My friend BJ Gallagher once worked as a training manager for a large newspaper, which was more than a hundred years old．The company’s past had blinded the authorities to the need for change, and they new ideas and would say “This is the way we’ve always done it.”．As the years went by, BJ grew more and more with their short-sightedness．Finally, she left the company．But she found that she hadn’t left her behind when she resigned．She carried it with her, like “rocks in the stomach”.
“I finally decided to about my experiences and my feelings．I it would be a good mental health ．I wanted to be rid of that company and those people, once and for all．So I wrote and wrote．It wasn’t just a story that poured out — it was a whole ! My resentment (怨恨) my writing．The whole world would know how they were!”
“What when the book came out?” I asked BJ.
“Not much,” she replied, “The newspaper kept doing what it had done．My feelings didn’t them one bit, but it took me several more years to finally my negative emotions．Finally, the time came when I decided to make amends (修正) for the angry things I had said about the company．I my former boss to dinner and made my ．I told him I was sorry for being so resentful．It was a great healing process for me.”
“What was the outcome?” I asked her.
“Gratitude,” she replied, “Not only wasn’t I resentful any more, but I was grateful to the company．If I hadn’t had those experiences, I never would have written a book．And the book became hugely successful — now in 21 languages．In short, my resentment gave way to gratitude.”
She smiled, “I owe them a debt of thanks for giving me such a great tale to tell.”
Trading resentments for gratitude isn’t always easy．But it’s worth it, gratitude is a far happier feeling than resentment.
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I used to watch her from my kitchen window. She seemed so as she muscled her way through the crowd of boys on the playground. The school was the street from our home and I would often the kids as they played during breaks.
I remember the first day I saw her playing basketball. I watched in as she ran circles around the other kids. She managed to shoot jump shots just their heads and into the net. The boys always tried to stop her but nobody could.
I began to notice her at other times, basketball in hand, playing alone. She would practice dribbling（运球）and shooting over and over again, sometimes dark. One day I asked her why she practiced so much. She looked me in eyes and without a moment of she said, “I want to go to college. The only way I can go is if I get a scholarship. I like basketball. I that if I were good enough, I would get a scholarship. I am going to play college basketball. I want to be the best. My told me if the dream is big enough, the facts don’t count.” Then she smiled and ran towards the court to repeat the routine.
Well, I had to admit that she was . I watched her through those junior high years and into high school. Every week, she led her school team to victory.
One day in her senior year, I saw her sitting in the grass, head in arms. I walked across the street and sat down in the cool grass beside her. I asked what was wrong. “Oh, nothing,” came a soft reply. “I am just too .” The coaches told her that at 5’5” she would probably get to play for a top ranked team— much less offered a scholarship — so she should stop dreaming about college.
She was heartbroken and I felt my own throat tighten as I her disappointment. I asked her if she had talked to her dad about it yet.
She her head from her hands and told me that her father said those were wrong. They just did not understand the of a dream. He told her that if she really wanted to play for a good college and if she truly wanted a scholarship, nothing could stop her except one thing — her own . He told her again, “If the dream is big enough, the facts don’t count.”
The next year, as she and her team went to the Northern California Championship game, she was seen by a college basketball coach. She was indeed offered a , and admitted to the college team. She was going to get the college education that she had of and worked toward for all those years.
It’s true: If the dream is big enough, the facts don’t count.
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Have you ever come across this thing？When a rather dirty，poorly dressed person kneels at your feet and reaches out his hands to beg for a few coins，do you hurry to go，not knowing what to do，or do you feel sad and hurriedly ____ some money？What should our attitude ____ beggars be？There can be ____ question that the world is full of terribly sad stories. It ____ be terrible to have no idea where our next meal is going to come from. It seems ____ not to give some money to beggars.
___，most of the world's great religions order us to be openhearted and ____ what we have with those unluckier than ourselves. But has the world changed？Maybe what was morally right in the old days，____ one knew exactly who in the village had suffered misfortune and needed help，is no longer the best idea.Quite a few people will not give some money to beggars.Let us look at their ____.
