i lost my sight whEn i wAs Four yEArs olD By FAlling oFF A Box CAr in A FrEight yArD inAtlAntiCCity AnD lAnDing on my hEA
D、now i Am thirty two. i CAn vAguEly rEmEmBEr thE BrightnEss oF sunshinE AnD whAt Color rED is. it woulD BE wonDErFul to sEE AgAin, But A CAlAmity CAn Do strAngE things to pEoplE. it oCCurrED to mE thE othEr DAy thAt i might not hAvE ComE to lovE liFE As i Do iF i hADn’t BEEn Blin
D、i BEliEvE in liFE now. i Am not so surE thAt i woulD hAvE BEliEvED in it so DEEply, othErwisE. i Don’t mEAn thAt i woulD prEFEr to go without my EyEs. i simply mEAn thAt thE loss oF thEm mADE mE ApprECiAtE thE morE whAt i hAD lEFt.
liFE, i BEliEvE, Asks A Continuous sEriEs oF ADjustmEnts to rEAlity. thE morE rEADily A pErson is ABlE to mAkE thEsE ADjustmEnts, thE morE mEAningFul his own privAtE worlD BEComEs. thE ADjustmEnt is nEvEr EAsy. i wAs BEwilDErED AnD AFrAi
D、But i wAs luCky. my pArEnts AnD my tEAChErs sAw somEthing in mE—A potEntiAl to livE, you might CAll it—whiCh i DiDn’t sEE, AnD thEy mADE mE wAnt to Fight it out with BlinDnEss.
thE hArDEst lEsson i hAD to lEArn wAs to BEliEvE in mysElF. thAt wAs BAsiC、iF i hADn’t BEEn ABlE to Do thAt, i woulD hAvE CollApsED 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 simply thE kinD oF sElF ConFiDEnCE thAt hElps mE Down An unFAmiliAr stAirCAsE AlonE. thAt is pArt oF it.But i mEAn somEthing BiggEr thAn thAt: An AssurAnCE thAt i Am, DEspitE impErFECtions, A rEAl, positivE pErson; thAt somEwhErE in thE swEEping, intriCAtE pAttErn oF pEoplE thErE is A spECiAl plACE whErE i CAn mAkE mysElF Fit.
it took mE yEArs to DisCovEr AnD strEngthEn this AssurAnCE. it hAD to stArt with thE most ElEmEntAry things. onCE A mAn gAvE mE An inDoor BAsEBAll. i thought hE wAs moCking mE AnD i wAs hurt. "i CAn’t usE this." i sAi
D、"tAkE it with you," hE urgED mE, "AnD roll it Aroun
D、" thE worDs stuCk in my hEA
D、"roll it ArounD! "By rolling thE BAll i CoulD hEAr whErE it wEnt. this gAvE mE An iDEA how to AChiEvE A goAl i hAD thought impossiBlE: plAying BAsEBAll.At philADElphiA’s ovErBrook sChool For thEBlinD 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 rEACh thEm, onE At A timE. i hAD to lEArn my limitAtions. it wAs no gooD to try For somEthing i knEw At thE stArt wAs wilDly out oF rEACh BECAusE thAt only invitED thE BittErnEss oF FAilurE. i woulD FAil somEtimEs AnywAy But on thE AvErAgE i mADE progrEss.
wE CAn lEArn From thE BEginning oF thE pAssAgE thAt
A、thE Author lost his sight BECAusE oF A CAr CrAsh.
B．thE Author woulDn’t lovE liFE iF thE DisAstEr DiDn’t hAppEn.
C．thE DisAstEr mADE thE Author ApprECiAtE whAt hE hA
D、
D、thE DisAstEr strEngthEnED thE Author’s DEsirE to sE