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   36  beard and dirty hair, jumped up from a bench and opened the door for us．Regardless of his   37 , he greeted us in a friendly way.

Once inside, my daughters whispered, "Mom, he   38  " After we ordered our lunch, I explained, telling the kids to look   39  the dirt．We then watched other customers approach the restaurant but many   40 him．Seeing this rudeness truly upset me．The day I became a mother, I had decided to set a good   41  for my children．Yet sometimes when things didn't go right, being a good example was tough. When our meal arrived, I realized I had left the car-sick pills（晕车药） in the truck．With the windiest trip ___42__ , the kids needed them, so I   43  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   44   .  Letting them in first, I said a loud "thank you" to him as I __45__．

When I returned, we talked a bit．He said he was not allowed inside   46  he purchased food．I went back and told my family his   47 .Then I asked our waitress to add one soup and sandwich．The kids looked   48  as we had already eaten, but when I said the order was for the "doorman" , they smiled．When it was time to   49  our trip, I noticed the "doorman" enjoying his meal．Upon seeing me, he stood up and thanked me heartily．He then   50  his hand for a handshake and I gratefully accepted．I suddenly noticed the tears in his eyes—tears of  51  .What happened next drew great astonishment: I gave the " doorman" a   52 . He pulled away, with tears   53  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．I said thanks to a man who had   54  held open a door for me, and also said thanks for that   55 to teach my children by example．

36．

1.                A．heavy          B．long           C．messy    D．grey

37．

2.                A．service         B．appearance      C．status    D．attitude

38．

3.                A．smokes         B．smiles          C．sniffs D．smells

39．

4.                A．beyond         B．over           C．around   D．into

40．

5.                A．hated          B．ignored         C．missed   D．refused

41．

6.                A．target          B．rule            C．record   D．example

42．

7.                A．before         B．after           C．backward D．ahead

43．

8.                A．excused        B．freed          C．prevented D．stopped

44．

9.                A．company       B．presence       C．effort    D．attempt

45．

10.               A．quitted         B．marched        C．exited D．approached

46．

11.               A．before         B．unless          C．though    D．since

47．

12.               A．story          B．order          C．experience D．demand

48．

13.               A．concerned      B．shocked        C．puzzled   D．bored

49．

14.               A．make          B．start           C．take  D．continue

50．

15.               A．held out        B．turned out      C．carried out D．gave out

51．

16.               A．approval        B．affection        C．sympathy  D．gratitude

52．

17.               A．hug           B．nod           C．lift   D．clap

53．

18.               A．slipping        B．streaming       C．rushing    D．breaking

54．

19.               A．firmly          B．constantly       C．simply D．politely

55．

20.               A．journey        B．wisdom         C．opportunity    D．coincidence

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   36  beard and dirty hair, jumped up from a bench and opened the door for us．Regardless of his   37 , he greeted us in a friendly way．
Once inside, my daughters whispered, "Mom, he   38   " After we ordered our lunch, I explained, telling the kids to look   39  the dirt．We then watched other customers approach the restaurant but many   40  him．Seeing this rudeness truly upset me．The day I became a mother, I had decided to set a good   41  for my children．Yet sometimes when things didn't go right, being a good example was   42   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   43  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   44   . Letting them in first, I said a loud "thank you" to him as I 45 ．
When I returned, we talked a bit．He said he was not allowed inside   46  he purchased food．I went back and told my family his   47 . Then I asked our waitress to add one soup and sandwich．The kids looked   48  as we had already eaten, but when I said the order was for the "doorman" , they smiled．When it was time to   49  our trip, I noticed the "doorman" enjoying his meal．Upon seeing me, he stood up and thanked me heartily．He then   50  his hand for a handshake and I gratefully accepted．I suddenly noticed the tears in his eyes—tears of  51  .  What happened next drew great astonishment: I gave the " doorman" a   52  ! He pulled away, with tears   53  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．I said thanks to a man who had   54  held open a door for me, and also said thanks for that   55  to teach my children by example．

We were on tour a few summers ago, driving through Chicago, when right outside of the city, we got pulled over. A middle-aged policeman came up to the car and was really being troublesome at first. Lecturing us, he said, “You were speeding. Where are you going in such a hurry?” Our guitarist, Tim, told him that we were on our way to Wisconsin to play a show. His way towards us totally changed. He asked, “Oh, so you boys are in a band（乐队）？” We told him that we were. He then asked all the usual band questions about the type of music we played, and how long we had been at it. Suddenly, he stopped and said, “Tim, you want to get out of this ticket, don’t you?” Tim said, “Yes.” So the officer asked him to step out of the car. The rest of us, inside the car, didn’t know what to think as we watched the policeman talk to Tim. Next thing we knew, the policeman was putting Tim in the back of the police car he had parked in front of us. With that, he threw the car into reverse（倒车），stopping a few feet in back of our car. Now we suddenly felt frightened. We didn’t know if we were all going to prison, or if the policeman was going to sell Tim on the black market or something. All of a sudden, the policeman’s voice came over his loudspeaker. He said, “Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time ever, we have Tim here singing on Route 90.” Turns out, the policeman had told Tim that the only way he was getting out of the ticket was if he sang part of one of our songs over the loudspeaker in the police car. Seconds later, Tim started screaming into the receiver. The policeman enjoyed the performance, and sent us on our way without a ticket.
【小题1】The policeman stopped the boys to      .

