完形填空

　　One Saturday afternoon, my daughter Alice asked me, “Are all people the same even if they are different in color?”

　　I thought for a minute, and then I said, “I’ll explain, 　　1　　 you can just wait until we make a quick 　　2　　 at the grocery store．I have something 　　3　　 to show you．”

　　At the grocery store, we 　　4　　 some apples－red, green and yellow ones．Back home, I told Alice, “It’s time to 　　5　　 your question．” I put one apple of each 　　6　　 on the table．Then I looked at Alice, who had a 　　7　　 look on her face．

　　“People are like apples．They come in all 　　8　　 colors, shapes and sizes．On the 　　9　　, some of the apples may not 　　10　　 look as the others．” As I was talking, Alice was 　　11　　 each one carefully．

　　Then, I took each of the apples and peeled(削皮)them, 　　12　　 them back on the table, but 　　13　　 a different place．

　　“Okay, Alice, tell me which is which．”

　　She said, “I 　　14　　 tell．They all look the same now．” “Take a bite(咬)of 　　15　　．See if that helps you 　　16　　 which one is which．”

　　She took 　　17　　, and then a huge smile came across her face．“People are 　　18　　 like apples! They are all different, but once you 　　19　　 the outside, they’re pretty much the same on the inside．”

　　She totally 　　20　　 it．I didn’t need to say or do anything else．

完形填空

　　In January 2006, during the first weeks of a six-month stay at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia for leukemia(白血病)treatment, Michael wandered over to his hospital window in search of distraction(散心)．The 　　1　　 first-grader watched a construction crew working on a 10-story addition to the hospital．　　2　　 Michael’s third-floor window, Ritchie, an iron-worker from the East Falls section of Philadelphia, looked up and saw “this kid with no hair whose face was pressed up to the window．I waved, and he smiled and 　　3　　．I’ll never forget that,” says Ritchie, a father of three．

　　As winter turned into spring, Michael watched, fascinated(着迷), as 3000 tons of steel 　　4　　 formed the skeleton of the building．One day he colored a message for the crew and held it up to the window：Hi, Local Iron Workers．I’m Mike．Ritchie and the 　　5　　 crew messaged back．Over the 　　6　　 months, as his treatment continued, Ritchie and the crew cheered Michael up and cheered him with 　　7　　 signs like Be Strong Mike．

　　When the construction reached the third floor, Ritchie jumped across the 　　8　　 between the buildings and the two had a face to face chat．The hard hat with the tender heart wells up(涌出眼泪)when he thinks about it．“Michael 　　9　　 my life,” says Ritchie．“I was a real hard-core(顽固不化的)person without a lot of sympathy．But I’d 　　10　　 seeing this kid every day waving at me and excited about the construction．I look at life differently thanks to him．” Today Michael is a 10-year-old third-grader in complete recovery．What does he hope to be when he grows up? “A construction worker,” he says．