单选题
I lost my sight when I was four years old by falling
off a box car in a freight yard in Atlantic City and landing on my head. 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 blind. 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 afraid. 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 said. "Take it with you,"
he urged me, "and roll it around." The words stuck in my head. "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 the Blind 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.
单选题
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 had
D. the disaster strengthened the author's desire to see