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1、【1-A】 A Good Heart to Lean On ore than I realized, Dad has helped me keep my balance. Augustus J. Bullock 1 When I was growing up, I was embarrassed to be seen with my father. He was severely crippled and very short, and when we would walk together, his hand on my arm for balance, people would stare
2、. I would be ashamed of the unwanted attention. If he ever noticed or was bothered, he never let on. 2 It was difficult to coordinate our stepshis halting, mine impatientand because of that, we didnt say much as we went along. But as we started out, he always said, “You set the pace. I will try to a
3、djust to you. ” 3 Our usual walk was to or from the subway, which was how he got to work. He went to work sick, and despite nasty weather. He almost never missed a day, and would make it to the office even if others could not. It was a matter of pride for him. 4 When snow or ice was on the ground, i
4、t was impossible for him to walk, even with help. At such times my sisters or I would pull him through the streets of Brooklyn , N.Y. , on a childs sleigh to the subway entrance. Once there, he would cling to the handrail until he reached the lower steps that the warmer tunnel air kept ice-free. In
5、Manhattan the subway station was the basement of his office building, and he would not have to go outside again until we met him in Brooklyn on his way home. 5 When I think of it now, I marvel at how much courage it must have taken for a grown man to subject himself to such indignity and stress. And
6、 I marvel at how he did itwithout bitterness or complaint. 6 He never talked about himself as an object of pity, nor did he show any envy of the more fortunate or able. What he looked for in others was a “good heart”, and if he found one, the owner was good enough for him. 7 Now that I am older, I b
7、elieve that is a proper standard by which to judge people, even though I still dont know precisely what a “good heart” is. But I know the times I dont have one myself. 8 Unable to engage in many activities, my father still tried to participate in some way. When a local baseball team found itself wit
8、hout a manager, he kept it going. He was a knowledgeable baseball fan and often took me to Ebbets Field to see the Brooklyn Dodgers play. He liked to go to dances and parties, where he could have a good time just sitting and watching. 9 On one memorable occasion a fight broke out at a beach party, w
9、ith everyone punching and shoving. He wasnt content to sit and watch, but he couldnt stand unaided on the soft sand. In frustration he began to shout, “Ill fight anyone who will sit down with me! Ill fight anyone who will sit down with me! ” 10 Nobody did. But the next day people kidded him by sayin
10、g it was the first time any fighter was urged to take a dive even before the bout began. 11 I now know he participated in some things vicariously through me, his only son. When I played ball (poorly), he “played” too. When I joined the Navy, he “joined” too. And when I came home on leave, he saw to
11、it that I visited his office. Introducing me, he was really saying, “This is my son, but it is also me, and I could have done this, too, if things had been different. ” Those words were never said aloud. 12 He has been gone many years now, but I think of him often. I wonder if he sensed my reluctanc
12、e to be seen with him during our walks. If he did, I am sorry I never told him how sorry I was, how unworthy I was, how I regretted it. I think of him when I complain about trifles, when I am envious of anothers good fortune, when I dont have a “good heart”. 13 At such times I put my hand on his arm
13、 to regain my balance, and say, “You set the pace. I will try to adjust to you.” ( 703 words) 【1-B-a】 A Kiss for Kate Phyllis Volkens 1 Every afternoon when I came on duty as the evening nurse, I would walk the halls of the nursing home, pausing at each door to chat and observe. Often, Kate and Chri
14、s, their big scrapbooks in their laps, would be reminiscing over the photos. Proudly, Kate showed me pictures of bygone years: Chris tall, blond, handsome; Kate pretty, dark-haired, laughing. Two young lovers smiling through the passing seasons. How lovely they looked now, sitting there, the light s
15、hining on their white heads, their time-wrinkled faces smiling at the memories of the years, caught and held forever in the scrapbooks.2 How little the young know of loving, Id think. How foolish to think they have a monopoly on such a precious commodity. The old know what loving truly means; the yo
16、ung can only guess.3 Kate and Chris were always togetherin the dining room, the lounge, strolling around the big porches and lawns, always holding hands. As we staff members ate our evening meal, sometimes Kate and Chris would walk slowly by the dining-room doors. Then conversation would turn to a discussion of the couples love and devotion, and what would happen when one of them died. We knew Chris was the
