It was one of the happiest Saturday mornings I had spent with my daughter, Gigi. That was, until two strangers threw her into their car and sped away. It seemed like a bad dream.I could ____ speak when the police questioned me.
After that, the policeman asked me to go home to wait. My friend Gloria came to  ____me. She took my hand and gave me   ____. It was a picture of a little girl  ____asleep in her bed, standing by the bed was a tall, blond(金發(fā)的)__ __.  We prayed and waited by the phone until sunset. The ____ never rang.
Suddenly，the front door swung open. I looked up and ____. There stood Gigi. I cried, throwing my ____ around her. Gigi said：“I was scared. We were going really fast on an old ____ road I'd never seen before. But then a tall man walked out ____ the car，and they ran off the road and hit a tree. Then the tall man ____ the car door and pulled me out. He was really nice，and said I would be okay. I must have gone to ____， because when I woke up it is in front of our house. He must have brought me home.” “But who...how did he know..., where to bring you？”My voice broke. Gigi ____ her head. Just then Gigi noticed Gloria's picture. “That's him！” she ____ at the picture. “Mommy，that's the man who pulled me out of the car！” Gloria and I turned ____. “Are you sure that's the man？” Gloria asked. “Yeah, that's him ____ that he didn't have wings，and he was wearing blue jeans.”
Later that night, the police found the____kidnappers. When questioned, the driver remembered turning away to ____ hitting a tall blond man.
Twenty years have gone by. We have never heard from any one claiming to have   ____Gigi. There have been no logical explanations for her ____. But from that day on, I believe that all experiences, positive and negative, are given to us for our strengthening and learning.

He must have been completely lost in something he was reading because I had to tap on the windscreen to get his attention.
“Is your taxi____?” I asked when he finally looked____at me. He nodded, then said____as I settled into the back seat, “I'm sorry, but I was reading a____.” He sounded as if he had a____.
“I am not in a hurry, ” I told him. “Go ahead and finish your letter. ” He____his head. “I've read it several times already. I guess I____ know it by heart. ”
“Letters from home always mean a lot, ” I said. “From a child?”
“This isn't____,” he replied. “Although it ____ just as well have been family. Old Ed was my oldest friend. In fact, we used to call each other ‘Old Friend’ when we'd meet. I'm not much good at ____.”
“I don't think any of us keep____our letters too well,” I said. “I know I don't. But I____ he's someone you've known quite a while?”
“All my life. We were kids together, went to school together and all the ____ through high school. ”
“There are not too many people who've had such a long friendship,” I said.
“____,” the driver went on, “I hadn't seen him more than once or twice a year over the past 25 or 30 years because I____away from the old neighbourhood and you slightly lose touch ____ you never forget. He was a great guy.”
“You said ‘was’. Does that mean...?”
He nodded. “____a couple of weeks ago.”
“I'm sorry, ” I said. “It's no fun to lose any friend and losing a real old one is____ tougher. ”
He didn't ____ to that, and we rode on in silence for a few minutes. But I realized that Old Ed was still on his mind when he spoke again, almost more to himself than to me: “I should have kept in touch. ”
“Well, ” I agreed, “we should all keep in touch with old friends more than we do. But things____ and we just don't seem to find the time. ”
...
When I got to my hotel room I didn't unpack right away. First I had to write a letter and mail it.

A  Leap to Honor
Leaping on a narrow balance beam(平衡木) is not easy. But Lola Walter, a 13-year-old gymnast, is an expert at it.
To perfect her skills, Lola         for four hours a day, five days a week. At the state championships in March, she finished seventh out of 16 girls.
That’s especially impressive,       she is legally blind, born with a rare condition that causes her eyes to shift constantly. She often sees double and can’t       how far away things are.
When she was little, her mom       that even though she couldn’t see      , she was fearless. So her mom signed her up for gymnastics when she was three. She loved the       right away and gymnastics became her favorite.
Though learning gymnastics has been more      for her than for some of her tournaments, she has never quit. She doesn’t let her       stop her from doing anything that she wants to.
She likes the determination it takes to do the sport. Her biggest      is the balance beam. Because she has double vision, she often sees two beams. She must use her sense of touch to help her during her routine. Sometimes she even closes her eyes. “You have to       your mind that it’ll take you where you want to go.” says Lola.
To be a top-level gymnast, one must be brave. The beam is probably the most       for anyone because it’s four inches wide. At the state competition, Lola didn’t fall       the beam. In fact, she got an 8.1 out of 10---- her highest score yet.
Lola doesn’t want to be       differently from the other girls on her team. At the competitions, the judges don’t know about her vision      . She doesn’t tell them, because she doesn’t think they need to know. Her mom is amazed by her       attitude.
Lola never thinks about      . She is presently at Level 7 while the highest is Level 10 in gymnastics. Her       is to reach Level 9. She says she wants to be a gymnastics coach to pass down what she’s learned to other kids       she grew up.
Lola is       of all her hard work and success. She says it’s helped her overcome problems in her life outside gymnastics, too. Her       for others is “just believe yourself”.

