When my brother and I were young,my mum would take us on Transportation Days.

It goes like this: You can’t take any means of transportation more than once. We would start from home,walking two blocks to the rail station. We’d take the train into the city centre,then a bus,switching to the tram,then maybe a taxi. We always considered taking a horse carriage in the historic district,but we didn’t like the way the horses were treated,so we never did. At the end of the day,we took the subway to our closest station,where Mum’s friend was waiting to give us a ride home—our first car ride of the day.

  The good thing about Transportation Days is not only that Mum taught us how to get around. She was born to be multimodal (多方式的).She understood that depending on cars only was a failure of imagination and,above all,a failure of confidence—the product of a childhood not spent exploring subway tunnels.

  Once you learn the route map and step with certainty over the gap between the train and the platform,nothing is frightening anymore. New cities are just light-rail lines to be explored. And your personal car,if you have one,becomes just one more tool in the toolbox—and often an inadequate one,limiting both your mobility and your wallet.

  On Transportation Days,we might stop for lunch on Chestnut Street or buy a new book or toy,but the transportation was the point. First,it was exciting enough to watch the world speed by from the train window. As I got older,my mum helped me unlock the mysteries that would otherwise have paralyzed my first attempts to do it myself: How do I know where to get off? How do I know how much it costs? How do I know when I need tickets,and where to get them? What track,what line,which direction,where’s the stop,and will I get wet when we go under the river?

  I’m writing this right now on an airplane,a means we didn’t try on our Transportation Days and,we now know,the dirtiest and most polluting of them all. My flight routed me through Philadelphia. My multimodal mum met me for dinner in the airport. She took a train to meet me.

(   ) 1. Which was forbidden by Mum on Transportation Days?

   A. Having a car ride.

   B. Taking the train twice.

   C. Buying more than one toy.

   D. Touring the historic district.

(   ) 2. According to the writer,what was the greatest benefit of her Transportation Days?

   A. Building confidence in herself.

   B. Reducing her use of private cars.

   C. Developing her sense of direction.

   D. Giving her knowledge about vehicles.

(   ) 3. The underlined word “paralyzed”(in Para. 5) is closest in meaning to      

   A. displayed   B. justified

   C. ignored   D. ruined

(   ) 4. Which means of transportation does the writer probably disapprove of?

   A. Airplane.

   B. Subway.

   C. Tram.

   D. Car.

  I suppose that the most basic and powerful way to connect another person is to listen—just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention and especially if it's given from the heart. When people are talking,there's no need to do anything but receive them. Listen to what they're saying. Care about it. Most times caring about it is even more impor?tant than understanding it. Most of us don't value ourselves or our love enough to know this. It has taken me a long time to believe in the power of simple saying "I'm so sorry. " when someone is in pain.

  One of my patients told me that when she tried to tell her story,people often interrupted to tell her that they once had something just like that happening to them. Her pain became a story about themselves. Eventually she stopped talk?ing to most people. We connect through listening. When we interrupt what someone is saying to let him know that we understand,we move the focus of attention to ourselves. When we listen,they know we care.

I have even learned to respond to someone crying by jujst listening. In the old days I used to reach for the handkerchiefs,until I realized that passing a person a handkerchief may be just another way to shut him down — to take them out of their experience of sadness. Now I just listen. When they have cried all they need to cry,they find me there with them.

This simple thing has not been that easy to learn. It certainly went against everything I had been taught since I was very young. I thought people listened only because they were too shy to speak or did not know the answer. But now I know that a loving silence often has far more power to heal than the kindest words.

1. What does the author value most in the communication with each other?

   A. Deep understanding.

   B. Saying "I'm sorry.”

   C. Attention from the heart.

   D. Doing nothing.

2. The woman patient stopped telling her story to most people because     .

   A. she didn't get enough respect from others

   B. she was discouraged by being often interrupted

   C. people often told her their own opinions

   D. people couldn't understand her sad situation

3. If you hand a handkerchief to someone crying,you may      .

   A. hurt his feelings

   B. make him embarrassed

   C. encourage him to continue to cry

   D. stop him from letting out his sorrow

4. It can be inferred from the passage that while communicating,         

   A. listening is a perfect way to respond to others

   B. people keep silent because they don't know the answer

   C. keeping silent means being too shy to speak

   D. it is easy to form the habit of listening silently

5. Which of the following might be the author's opinion about communication?

   A. Keep silent.

   B. Just listen.

   C. Be careful.

   D. Tell your own story.

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