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 DisAstEr 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 FElt hElplEss 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 pErCh 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 mAking Fun oF 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 AvErAgE i mADE progrEss.
By "A ChAir roCkEr on thE Front pErCh", thE writEr rEFErs to A pErson who ______.
A、sits on A roCking ChAir AnD Enjoys liFE.
B、is pArAlyzED AnD CAnnot movE
C、hAs lost thE will to strugglE AgAinst DiFFiCultiEs in liFE.
D、nEvEr lEAvEs his homE.