A few months ago, I was picking up the children at school. Emily, another mother that I knew well, rushed up to me. She was full of ____.
“Do you know ____ you and I are?” she asked. ____ I could answer, she gave out the reason for her question. She had just returned from renewing her driver’s license at a government office. The woman ____ desk asked her what her “occupation” was. Emily hesitated, ____ how to answer it. “What I mean is,” explained the woman, “do you have a job, or are you just a ...?” “Of course I have a job,” answered Emily. “I’m a (an) ____.” “We don’t ____ ‘mother’ as an occupation ... ‘housewife’ covers it,” she said.
I forgot all about her story ____ one day I found myself in the same situation. This time it was at our own Town Hall. The clerk was a woman.
“And what is your occupation?” she asked. What ____ me say it, I do not know. The words simply jumped out. “I’m ... a (an) ______ in the field of Child Development and Human Relations.”
The clerk stopped, her ball-point pen _____ in mid-air. She looked up ____ she had not heard right. I repeated the title slowly.
“Might I ask,” said the clerk with new interest, “just what you do in your _____?” Coolly, I heard myself _____, “I have a continuing program of research in the laboratory and in the field. I’m working for my masters (the whole family) and already have ____ credits (令人增光的人或事物) (all daughters). I often work 14 hours a day (24 is more like it). The job is more challenging than most jobs and the ____ are in satisfaction rather than just money.”
There was an increasing note of ____ in the clerk’s voice as she ____ in the form. As I drove into our driveway(私家車道), I was ____ by my lab assistants — ages 13, 7, and 3. Inside the house I could hear our new experimental model (six months) in the child-development program.
I felt successful. Motherhood...what a great ____.

It was a normal Monday morning at an assembly(集會(huì))．The headmaster was          the students on important things in life and about      ourselves to what is important to us．This is       the story went: An old man lived in a certain part of London．He would wake up every morning and go to the        and would get the train right to Central London，and then sit at the street corner and beg．
He did this every single      for almost 20 years．His house was dirty and a stench(惡臭) came out of the house and it smelled horribly．The neighbors could not stand the      any-more，so they asked the police officers to clear the place．The officers       the door and cleaned the house．There were small bags of      all over the house that he had collected over the years．The police         the money，and soon realized that the old man was a(n)       ．They waited outside，expecting to share the good news with him．
When he arrived home that evening，he was      by one of the officers who told him that
there was no need for him to beg any more         he was a rich man now. He said       ,went into his house and locked the door．The next morning he woke up         ,went to the subway, got into the train，and sat at the street comer and       to beg.
        , this old man had no great plans，dreams or anything       for his life．We learn nothing from this story       staying focused on the things we enjoy doing，commitment. We should remain         to our course. Just keep it in mind that commitment         wealth

　　I’m a straight-A student and have been my whole life. When you come from a family of educators, it just seems　　.
With high academic standards and a competitive　　, I don’t just like losing and I also can’t　　it. I need to beat the　　students, perfectly in everything. I’ve even gone so far as to define myself by my　　, saying how outstanding I am. If I don’t get the grade I　　then I am lost.
Today I was sitting in class trying to　　the last minutes studying for a test in which I had to get full marks. 　　the girl behind me started talking to me, I tried to listen　　while still glancing at my study sheet　　. When I thought the conversation required it, I smiled, nodded and　　. And then I found myself wishing she would be　　so I could study. After a while, she said, “You know, you’re a really good　　. You’re so easy to talk to. ”I froze.
I replayed the praise in my head before smiling and accepting it　　. But inside, I knew it wasn’t true. She’d made every effort to have a conversation and I wasn’t even trying to　　.
I passed the test excellently despite my　　of lost study time, but the one thing I needed to learn most wasn’t on that test. I had　　being the best student so that I had failed at just being normal. So what　　to me most? What I have is all about my personal　　and about me being too self-centered. There can only be so many scholars, but there is　　enough sympathy. I want that to be what matters to me—sympathy.

