单选题
As far back as I can remember, the glass jar (36) on the floor beside the small (37) in my parents' room. Dad would (38) his pockets and put his coins into the (39) every day. As a small boy, I was always (40) to hear the sounds the coins made (41) they were dropped into the jar. I used to sit on the floor in front of the jar and (42) the copper and silver circles shining when the sun poured through the window. When the jar was (43) , Dad would sit at the table in their room and count the coins. Every time as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me (44) . "Those coins are going to keep you (45) what I am doing at the coal mine, son. You're going to do better than me. This old coal mine town's not going to (46) you back. " No matter how (47) things got at home, Dad (48) to drop his coins into the jar. (49) during the summer when Dad got laid off (解雇) from the coal mine and Mama had to (50) dried beans for dinner several times a week, no money was taken from the jar. The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I noticed that the glass jar had been (51) . I felt sad as I (52) the spot (位置) beside the table. My dad was a man of few words and never lectured me on the (53) of determination and faith. The jar had (54) me all these values far more powerfully than the most flowery of (55) could have done. In my mind, it showed, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me.