In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life,
Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was
working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It"s been so long since I thought of him. I"m sorry, but I honestly
thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn"t forget you. Every time I saw him he"d ask how you were doing. He"d reminisce(回
忆) about the many days you spent over "his side of the fence" as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man"s
influence in your life," she said.
"He"s the one who taught me carpentry. I wouldn"t be in this business if it weren"t for him. He spent
a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important… Mom, I"ll be there for the funeral," Jack
said.
Busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser"s funeral
was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next
door one more time, which was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture,
every piece of furniture… Jack stopped suddenly.
"What"s wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a
thousand times what was inside. All he"d ever tell me was "the thing I value most"," Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box,
He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.
"Now, I"ll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said sadly.
Returning to his office the next day, he found a package on his desk. The return address caught his
attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack tore open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack"s hands shook as he
read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It"s the thing I valued
most in my life. " A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, and tears filling his eyes, Jack
carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers
slowly over the fine cover, he opened it.
Inside he found these words carved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser. "
" Oh, My God! This is the thing he valued most…Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called
his assistant and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
B. Jack"s mother was grateful to Mr. Belser.
C. Before his mother"s call, Jack often thought of Mr. Belser.
D. Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams.
B. Jack was too busy with his business and family to think about Mr. Belser.
C. Jack was too busy realizing his dreams to think about Mr. Belser.
D. His present busy life washed away his childhood memories.
B. Mr. Belser"s funeral would take place on Wednesday
C. Mr. Belser had asked for Jack"s mailing address
D. Mr. Belser had pleasant memories of their time together
B. Because he had no children or relatives.
C. Because he thought he had to keep his word.
D. Because Jack had always wanted it during his childhood.
B. He had promised to spare more time to stay with his son.
C. He had missed his son and his family for days.
D. He came to realize the importance of the time with his family.
B. What He Valued Most
C. An Old Gold Watch
D. The Lost Childhood Days
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Mr. Davis? I"m sorry to have kept you waiting." James suddenly __19_ that he had gone home after all.
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a house behind you. What are you doing there? You aren"t a soldier. You aren"t 1 carrying a gun.
You"re standing in front of a 2 and you"re telling the TV 3 what is happening.
It"s all in a day"s work for a war reporter, and it can be very 4 . In the first two years of the
5 in former Yugoslavia(前南斯拉夫, 28 reporters and photographers were killed. Hundreds
more were 6 . What kind of people put themselves in danger to 7 pictures to our TV screens
and 8 to our newspapers? Why do they do it?
"I think it"s every young journalist"s 9 to be a foreign reporter," says Michael Nicholson, "that"s
10 you find the excitement. So when the first opportunity comes, you take it 11 it is a war."
But there are moments of 12 . Jeremy Bowen says, "Yes ,when you"re lying on the ground and
bullets(子弹)are flying 13 your ears, you think: "What am I doing here? I"m not going to do this
again." But that feeling 14 after a while and when the next war starts, you"ll be 15 ."
"None of us believes that we"re going to 16 ," adds Michael. But he always 17 a lucky charm
(护身符)with him. It was given to him by his wife for his first war. It"s a card which says "Take care
of yourself." Does he ever think about dying? "Oh, 18 , and every time it happens you look to the
sky and say to God, "If you get me out of this, I 19 I"ll never do it again." You can almost hear God
20 , because you know he doesn"t believe you."
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Some years ago on a hot summer day in south Florida a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry he dived into the cool water and flew into the water, not 1 that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator(美洲鳄) was swimming toward the 2 . His mother, looking out the window in the house, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter(完全的) fear, she ran toward the water, yelling to her son as 3 as she could. Hearing her voice, the little boy became 4 and made a return to swim to his mother. It was too late. Just as he reached her, the alligator 5 him. From the dock(码头), the mother grabbed her little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war(拔河) between the two. The alligator was much 6 than the mother, but the mother was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard her screams, raced from his truck, took aim and 7 the alligator. Remarkably(出乎意外地), after weeks in hospital, the little boy 8 . His legs were 9 scarred by the attack of the animal and, on his arms, were deep scratches where his mother"s fingernails dug into his flesh in her effort to hang on to the son she loved. The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy later asked if he would show him his 10 . The boy lifted his legs. And then, with obvious 11 , he said to the reporter, “But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my mom wouldn"t let go.” You and I can identify(感同身受) with the 12 . We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, or anything quite so dramatic. But, the scars of a 13 past. Some of those scars are unsightly(难看 的) and have caused us deep 14 . But, some , my friend, are because God has 15 to let go. In the midst of your struggle, he"s been there holding on to you. | |||||||||||||||||
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