Dear son,

The day that you see me old, have patience and try to understand me. If I get　　when eating, if I can not dress, have patience. Remember the hours I spent　　it to you. If, 　　I speak to you, I repeat the same things thousand and one times, do not　　me. Listen to me　　. When you were small, I had to read thousand and one times the　　story until you get to sleep. When I do not want to have a shower, neither shame me　　scold me. Remember when I had to chase you with thousand excuses I　　, in order that you wanted to bathe. When you see my　　on new technologies, give me the necessary time and not　　me by mocking smiles. I taught you how to do so many things: to eat good, to dress well, to　　life. . . When at some moment I lose the　　in conversation with you, do not become annoyed, as the most important thing is not my　　but surely to be with you and to　　you listening to me. When my　　legs do not allow me to walk, give me your hand, the same way I　　when you gave your first steps. And when someday I say I do not want to live any more and that I want to die, do not get angry. Try to understand that my age is not lived but　　.
Some day you will discover that, 　　my mistakes, I always wanted the　　thing for you and tried to prepare the way for you. Help me to walk, help me to end my way with love and　　. I will pay you by a smile and by the immense love I have had always for you.
I love you, son!
Your father

The “Doorman”
On a trip to California, my family stopped for lunch. As we walked toward the entrance to the restaurant, a man, with a　　beard and dirty hair, jumped up from a bench and opened the door for us. Regardless of his　　, he greeted us in a friendly way.
Once inside, my daughters whispered, “Mom, he　　. ”After we ordered our lunch, I explained, telling the kids to look　　the dirt. We then watched other customers approach the restaurant but many　　him. Seeing this rudeness truly upset me. The day I became a mother, I had resolved to set a good　　to my children. Yet sometimes when things didn’t go right, being a good example was　　. When our meal arrived, I realized I had left the car-sick pills in the truck. With the windiest trip ahead, the kids needed them, so I　　myself from the meal and went to get them.
Just then, the “doorman” was opening the door for a couple. They rushed past him without even acknowledging his　　. Letting them in first, I said a loud “thank you” to him as I　　.
When I returned, we talked a bit. He said he was not allowed inside　　he purchased food. I went back and told my family his　　. Then I asked our waitress to add one soup and sandwich. The kids looked　　as we had already eaten, but when I said the order was for the“doorman”, they smiled. When it was time to　　our trip, I noticed the“doorman”enjoying his meal. Upon seeing me, he stood up and thanked me heartily. He then　　his hand for a handshake and I gratefully accepted. I suddenly noticed the tears in his eyes—tears of　　. What happened next drew great astonishment: I gave the“doorman”a　　. He pulled away, with tears　　down his face.
Back in truck, I fell into deep thought. While we can’t choose many things in life, we can choose when to show gratitude(感恩). I said thanks to a man who had　　help open a door for me, and also said thanks for that　　to teach my children by example.

I used to be a very self-centered person, but in the past two years I have really changed. I have started to think about other people      I think about myself. I am happy that I am becoming a      person.
I think my      started when I was at Palomar College. At first, I just wanted to get my      and be left alone. I thought I was smarter than everyone else, so I hardly ever        to anyone in my classes. By the end of my first semester, I was really     . It seemed as if everyone but me had made friends and was having fun. So tried a(n)      . I started asking people around me how they were doing, and if they were having trouble I       to help. That was really a big      for me. By the end of the year, I had several new friends, and two of      are still my best friends today. 
A bigger cause of my new      , however, came when I took a part-time job at a Vista Nursing Home. One old lady there who had Alzheimer’s disease became my       . Every time I came into her room, she was so       because she thought I was her daughter. Her real daughter never      her, so I took her place. She let me      that making others feel good make me feel good, too, when she died, I was      , but I was very grateful to her.
I think I am a much       person today than I used to be, and I hope I will not        these experiences. They have      me to care about other people more than about myself. I      who I am today, and I could not say that a few years ago.

I could have easily gone through life without getting to know one of the most romantic feelings…love for a dog. For at least ten years my       had been suggesting that we get a dog．There were several reasons why the idea     . We had noticed that, on our block, couples with no children as a rule        one large or two small dogs. So we got one puppy       we too had no children.
He flew into the house with the        of a Formula 1(一級方程式賽車). In several minutes he ran over all the house,        from my shoulder onto the bed, and ended up in the       , where my wife washed him with motherly     . From that day on, the invisible(看不見的)       for the love of the new member of our household began at my home.
He seemed to        that at once. Most of the meals that my wife had        for him with greater care than those for me…h(huán)e didn’t        look at.
Every evening I went out walking with him. I could not know who was walking whom      one evening, when, tired from work, I      the walk. The dog was very angry and dragged me out.
Last night our dog pulled me by the ear with his teeth,        me up in my dream, and dragged me into the kitchen to make me turn off the       which had disturbed(干擾) his sleep. I meekly(乖乖地)      that I had forgotten to switch off the light, but that was not       . He looked at me like a teacher at a pupil who repeatedly makes      .
Now we finally know who’s the        at home, and for twenty years we had seriously argued whether it was my wife or I.
【小題1】A. wife              B  son         C．husband         D．daughterA