘I love you too, son, but I’ve never been able to say it．’But that’s not 　　17　　 my point．Two days after that visit, my dad had a heart attack and is in the hospital．I don’t even know if he’ll 　　18　　 it．So my 　　19　　 to all of you is this：Don’t wait to do the things you know need to be done．What if I had waited to tell my dad？Take the 　　20　　 to do what you need to and do it now！”

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完形填空

　　Grandpa worked as a carpenter．One day, he was building some 　　1　　 for the clothes his church was 　　2　　 to an orphanage(孤儿院)abroad．On his way home, he 　　3　　 into his shirt pocket to find his glasses, but they were 　　4　　．He remembered putting them there that morning, so he drove back to the church．His 　　5　　 proved in vain．

　　Suddenly, he realized what happened．The glasses had slipped out of his pocket unnoticed and 　　6　　 into one of the boxes, which he had nailed shut．His brand new glasses were 　　7　　 for another country!

　　The Great Depression was at its height, and Grandpa had six children．He had spent twenty dollars for those glasses that very morning．

　　Several months later, the director of the orphanage came to the United States．He wanted to visit all the churches that 　　8　　 him, so he came to 　　9　　 on Sunday night at my grandfather's small church in Chicago．Grandpa and his family sat in their usual seats 　　10　　 other people．

　　“But most of all,” he said, “I must thank you for the glasses you sent last year．You see, the 　　11　　 caused by tsunami had just swept through the orphanage, destroying everything, including my glasses．I was 　　12　　．Even if I had the money, there was simply no way of replacing those glasses．　　13　　 I was not able to see well, my co-workers and I were much in prayer about this．Then your boxes arrived．When my staff 　　14　　 the covers, they found a pair of glasses lying on the top．” After a long pause, he continued, “Folks, when I 　　15　　 on the glasses, it was 　　16　　 they had been made just for me! I want to thank you for that!”

　　The people listened, happy for the 　　17　　 glasses．But the director surely must have 　　18　　 their church with another, they thought．There were no glasses on their list of items to be sent overseas．

　　But sitting 　　19　　 in the back, with tears streaming down his face, an ordinary carpenter 　　20　　 it well．

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