閱讀下面短文，從短文后各題所給的四個選項（A、B、C和D）中，選出可以填入空白處的最佳選項，并在答題卡上將該項涂黑。
Never would I forget the other night when I came across an unforgettable sight while watching the Olympics. It was not a gold medal, or a world record broken, but a   36   of determination and courage.
The   37  was swimming and started with only three men on the blocks. Two of them, however, were disqualified(取消資格) due to   38  starts. That left only one to   39  . That would have been difficult enough, not having anyone to race   40  . I watched the man dive off the   41  and knew right away that something was   42  . Now I’m not an expert swimmer but I do know a good dive from a poor one, and this man was far from being a medal winner. When he   43  , it was clear that the man was not out for gold. I listened to the crowd begin to   44   at this poor man that was clearly having a   45  time. Finally he   46  his turn to start back. It was pitiful. He made a few all-out strokes(劃水) and you could   47  he was worn out.
__48___in those few awkward strokes, the crowd had ____49____. No longer were they laughing, but beginning to ____50____. Some ____51___began to stand and yell things like, “Come on, you can do it!” and, “Go for it!” He did. A clear minute slower than the average swimmer, this young man finally finished his   52  . The crowd went    53  . You would have thought that he had won the gold, and he should have. Even though he recorded one of the slowest times in Olympic history, this man gave more heart than any of the other   54  .
A man that gave his all -- knowing that he had no chance, but competed because of the   55  of the games.

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Perhaps the only test score that I remember is the 41. I was in high school. The test was the final for the class. It was a rather   36   test. I didn’t know how   37  I had done but I knew there were things on   38   that I didn’t know.
I remember   39  waiting for the result. When Mr. Bales   40  my paper on my desk, I was    41   . There in big   42   numbers, circled to draw attention, was my grade — 41! I   43   my paper so that others couldn’t see it. A 41 was not   44    that you wanted your classmates to see. Finally, Mr. Bales stood behind the desk and   45  the class. “The grades were not very good;    46  of you passed,” he announced. “ The highest grade in the class was a 41, so all of you failed.”
A 41. That was me. Suddenly my dismal (陰沉的) face didn’t look quite so bad. I had the highest grade. I felt a lot   47  . As soon as I got home, my mother asked me, “How did you do on your test?” “I made a 41,” I said. My mother’s   48   changed suddenly. “You failed.” “But I had the highest grade in the class!” I replied. “ I don’t    49   what everyone else had. You failed. It doesn’t matter if everyone else failed too; what matters is what you do,” my mother    50   answered.
For years, I thought that was a harsh (嚴厲的) judgment. My mother was always that   51   . It didn’t matter what the other kids did; it only mattered what I did and    52     I did it excellently.
We often don’t understand the wisdom of good parents until we ourselves stand   53   the parenting shoes. My mother’s philosophy（人生態(tài)度）has    54   me throughout life. The path of the crowd is wide but the path to pass the tests of life is   55   and there are very few people on it.

I’ve often puzzled over something that happened to me one winter when I was eight. Over the years I had been wondering if my   31  was nothing more than a kid’s imagination.
There was a   32  near our house. In winter it was the greatest   33  place in the world. One   34  all I wanted to do was go skating. I had been waiting for weeks   35  the water was frozen solid. Mom had one rule: “Never ice-skate alone.” But I couldn’t   36  any longer that afternoon. So I   37  my skates under my coat and ran to the pond. Several people were skating near the shore, and some kids were playing hockey. I was not really  38 .
The hockey game had attracted   39  audience, so I skated in the other direction until their cheering   40 . But another noise came soon. The ice was cracking beneath me. Freezing water   41  my body, and I sank like a rock.  My feet   42  the bottom. Just when I thought I wouldn’t last another   43 , I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Don’t worry,” someone said. I swung my   44  around. I couldn’t see anybody. But I heard the voice again，“Push your feet into the bottom and you’ll shoot straight up to the surface.” I did as I was told and   45 . I crawled to the shore and lay down,   46 . The next thing I knew was people were   47  around me, covering me with coats.
When I awoke, I was home in my own bed. Mom sat next to me,   48  my hand. “I saw nobody there. It must be an angel that came to my  49 .” I said. Mom smiled, “I just thank God you’re safe.”
For a long time I thought I would   50   a more realistic explanation if I just thought hard, but I never did.

