It was a Sunday morning and I was in a terrible mood. Two of my friends had gone to the movies the night before and hadn’t invited me. I was in my room thinking of ways to make them sorry when my father came in and said, “Want to go for a ride, today, Beck?”

“No ! Leave me alone!” Those were the last words I said to him that morning.

My friends invited me to go to the mall with them a few hours later. I forgot to be mad at them and went. I came home to find a note on the table. My mother put it where I would be sure to see it.    “Dad has had an accident. Please meet us at Highland Park Hospital.”

When I reached the hospital，my mother came out and told me my father’s injuries were extensive. “Your father told the driver to leave him alone and just call 911，thank God! If he had moved Daddy，there’s no telling what might have happened. A broken rib（肋骨）might have pieced（穿透）a lung…” My mother might have said more, but I didn’t hear anything except those terrible words: leave me alone.

It was several days later that he was finally able to have a conversation. I held his hand gently, afraid of hurting him. “Daddy…I am so sorry…” “It’s okay, sweetheart.” “No,”I said, “I mean about what I said to you that day.”

My father never tells lies but he looked at me and said, “I don’t remember anything about that day, not before, during or after the accident. I remember kissing you goodnight the night before, though.” I regretted for my thoughtless words.

My English teacher once told me that words have immeasurable power. They can hurt or they can heal. And we all have the power to choose our words.

1.Why did the author say sorry to his father in the hospital?

A. Because he was rude to his father that morning.

B. Because he didn’t go along with his father.

C. Because he failed to come earlier after the accident.

D. Because he couldn’t look after his father in the hospital

2. The reason why the author’s father said he forgot everything about that day is that________.       .

    A. he had a poor memory                  B. he just wanted to comfort his son

    C. he didn’t wanted to comfort his son        D. he lost his memory after the accident

3.We know from the passage that when the accident happened,_______________.

A. the author’s father called the hospital immediately.

B. the author’s father was on his way to the mall.

C. the author was watching a film with two of his friends.

D. the author’s father told the driver not to move him.

4. What lesson did Beck learn from the matter?

    A. Don’t treat your parents badly.          B. Don’t hurt others with rude words

    C. Don’t move the injured in an accident.    D. Don’t be angry with friends at small things.

 

 

It was a Sunday morning and I was in a terrible mood. Two of my friends had gone to the movies the night before and hadn’t invited me. I was in my room thinking of ways to make them sorry when my father came in and said, “Want to go for a ride, today, Beck?”
“No ! Leave me alone!” Those were the last words I said to him that morning.
My friends invited me to go to the mall with them a few hours later. I forgot to be mad at them and went. I came home to find a note on the table. My mother put it where I would be sure to see it.    “Dad has had an accident. Please meet us at Highland Park Hospital.”
When I reached the hospital，my mother came out and told me my father’s injuries were extensive. “Your father told the driver to leave him alone and just call 911，thank God! If he had moved Daddy，there’s no telling what might have happened. A broken rib（肋骨）might have pieced（穿透）a lung…” My mother might have said more, but I didn’t hear anything except those terrible words: leave me alone.
It was several days later that he was finally able to have a conversation. I held his hand gently, afraid of hurting him. “Daddy…I am so sorry…” “It’s okay, sweetheart.” “No,”I said, “I mean about what I said to you that day.”
My father never tells lies but he looked at me and said, “I don’t remember anything about that day, not before, during or after the accident. I remember kissing you goodnight the night before, though.” I regretted for my thoughtless words.
My English teacher once told me that words have immeasurable power. They can hurt or they can heal. And we all have the power to choose our words.
【小题1】Why did the author say sorry to his father in the hospital?

A．Because he was rude to his father that morning.

B．Because he didn’t go along with his father.

C．Because he failed to come earlier after the accident.

D．Because he couldn’t look after his father in the hospital

【小题2】The reason why the author’s father said he forgot everything about that day is that________.       .

A．he had a poor memory	B．he just wanted to comfort his son
C．he didn’t wanted to comfort his son	D．he lost his memory after the accident

【小题3】We know from the passage that when the accident happened,_______________.

A．the author’s father called the hospital immediately.

B．the author’s father was on his way to the mall.

C．the author was watching a film with two of his friends.

D．the author’s father told the driver not to move him.

【小题4】 What lesson did Beck learn from the matter?

A．Don’t treat your parents badly.	B．Don’t hurt others with rude words
C．Don’t move the injured in an accident.	D．Don’t be angry with friends at small things.

It was Sunday. I had one last patient to see. I approached her room in a hurry and stood at the doorway. She was an old woman, sitting at the edge of the bed, struggling to put socks on her swollen(肿胀的)feet. I entered, spoke quickly to the nurse and examined her chart. She was getting better.

    I looked down at her. She asked if I could help put on her socks. Instead, I said something like this:“ How are you feeling? Your sugars and blood pressure were high but they’re better today. The nurse mentioned you were anxious to see your son who’s visiting you today. I bet you really look forward to seeing him.”

