Unit 4 Sharing Language points课时作业
第一节 完型填空
I lost my sight when I was four years old by falling off a box car in a goods yard in Atlantic City and landing on my head. Now I can dimly remember the 1 of sunshine and what color red is. It would be wonderful to see again, but a(n) 2 can do strange things to people.
It 3 to me the other day that I might not have come to love life as I do if I hadn't been blind. I believe in life now. I am not so sure that I would have believed in it so deeply, 4 . I don't mean that I would prefer to 5 without my eyes. I simply mean that the loss of them made me appreciate more what I had 6 .
Life, I believe, asks a continuous series of 7 to reality. In 8 of the fact that they are never easy, I had my parents and teachers to help me. The hardest lesson I had to learn was to believe in myself. If I hadn't been able to do that, I would have 9 and become a chair rocker on the front porch for the rest of my life. When I say belief in myself I am not talking about 10 the kind of self-confidence that helps me down an 11 staircase alone. That is part of it. But I mean something bigger than that, an assurance that I am, despite 12 , a real, positive person; that there is a special place where I can make myself 13 .
It took me years to discover and 14 this assurance. It had to start with the most elementary things. Once a man gave me an indoor baseball. I thought he was laughing at me and I was hurt. "I can't use this." I said. "Take it with you," he urged me, "and roll it around." The words 15 in my head. "Roll it around!" By rolling the ball I could hear where it 16 . This gave me an idea how to achieve a goal I had thought 17 -playing baseball. At Philadelphia's Overbrook School for the Blind I invented a successful variation of baseball. We called it ground ball.
All my life I have set ahead of me a series of goals and then tried to achieve them, one at a time. I had to learn my 18 . It was no good crying for something that I knew at the start was wildly out of 19 because that only 20 the bitterness of failure. I would fail sometimes anyway but on the average I made progress.