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　　When I was in the 8th grade in Ohio, a girl named Helen in my class had a terrible accident．As she was running to the bus in order not to 　　1　　 it, she slipped on some ice and fell 　　2　　 the rear wheels of the bus．She 　　3　　 the accident, but was paralyzed(残疾)from the waist down．I went to see her, in my 13-year-old 　　4　　 thinking she wouldn't 　　5　　 normally from then on．

　　Over the years, I 　　6　　 and didn't think much about Helen after that．Three years ago, in Florida, my oldest son was 　　7　　 by a car while riding his bike, causing a 　　8　　 brain injury．While I was looking after my son, a lady who said she was the hospital's 　　9　　 worker called．

　　A short time later, a beautiful woman, in a wheelchair, 　　10　　 into my son's room with a box of tissues．After 16 years, I 　　11　　 recognized Helen．She smiled, handed me the tissues and hugged me．I told her who I was, and after we both 　　12　　 the shock of that, she began to tell me about her life 　　13　　 we last saw each other．She had married, had children and gotten her degree 　　14　　 she could smooth the path for those less 　　15　　 than her．She told me that if there was anything she could give me, it would be 　　16　　．

　　Looking at this wonderful, giving person, I felt 　　17　　．But I also felt the 　　18　　 hope I had felt since learning that my son was hurt．From this person that I thought would have no 　　19　　 of life, I learned that where there is life, there is hope．My son miraculously(不可思议地)recovered and we moved back north, but I owe Helen a 　　20　　 that I can never repay．

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阅读下列材料，从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出最佳选项。

　　I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie．His social worker assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy．But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee．He was short, a little fat, with the smooth facial features and thick－tongued speech of Down's Syndrome(唐氏综合症)．I thought most of my customers would be uncomfortable around Stevie, so I closely watched him for the first few weeks．

　　I shouldn't have worried．After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my trucker regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot．After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him．He was like a 21－year－old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties．Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a coffee spill was visible, when Stevie got done with the table．Our only problem was convincing him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished．

　　Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled．Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home．

　　That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work．He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a heart surgery．His social worker said that people with Down's syndrome often had heart problems at an early age, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months．

　　A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery and doing fine．Frannie, my head waitress, let out a war whoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news．Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of the 50－year－old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table．He ginned．“OK, Frannie, what was that all about? ” he asked．

　　“We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay．”

　　“I was wondering where he was．I had a new joke to tell him．What was the surgery about? ”

　　Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, the sighed．“but I don't know how he and his mom are going to handle all the bills．From what I hear, they’re barely getting by as it is．”

　　Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables．

　　After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office．She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand．

　　“What's up? ” I asked．

　　“I cleared off the table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting after they left, and I found this．This was folded and put under a coffee cup．”

　　She handed the napkin to me, and three ＄20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it．On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed “Something For Stevie” ．

　　That was three months ago．Today is Thanksgiving Day, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work．His social worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work．I arranged to have his mother bring him to work, met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back．I took him and his mother by their arms．“To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me．”

　　I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room．I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room．We stopped in front of the big table．Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins．

　　“First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess, ” I said．

　　Stevie looked at me, then pulled out one of the napkins．It had “Something for Stevie” printed on the outside．As he picked it up, two ＄10 bills fell onto the table．Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed on it．

　　I turned to his mother．“There's more ＄10, 000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems．Happy Thanksgiving．”

　　Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well… but you know what's funny?

　　While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table…．

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阅读理解，阅读下列短文，从每题所给的四个选项(A、B、C和D)中，选出最佳选项。

　　Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling．They find out that the new baby is going to be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sings to his sister in Mommy's tummy．

　　The pregnancy progresses normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee．Then the labor pains come．Every five minutes…every minute．But Complications arise during delivery．Hours of labor．Would a C-section be required? Finally, Michael's little sister is born．But she is in serious condition．With siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushes the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St．Mary's Hospital in Knoxville, Tennessee．

　　The days inch by．The little girl gets worse．The pediatric specialist tells the parents, “There is very little hope．Be prepared for the worst．” Karen and her husband contact a local cemetery about a burial plot．They have fixed up a special room in their home for the new baby-now they plan a funeral．

　　Michael, keeps begging his parents to let him see his sister, “I want to sing to her, ” he says．Week two in intensive care．It looks as if a funeral will come before the week is over．Michael keeps nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care．But Karen makes up her mind．She will take Michael whether they like it or not．

　　If he doesn't see his sister now, he may never see her alive．She dresses him in an oversized scrub suit and marches him into ICU．He looks like a walking laundry basket, but the head nurse recognizes him as a child and bellows, “Get that kid out of here now! No children are allowed．” The mother rises up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glares steel-eyed into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line．“He is not leaving until he sings to his sister! ” Karen tows Michael to his sister's bedside．He gazes at the tiny infant losing the battle to live．And he begins to sing．In the pure hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sings：

　　“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray-”

　　Instantly the baby girl responds．The pulse rate becomes calm and steady．

　　Keep on singing, Michael．“You never know, dear, how much I love you．Please don't take my sunshine away-“ The ragged, strained breathing becomes as smooth as a kitten's purr．

　　Keep on singing, Michael．“The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms…” Michael's little sister relaxes as rest, healing rest, seems to sweep over her．

　　Keep on singing, Michael．Tears conquer the face of the bossy head nurse．Karen glows．“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine．Please don't, take my sunshine away．”

　　Funeral plans are scrapped．The next, day-the very next day-the little girl is well enough to go home!

　　The medical staff just called it a miracle．Karen called it a miracle of God's love!

　　Never give up on the people you love．Love is so incredibly powerful．

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