Firstly，some believe that many city beggars dress themselves up ___ to look pitiable but actually make a good ____.Giving something to beggars only encourages this sort of evil(恶行)．____，there is the worry that the money you give will be spent on beers，wines or drugs.Thirdly，there is the opinion ____ there is no real excuse for begging.One might be poor，____ that is no reason for losing one's sense of ____ and selfdependence.
Related to this is the opinion that the problem should be handled by the government ___ ordinary people. Some people think beggars should go to the local government department and ___ help.
It is hard to come to any final conclusion：there are various ___ and we must ____ them differently. A few coins can save a life in some situations，and even if the money is wasted，that does not take away the moral goodness of the ____.
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Some years ago when I was in my first year in college, I heard Salome Bey sing for the first time. The moment was exciting. Salome’s filled the room and brought the theater to life. I was so that I decided to write an article about her.
I Salome Bey, telling her I was from Essence magazine, and that I wanted to meet her to talk about her career. She and told me to come to her studio next Tuesday. When I hung up, I was scared out of my mind. I I was lying. I was not a writer at all and hadn’t even written a grocery list.
I interviewed Salome Bey the next Tuesday. I sat there , taking notes and asking questions that all began with, “Can you tell me…” I soon realized that Salome Bey was one thing, but writing a story for a national magazine was just impossible. The was almost unbearable. I struggled for days with draft after draft. I put my manuscript (手稿) into a large envelope and dropped it into a mailbox.
It didn’t take long. My manuscript . How stupid of me! I thought. How could I in a world of professional writers? Knowing I couldn’t the rejection letter, I threw the unopened envelope into a drawer.
Five years later, I was moving to California. While my apartment, I came across the unopened envelope. This time I opened it and read the editor’s letter in :
Ms Profit,
Your story on Salome Bey is fantastic. Yet we need some materials. Please add those and return the article immediately. We would like to your story soon.
Shocked, it took me a long time to . Fear of rejection cost me dearly. I lost at least five hundred dollars and having my article appear in a major magazine. More importantly, I lost years of writing. Today, I have become a full – time writer. Looking back on this , I learned a very important lesson: You can’t to doubt yourself.
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完型填空(共20题，每题1.5分，满分30分）
As a young girl, I remember a very special doctor named Dr William R. Vincent. When I was eight years old, I was with a serious heart and I needed heart surgery(手术). My mom did not have the to have it done, and the surgery I would not live to be thirteen years old. After several organizations Dr Vincent was to get financial help for me through United Way, a Crippled Children’s Organization.
Dr Vincent was very and caring. I remember when I was in hospital for a(n) before surgery, I was crying hysterically(歇斯底里地). So the medical workers Dr Vincent to calm me down, and he was able to me when no one else could. , the time came for me to have heart surgery; there was a fifty-percent that I would not make it through the surgery. At that time I was only the second or third person to have it. I was really , and again Dr Vincent reassured me he would see that would be all right.
, the surgery was extremely painful but very successful. Dr Vincent came to see me and me a toy animal. I was so surprised to get this from Dr Vincent; I gave him a hug. I had a wonderful doctor who time helping a scared little girl who felt all . This was twenty-eight years ago. So wherever you are, Dr Vincent, I want to thank you for not only my life, but also helping me live a(n) life.
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The story of how I got my job was a funny one.
One day，I was along a street to the interview a yellow car suddenly cut in front of me another car coming in the other ，I had to brake hard and another cyclist. We both fell，but neither of us was hurt. I became angry and cycled as fast as possible to the driver of the yellow car to tell him I considered him. I told him what a bad I thought he was and he was a(n) to other people on the road. His face turned .I warned him not to drive in the future so that everyone else could enjoy a long life.
I was in time for the . Having walked into the room，to my ，I found one of the three interviewers to be the driver of the yellow car. We looked at each other for a while， silent. Then I decided to look the whole matter as a great joke! I laughed and told him that I talked the last time we met and this time it was turn for him to talk a great deal. Lost in thought for a while，he that I was not going to say anything about his bad driving. The interview went . Two days later，I received a letter offering me the job. I was pleased that the manager—the driver of the yellow car，didn’t my rudeness to him.
Through the experience, I find something that seems impossible at first sometimes turns out to be good.
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