    She stopped me with a serious voice, as if she was giving an order. “ Sit down，Doctor．This is my story，not your story. ”

    I was surprised and embarrassed. I sat down. I helped her with the socks. She began to tell me that her only son lived around the corner from her, but she had not seen him in five years. She believed that her health problems really had something to do with it. After hearing her story and putting on her socks, I asked if there was anything else I could do for her. She shook her head and smiled. All she wanted me to do was to listen．

    Later on, I often thought of what that woman taught me. Everyone has a story and each story is different. Some have a beginning, middle and end. Others wander without a clear conclusion. Yet all those things do not really matter. What matters to the storyteller is that the story is heard—without interruption or judgment．

The writer went to visit the older woman to     .

 A. 1isten to her story        B．tell her good news

    C. help her put on her socks   D．see if she was getting better

What problem did the old woman have?

A. She ate too much sugar．

B. She had high blood pressure．

C. She had too many visits. 

D. She liked telling others stories．

The underlined word “it” in Paragraph 4 refers to the older woman’s     .

A. not having seen her son for long       B. having no one to look after her

C. serious voice when giving orders       D. struggling to put socks on her feet

What does the story mainly tell us?

    A. Everyone should learn to listen to others.

    B. Children had better stay with their parents．

    C. We all have a story and each one is different.

    D. Older women are good at telling their stories.

It was Sunday. I had one last patient to see. I approached her room in a hurry and stood at the doorway. She was an old woman, sitting at the edge of the bed, struggling to put socks on her swollen(肿胀的)feet. I entered, spoke quickly to the nurse and examined her chart. She was getting better.
I looked down at her. She asked if I could help put on her socks. Instead, I said something like this:“ How are you feeling? Your sugars and blood pressure were high but they’re better today. The nurse mentioned you were anxious to see your son who’s visiting you today. I bet you really look forward to seeing him.”
She stopped me with a serious voice, as if she was giving an order. “ Sit down，Doctor．This is my story，not your story. ”
I was surprised and embarrassed. I sat down. I helped her with the socks. She began to tell me that her only son lived around the corner from her, but she had not seen him in five years. She believed that her health problems really had something to do with it. After hearing her story and putting on her socks, I asked if there was anything else I could do for her. She shook her head and smiled. All she wanted me to do was to listen．
Later on, I often thought of what that woman taught me. Everyone has a story and each story is different. Some have a beginning, middle and end. Others wander without a clear conclusion. Yet all those things do not really matter. What matters to the storyteller is that the story is heard—without interruption or judgment．
【小题1】 The writer went to visit the older woman to    .

A．1isten to her story	B．tell her good news
C．help her put on her socks	D．see if she was getting better

【小题2】What problem did the old woman have?

A．She ate too much sugar．

B．She had high blood pressure．

C．She had too many visits.

D．She liked telling others stories．

【小题3】The underlined word “it” in Paragraph 4 refers to the older woman’s    .

A．not having seen her son for long	B．having no one to look after her
C．serious voice when giving orders	D．struggling to put socks on her feet

【小题4】What does the story mainly tell us?

A．Everyone should learn to listen to others.

B．Children had better stay with their parents．

C．We all have a story and each one is different.

D．Older women are good at telling their stories.

It was Sunday. I had one last patient to see. I approached her room in a hurry and stood at the doorway. She was an old woman, sitting at the edge of the bed, struggling to put socks on her swollen(肿胀的)feet. I entered, spoke quickly to the nurse and examined her chart. She was getting better.

    I looked down at her. She asked if I could help put on her socks. Instead, I said something like this:“ How are you feeling? Your sugars and blood pressure were high but they’re better today. The nurse mentioned you were anxious to see your son who’s visiting you today. I bet you really look forward to seeing him.”

    She stopped me with a serious voice, as if she was giving an order. “ Sit down，Doctor．This is my story，not your story. ”

    I was surprised and embarrassed. I sat down. I helped her with the socks. She began to tell me that her only son lived around the corner from her, but she had not seen him in five years. She believed that her health problems really had something to do with it. After hearing her story and putting on her socks, I asked if there was anything else I could do for her. She shook her head and smiled. All she wanted me to do was to listen．

    Later on, I often thought of what that woman taught me. Everyone has a story and each story is different. Some have a beginning, middle and end. Others wander without a clear conclusion. Yet all those things do not really matter. What matters to the storyteller is that the story is heard—without interruption or judgment．

1. The writer went to visit the older woman to     .

 A. 1isten to her story        B．tell her good news

    C. help her put on her socks   D．see if she was getting better

2.What problem did the old woman have?

A. She ate too much sugar．

B. She had high blood pressure．

C. She had too many visits. 

D. She liked telling others stories．

3.The underlined word “it” in Paragraph 4 refers to the older woman’s     .

A. not having seen her son for long       B. having no one to look after her

C. serious voice when giving orders       D. struggling to put socks on her feet

4.What does the story mainly tell us?

    A. Everyone should learn to listen to others.

    B. Children had better stay with their parents．

    C. We all have a story and each one is different.

    D. Older women are good at telling their stories.