Jennie sat at her window as usual, looking out upon the street, with a look of sadness on her face, “What a long day this is going to be!”
Then she saw a little boy running down the street, swinging his schoolbag. Looking up to the window, he took off ____11____ hat and bowed with a bright, pleasant smile.
“What a nice ____12____,” said Jennie to herself, as the boy ran out of sight. “It seems like having the sunshine. I wish everybody who goes by would look up ____13____ smile.
George, the little boy, told his mother about that ____14____ girl when he got back home, “She looks so helpless. I wish I could do something for her.”
“Why not give her some ____15____?” said his mother. George agreed.
The next morning, as Jennie ____16___ at the window again, she saw George with a handful of beautiful flowers carefully picking his way across the street. He stopped in front of her window, smiling pleasantly, and said, “Can I come in?” Jennie told him _____17____ to get into the house.
Opening the door to Jennie’s gentle “Come in”, George said, “I’ve brought you some flowers.”
“Are they for me?” said Jennie ____18____. “How kind you are,” she continued, as George put the flowers on her lap. I’ve ____19___ received any flower since we moved to the town.”
“Did you live in the countryside?” asked George, ___20____ the old, small and empty room.
“Yes,” said Jennie.
Jennie used to have a happy family and live in a beautiful house in the countryside. However, she lost her right leg in an accident. She ____21____ walk like other people any longer. Later, her father died, and her mother was sick ___22____ so many years that their money was all gone. They sold the house, and move here to get work to do.
George told his parents ____23____. They decided to help her. More and more people in the ____24___ gave Jennie friendly smiles when they passed by her house. She was greatly cheered up.
A few months later, Jennie and her mother ____25____ a flower shop. People could always see Jennie sitting in the shop, having a lovely smile on face.

“Look, it’s Baldy!” A boy shouted in my direction across the playground. Even though I was
used to regular insults（侮辱）because of the   41  on my head, it was   42  horrible to hear. I sighed as I headed back to the class.
When I was just 20 months old, I suffered serious   43  after a bowl full of hot oil fell on my head. I was   44  to hospital and had to stay there for weeks while the doctors   45  to save my life. “Holly’s very   46  to be alive,” they told Mum and Dad. “But she’ll be   47  with scars on her head, and of course her hair won’t grow there.”
As a child, I cared much about my scars, so I   48  wore a scarf to cover them up when I left home.   49  I didn’t, people would call me horrible names like Baldy. Although my friends were always comforting me, they never   50  understood how it felt.
Then through the hospital I was   51  to a children’s burns camp, where children like me can get any help. There I   52  14-year-old Stephanie, whose burns are a lot more serious than mine. But she is so  53  that she never lets anyone put her down. “You shouldn’t   54  what people say about what you look like because we’re not different from anyone else, Holly, ”  She   55  me. “And you don’t need to wear a scarf because you look great   56  it!” For the first time in my life I could speak to someone who’d been through something   57  . So weeks later, at my 13^th birthday party,   58  by her bravery, I gave up my scarf and showed off my scars. It felt amazing not having to   59  away behind my scarf.
Now, I am   60  of what I look like and much happier, because I have realized it is your personality that decides who you are.

While Christmas shopping in a jewelry store, I discovered a table of golden ornaments (飾品) on sale. So beautiful in   41  ,each had a personality of its own. I looked through hundreds of pieces,   42  a few and took them home.
I was afraid that they would disappear among other   43  gifts of a Christmas tree,   44  I used them to decorate wreaths (花環(huán)). When I stood back to    45   my work, a thought crossed my mind: Wouldn’t some of our family and friends like these, too?
I raced back to the jewelry store to discover that the piles of ornaments had been   46  even further. This time I bought dozens, as I   47  the many people who might enjoy one for the holidays.
I   48  began my creative project. While I tied lovely bows and glued golden ornaments, my mind   49  to Christmases past, how special each had been. I thought about others perhaps not so   50 . Some people in our community   51  had a family to share the joy of Christmas. Some didn’t   52  with holiday decorations.
I nodded my head in determined   53 . They would be at the top of my list to receive a little wreath.   54  the plan my husband showed great enthusiasm (熱情) and we set out together to put it into   55 .
We visited the aged, the widowed (寡居的) and the lonely. Each one was   56  at our cheerful stop and   57  hung our small gifts — often the   58  signs of celebration in their homes.
After several days, I realized we had made and given almost two hundred wreaths. Decorated with   59  and delivered with delight, they filled many homes and hearts with the joy of Christmas. We were glad that our   60  did make sense and we found our Christmas spirit in doing and giving.

A few weeks after my first wife, Georgia, was called to heaven, I was cooking dinner for my son and myself. For a   11  , I had decided on frozen peas. As I was cutting open the bag, it   12  from my hand and crashed to the floor. The peas, like marbles(彈珠),   13  everywhere. I tried to use a broom(掃帚),    14  with each sweep, they just rolled across the kitchen.
For the next week, every time I was in the   15  , I found a pea——in a corner, or behind a table leg. They kept   16  . Eight months later I pulled out the refrigerator to clean behind it, and   17__  12 frozen peas hidden underneath．
At the time I found those few remaining   18  , I was in a new relationship with a wonderful  __19  I’d met in a support group. After we married, I was reminded   20  those peas under the refrigerator, and realized that my   21  had been like that bag of frozen peas. It had scattered(分散). My wife had died; I was in a new city with a busy job, and with a son having trouble   22  his new surroundings and the   23  of his mother. I was a bag of spilled frozen peas; my life had come apart and scattered.
When life gets you   24  , when everything you know comes apart, and when you think you’ll never   25  , remember that it’s just a bag of scattered frozen peas. The peas can be   26  , and life will move on. You’ll find all the peas   27  , including the ones that are hardest to find. And when you’ve got them   28  you’ll start to feel whole again.
The life you know can break apart at any time. But you’ll have to   29  , and how fast you collect your peas depends on you. Will you keep scattering them around with a broom,   30   will you pick them up one by one and put your life back together?

