完型填空

　　More than I realized, Dad has helped me keep my balance．

　　When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father．He was severely disabled and very 　　1　　, and when we walked together, his hand on my arm for 　　2　　, people would stare．I would inwardly feel uncomfortable at the unwanted 　　3　　．If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never 　　4　　 that he knew．

　　It was 　　5　　 to coordinate(调整)our steps－his hesitant, mine impatient－and because of that, we didn’t 　　6　　 much as we went along．But as we started out, he always said, “You set the 　　7　　．I will try to follow you．”

　　Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was 　　8　　 he got to work．He went to work despite illnesses and nasty weather．He almost never missed a day and would 　　9　　 it to the office 　　10　　 others couldn’t．A matter of pride．

　　He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or 　　11　　．What he looked for 　　12　　 others was a “good heart” and if he found one, the 　　13　　 was good enough for him．

　　Now that I am older, I believe that his idea is a proper 　　14　　 by which to judge people, even though I 　　15　　 don’t know exactly what a “good heart” is．　　16　　 I know the times when I don’t have one myself．

　　He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often．I wonder if he 　　17　　 I was unwilling to be seen with him during our 　　18　　．Now I am sorry that I never told him how sorry I was for my feeling 　　19　　 to be with him in public and how unworthy I felt to be his daughter．I think of him when I complain about trifles(something unimportant), when I am envious of another’s good fortune, and when I don’t possess a“good heart”．

　　At such times I put my hand on his arm to 　　20　　 my balance, and say, “You set the pace．I will try to follow you．”

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完形填空

　　My husband, Bob, died in January 2004．His death was unexpected as well．I 　　1　　 condolences(哀悼)from people I hadn't heard from in years：letters, cards, flowers, calls, and visits．I took a bad knock with 　　2　　．I was so struggling to 　　3　　 the whys and hows of this terrible thing that had happened to my family, knowing in my heart that there really were no 　　4　　．It's just all so sad．

　　One message 　　5　　 me deeply．I received a letter from my best friend from sixth 　　6　　 through high school．We had drifted somewhat since 　　7　　 in 1959, as she stayed in our home town and I did not．　　8　　 it was the kind of friendship that could quickly resume even if we 　　9　　 touch for five or ten years．

　　Her husband, Pete, had died perhaps 20 years ago at a young age, 　　10　　 her with deep sorrow and heavy 　　11　　：finding a job and raising three young children．She and Pete, 　　12　　 Bob and I, had shared one of those rare, close, “love－of－your－life－you－can－never－forget”　　13　　．

　　In her letter she 　　14　　 an anecdote about my mother who had passed away years ago．She wrote, “When Pete died, your dear mother 　　15　　 me and said, ‘Trudy, I don't know what to say…so I'll just say I love you．'”

　　She closed her letter to me repeating my mother's words of so long 　　16　　, “Bonnie, I don't know what to say．．．so I'll just say I love you．”

　　I felt I 　　17　　 almost hear my mother speaking to me now．What a 　　18　　 message of sympathy!How dear of my friend to cherish it all those years and then 　　19　　 it on to me．I love you．　　20　　 words．A gift．A legacy(遗赠物)．

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