I was a freshman in college when I met the Whites. They were completely different from my own family, yet I felt at home with them immediately. Jane White and I became friends at school, and her family welcomed me like a long-lost cousin.

In my family, it was always important to place blame when anything had happened.

“Who did this?” my mother would scream about a dirty kitchen.

“This is your entire fault, Katherine,” my father would insist when the cat got out or the dishwasher broke.

From the time we were little, my sister, brothers and I told to each other. We set a place for blame at the dinner table.

But the Whites didn’t worry about who had done what. They picked up the pieces and moved on with their lives. The beauty of this was driven home to me the summer Jane died.

In July, the Whites sisters and I decided to take a car trip from their home in Florida to New York. The two older sisters, Sarah and Jane, were college students, and the youngest, Amy, had recently turned sixteen. Proud of having a new drivers license, Amy was excited about practicing her driving on the trip. She showed off her license to everyone she met.

The big sisters shared the driving of Sarah’s new car during the first part of the trip, but when they reached less crowded areas, they let Amy take over. Somewhere in South Carolina, we pulled off the highway to eat. After lunch, Amy got behind the wheel. She came to a crossroads with a stop sign. Whether she was nervous or just didn’t see the sign no one would ever know, but Amy continued into the crossroads without stopping. The driver of a large truck, unable to stop in time, ran into our car.

Jane was killed immediately.

I was slightly injured. The most difficult thing that I had ever done was to call the Whites to tell them about the accident and that Jane had died. Painful as it was for me to lose a good friend, I knew that it was far worse for them to lose a child.

When Mr. and Mrs. White arrived at the hospital, they found their two daughters sharing a room. Sarah had a few cuts on the head; Amy’s leg was broken. They hugged us all and cried tears of sadness and of joy at seeing their daughters. They wiped away the girl’s tears and made a few jokes at Amy as she learned to use her crutches(拐杖).

To both of their daughters, and especially to Amy, over and over they simply said, “We are so glad that you are alive.”

I was astonished. No blame. No accusations.

Later, I asked the Whites why they never talked about the fact that Amy was driving and had run a stop sign.

Mrs. White said, “Jane is gone, and we miss her terribly. Nothing we say or do will bring her back. But Amy has her whole life ahead of her. How can she lead a full and happy life if she feels we blame her for her sister’s death?”

They were right. Amy graduated from the University of California and got married several years ago. She works as a teacher of learning-disabled students. She’s also a mother of two little girls of her own, the oldest named Jane.

How did the author’s parents differ from the Whites?

   A. The author’s parents were less caring.    B. The author’s parents were less loving.

   C. The author’s parents were less friendly   D. The author’s parents were less understanding

How did the accident happen?

   A. Amy didn’t stop at a crossroad and a truck hit their car.

   B. Amy didn’t know what to do when she saw the stop sign.

   C. Amy didn’t slow down so their car ran into a truck.

   D. Amy didn’t get off the highway at a crossroad.

The accident took place in _____.

   A. Florida     B. California       C. South Carolina       D. New York

The Whites did not blame Amy for Jane’s death because _____.

   A. they didn’t want Amy to feel ashamed and sorry for the rest of her life

   B. Amy was badly injured herself and they didn’t want to add to her pain

   C. They didn’t want to blame their children in front of others

   D. Amy was their youngest daughter and they loved her best

From the passage we can learn that _____.

   A. Amy has never recovered from the shock   B. Amy changed her job after the accident

   C. Amy lost her memory after the accident    D. Amy has lived quite a normal life

We were on tour a few summers ago, driving through Chicago, when right outside of the city, we got pulled over. A middle-aged policeman came up to the car and was really being troublesome at first. Lecturing us, he said, “You were speeding. Where are you going in such a hurry?” Our guitarist, Tim, told him that we were on our way to Wisconsin to play a show. His way towards us totally changed. He asked, “Oh, so you boys are in a band（乐队）？” We told him that we were. He then asked all the usual band questions about the type of music we played, and how long we had been at it. Suddenly, he stopped and said, “Tim, you want to get out of this ticket, don’t you?” Tim said, “Yes.” So the officer asked him to step out of the car. The rest of us, inside the car, didn’t know what to think as we watched the policeman talk to Tim. Next thing we knew, the policeman was putting Tim in the back of the police car he had parked in front of us. With that, he threw the car into reverse（倒车），stopping a few feet in back of our car. Now we suddenly felt frightened. We didn’t know if we were all going to prison, or if the policeman was going to sell Tim on the black market or something. All of a sudden, the policeman’s voice came over his loudspeaker. He said, “Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time ever, we have Tim here singing on Route 90.” Turns out, the policeman had told Tim that the only way he was getting out of the ticket was if he sang part of one of our songs over the loudspeaker in the police car. Seconds later, Tim started screaming into the receiver. The policeman enjoyed the performance, and sent us on our way without a ticket.
【小题1】The policeman stopped the boys to      .

A．put them into prison	B． give them a ticket
C．enjoy their performance	D．ask some band questions