55．A．honesty B．knowledge C．reality D．faith
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Passage 9
School was over and I
was both mentally and英才苑physically tired. I
sat at the very front of the bus because of my 36 to get home. Sitting at the front made me
37 out like a shiny coin in a pile of dull
pennies.
Jane, the driver,
tried to break the 38 atmosphere by striking the match of 39 .
I tried to mind
manners and 40 listened, but usually I was too busy
thinking of my day. On this day, 41 , her conversation was worth
listening to.
“My father’s sick,”
she said to no one in 42 . I could see the anxiety and fear
in her eyes.. with a sudden change of attitude and interest, I asked, “what’s
wrong with him?”
With her eyes wet
and her voice tight from 43 the tears, she responded, “Heart trouble.”
Her eyes lowed as she 44 , “I’ve already lost my mum, so I
don’t think I can stand losing him.”
I couldn’t respond. I
was 45 . My heart ached for her. I sat on
the old, smelly seat thinking of the great 46 my own mother was thrown into when her
father died. I saw how hard it was, 47 still is, for her. I wouldn’t like anyone
to go 48 that.
Suddenly I realized
Jane wasn’t only a bus driver. That was 49 her job. She had a whole world of family
and concerns, too. I have never thought of her as 50 but a bus driver.
I suddenly felt very
51 . I realized I had only thought of
her as 52 as what her purpose was in my life. I
paid no attention to Jane because she was a bus driver. I had judged her by her
job and brushed her off as 53 .
For all I know, I’m
just another person in 54 else’s world, and may not even be
important. I 55 not have been so selfish and
self-centered. Everyone has places to go, people to see and appointments to
keep. Understanding people is an art.