I sat next to my close friend，Tina，in my history class．Our teacher，Miss Turner announced a new  11 ．We were to create a  12  about cultures．As required，we wrote the names of two friends we wanted in our group．Miss Turner informed us that she would  13 our choices and let us know the result．I had no  14 that I would work with Tina because I knew we had chosen each other．
The next day，I waited anxiously when Miss Turner started to call out  1 5．When she reached group three，Tina was called．  16 ，my name was not included．“There must have been some  17 ！"I thought to myself．
Than I heard  18  .The last group with Mauro and Karina! How  19 ! How could I face being in that group—the boy who hardly spoke English and the girl who wore  20 clothes a11 the time?
I went to Miss Turner to  21 I should be in a “good” group．She gently placed a hand on my shoulder．“I know what you want，Rachael，”she said，but your group 22 you more．Only you can help them get an ideal   23  ．Will you help them?"
I  24 walked to where the others in my group sat. Halfway through the week, I   25 myself enjoying working with my partners．There was no need to   26 —I grew sincerely interested in learning something about then. Mauro, I found out, was  27 with English after he came to this country. Karina wanted to be a fashion designer and she had a lot of  28 ideas．They were the ones no one cared enough about to try to understand—except Miss Turner．
Miss Turner gave us an A on that newspaper. But I think she is the one who truly   29 it. I really  30 that Miss Turner gave me a chance to see other people in a new light.

A boy was walking home from school when he saw a large, tempting（誘人的）apple on one of the branches of an apple tree hanging out over a tall fence. The boy wasn’t much of a fruit-eater,  26 a bar of chocolate if given the choice,  27  , as they say, the forbidden fruit can be tempting. Seeing the apple, the boy wanted it. The more he looked at it, the 28 he felt and the more he wanted that apple.
He stood on tiptoe(腳尖)，29 as high as he could, but even as his tallest 30 he was unable to touch it. He began to  31 up and down, as high as he could, at the  32 of each jump stretching his arms to get the apple. Still it remained out of  33 .
Not giving up, he thought, if only he had something to  34 on. His school bag wouldn’t give enough height and he didn’t want to  35 the things inside, like his lunch box, pencil case, and Gameboy. Looking   36 , he hoped he might find an old box, a rock , or,  37 luck, even a ladder, but it was a tidy neighborhood and there was nothing he could use.
He had tried everything he could think to do,   38  seeing any other choices, he gave up and started to walk   39 . At first he felt angry and disappointed thinking about how hungry he had become from his  40 , and how he really wanted that apple. The more he 41  like this, the more unhappy he became.
42 , the boy of our story was a pretty smart guy, even if he couldn’t always get what  he wanted. He started to say to himself, “ This isn’t  43 , I don’t have the apple and I’m feeling miserable as well. There’s  44 more I can do to get the apple—hat is unchangeable—but we are supposed to be able to  45 our feelings. If that’s the case, what can I do to feel better?

My mother always says that I’m born to dance ballet．But that September when I was in a ballet  36 and went to do a turn，something just happened. I heard it and I surely   37 it．I went right to a doctor and got an MRI，which  38 a lot of damage to my knee——a(n)  39 injury for a dancer．I had to have a(n)  40 .
Everything had been going so well and now I had this huge injury．Dance was my life，but 41，I wasn’t going to be able to do it for a year or possibly never again．
My dad was really a big inspiration for me. He was  42  a battle against cancer at that time．He showed me how to make it through a  43 situation．I thought that if he could do that，I could handle this，too． 44 my operation，I had great difficulty walking，but I knew that if I really worked hard，my injury would   45 ．
Several months later, I definitely wasn't at my strongest，but I could   46 a class. The dancing I did was basic   47   that my knee could handle．
Once we started practicing in the fall，I was beginning to feel like myself again．One day，I   48  the schedule and my name was next to Eliot Feld．I thought it must be a(n)   49 because he is very famous in the ballet world．But it wasn’t．He  50  me and taught me a lot of things．At l8，I had a solo performance! It was a big  51 ．I was so excited and felt like a real ballerina．After the   52 ，Eliot said，“You know, you have a gift—and you are also made of   53 ．"That，coming from him，was the  54 compliment(贊美)I have ever received．I’d like to think that   55 my injury made me strong．