Golden sunlight danced in the treetops, and children’s laughter filled the park. The smell of popcorn played on the breeze, and life seemed good. It was one of the happiest Saturday mornings I had spent with my little daughter, Gigi.
That was, until two strangers threw her into their car and sped away. It seemed like a bad dream. I could barely whisper when the police questioned me. For hours we waited, but there wasn’t any news.
“Go home, Ma’am,” the police officer said. “We’ll monitor your telephone. Trust me, we’ll find her.” After what had just happened, it was hard for me to trust anything.
My friend Gloria came over that afternoon. “I heard about Gigi on the radio. Everyone is looking for the car. The interstates are all blocked.” She took my hand and said, “Look here. I want you to have this picture and pray with me.”
It was a picture of a little girl sound asleep in her bed. Standing by the bed was a tall, blond angel. His hand was touching the girl’s shoulder as he smiled down at her.
“I’m too exhausted for any hocus-pocus right now, Gloria! I want my daughter home!” I screamed, and then began sobbing. Gloria placed the photo on our desk and knelt down beside me. “Just pray with me,” she said, holding my hand.
I had no strength left, so we prayed and waited what seemed an eternity. But the phone never rang.
Suddenly, the front door swung open. There stood Gigi. “Gigi! Thank God!” I cried, throwing my arms around her, “Where did those men take you? How did you get home? Did the police find you?”
“No Mommy!” said Gigi. “I was really scared because those men said they were taking me far away. We were going really fast. But then a tall man walked out in front of the car, and they ran off the road and hit a tree.” Then the tall man ran up and opened the car door and pulled me out. He was really nice, and said I would be okay now. He must have brought me home because then I woke up here in front of our house.”
“But who... how did he know... where to bring you?” My voice broke and trailed to a whisper.
“I don’t know, Mommy,” Gigi said.
Just then Gigi noticed Gloria’s picture on the desk. “That’s him!” She gave a loud cry, pointing at the picture. “That’s him! Except he didn’t have wings, and he was wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt. But that’s him exactly. I’d remember him anywhere!”
Later that night, the police found the injured kidnappers. When questioned, the driver remembered making a sharp turn to avoid hitting a tall blond man.
Twenty years have gone by. Nobody claims to have rescued Gigi and there have been no logical explanations for Gigi’s miraculous escape.
There have always been things that people can’t explain. But, from that day forward, I believe that all experiences, positive and negative, are given to us for our strengthening and learning.
Gigi keeps Gloria’s picture on her desk, and she remembers her angelic friend. And, like my daughter, I have a faith that has carried me through many trials since that day many years ago.
The writer describes a happy scene at the beginning of the passage to    ___.

A．introduce a topic

B．attract readers’ attention

C．show the beauty of nature

D．make a sharp contrast

What is the writer’s attitude towards the pray together with Gloria?

A．Curious	B．Grateful
C．Doubtful	D．Causal

The main reason why the kidnappers could be arrested was that _____.

A．the police followed and caught them

B．Gloria’s best friend helped the police to find them

C．an angel spotted them and took them to the police station

D．they had an accident when a tall man tried to stop their car

What can be best title for the passage?

A．picture of an angle	B．power of God
C．Gigi’s escape	D．Mommy’s anxiety.