完形填空

　　At the end of my senior year of high school, I got a job working at a local coffee shop．I thought the job would be easy and stress-free．I 　　1　　 myself pouring the best coffees, making delicious doughnut(炸面包圈), and becoming friends with 　　2　　 customers．

　　But I wasn't 　　3　　 the people with enormous orders, the women who 　　4　　 that the coffee was much too creamy(全乳脂的), or the men who wanted their iced coffees 　　5　　 again and again until they reached perfection．I couldn't seem to 　　6　　 anyone．

　　One rainy day, one of my regular customers came in looking 　　7　　．He said he felt like getting in bed,pulling the 　　8　　 up over his head, and staying there for a few years．I knew exactly how he felt．

　　　　9　　 he left, I handed him a bag along with his iced coffee．He was 　　10　　, since he hadn't ordered anything but coffee, I had given him his favorite type of doughnut．

“It's 　　11　　 me,”I told him．“have a nice day．”

　　He smiled and thanked me before heading back out into the 　　12　　．

　　The next day, it was still raining．I 　　13　　 my afternoon hanging out the window, handing people their 　　14　　．I was completely wet and freezing cold．　　15　　, no one was tipping that day．Every time I looked into our 　　16　　 tip jar, I grew more depressed．

　　In the evening, the customer fromm the day before drove up to the window．He handed me a pink rose and a 　　17　　．He said that not many people took time to 　　18　　 others and he was glad there were still people like me in the world．With a friendly wave, he drove away．I ran to the back of the shop and read the note．It read：

　　Christine,

　　Thanks for being so sweet, kind and thoughtful yesterday．It's so nice to meet someone who's genuinely(真诚地)nice．Please don ' t change your 　　19　　!Have a great day!——Hank

　　After that, whenever I felt depressed or sick of coffee, I thought of Hank and his kindness．Then I would smile, hold my head up high, 　　20　　 my throat and ask politely, "How can I help you?"

完形填空

　　As a young man, Al was a skilled artist, a potter．He had a wife and two fine sons．One night, his oldest son 　　1　　 a severe stomachache and died suddenly．To make matters worse, his wife left him a short time later, 　　2　　 him alone with his six-year- old younger son．The hurt and pain of the two situations were 　　3　　 Al could handle, and he 　　4　　 to alcohol．Al began to lose everything he possessed－his home, his land, his art objects, everything．　　5　　 he died alone in a San Francisco motel room．

　　When I heard of Al’s death, I reacted with the same disdain(蔑视)the world shows for one who ends his life with nothing 　　6　　 left．“What a complete failure!”I thought．“What a totally 　　7　　 life!”

　　As time went by, I began to re-evaluate my earlier 　　8　　 judgement．You see, I knew Al’s now adult son, Ernie．He is one of the kindest, most 　　9　　, most loving men I have ever known．I watched Ernie with his children and saw the free 　　10　　 of the love between them．I knew that kindness and caring had to come 　　11　　 somewhere．

　　I hadn’t heard Ernie talk much about his father．It is so hard to 　　12　　 an alcoholic．One day I get up my 　　13　　 to ask him．“I’m really puzzled by something,”I said．“I know your father was basically the only one to 　　14　　 you．　　15　　 on earth did he do that you became such a special person?”

　　Ernie sat 　　16　　 and thought for a few moments．Then he said, “From my 　　17　　 memories as a child until I left home at 18, Al came into my room every night, gave me a 　　18　　 and said, I love you, son．”

　　Tears came to my eyes as I realized what a fool I had been to 　　19　　 Al as a failure．He had not left any material possession behind, 　　20　　 he left behind one of the finest, most giving men I have ever known．