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新视野大学英语3 读写教程第二版课文原文

Unit1_passage :My brother, Jimmy, did not get enough oxygen during a difficult delivery, leing him with brain damage, and two years later I was born.

新视野大学英语3课本电子版 新视野大学英语3课本电子版单词

新视野大学英语3课本电子版 新视野大学英语3课本电子版单词

急求新视野大学英语（第二版）3的课文原文

Unit1_passage :My brother, Jimmy, did not get enough oxygen during a difficult delivery, leing him with brain damage, and two years later I was born.

Since then, my life revolved around my brother's.

Accompanying my growing up was always "go out and play and take your brother with you".

I couldn't go anywhere without him, so I urged the neighborhood kids to come to my house for some out-of-control kid-centered fun.

My mother taught Jimmy practical things like how to brush his te or put on a belt.

My father, a saint, simply held the house toger with his patience and understanding.

I was in charge outside where I administered just by tracking down the parents of the kids who picked on my brother, and ling on them.

My father and Jimmy were inseparable.

They ate breakfast toger and on weekdays drove off to the ny shipping center ry morning where they both worked—Jimmy unloaded color-coded boxes.

At night after dinner, they would talk and play s late into the ning.

They n whistled the same tunes.

So when my father died of a heart attack in 19, Jimmy was a wreck, beneath his careful disguise.

He was simply in dielief.

Usually very agreeable, he now quit speaking altoger and no amount of words could penetrate the vacant expression he wore on his face.

I hired someone to live with him and drive him to work, but no matter how much I tried to make things stay the same, n Jimmy grasped that the world he'd known was gone.

One day I asked, "You miss Dad, don't you?"

His lips quivered and then he asked, "What do you think, Margaret? He was my best friend."

Our tears began to flow.

My mother died of lung cancer six months later and I alone was left to look after Jimmy.

He didn't adjust to going to work without my father right away, so he came and lived with me in New York City for a while.

He went wherr I went and seemed to adjust pretty well.

Still, Jimmy longed to live in my parents' house and work at his old job and I pledged to him return.

Eventually, I was able to work it out.

He has lived there for 11 years now with many different caretakers and blossomed on his own.

He has become essential to the neighborhood.

When you he any mail to be picked up or your dog needs walking, he is your man.

My mother was right, of course: It was sible to he a home with room for both his limitations and my ambitions.

In fact, caring for someone who loves as deeply and appreciates my efforts as much as Jimmy does has enriched my life more than anything else r could he.

This hit home a few days after the September 11th disaster on Jimmy's 57th birthday.

I had a party for him in my home in New York, but none of our family could join us because trel was difficult and they were still reckoning with the sheer terror the disaster had brought.

I called on my faithful friends to make it a merry and festive occasion, ignoring the fact that most of them were emotionally drained and exhausted.

Instead of the customary "No gifts, please", I shouted, "Gifts! Please!"

My friends—people Jimmy had come to know over the years—brought the ideal presents: country music CDs, a sweatshirt, one leather belt with "J-I-M-M-Y" on it, a knitted wool hat and a cowboy costume.

The ning led up to the gifts and then the chocolate cake from his forite bakery, and of course the ceremony wasn't complete without the singing.

A thousand times Jimmy asked, "Is it time for the cake yet?"

After dinner and the gifts Jimmy could no longer be restrained.

He anxiously waited for the candles to be lit and then blew them out with one long breath as we all sang "Happy Birthday".

Jimmy wasn't satisfied with our effort, though.

He jumped up on the chair and stood erect pointing both index fingers into the air to conduct us and yelled, "One... more... time!"

We sang with all of the energy left in our souls and when we were finished he put both his thu up and shouted, "That was super!"

We had wanted to let him know that no matter how difficult things got in the world, there would always be people who cared about him.

We ended up reminding ourselves instead.

For Jimmy, the love with which we sang was a welcome bonus, but mostly he had just wanted to see ryone else happy again.

Just as my father's death had changed Jimmy's world overnight, September 11th changed our lives; the world we'd known was gone.

But, as we sang for Jimmy and held each other tight afterward praying for peace around the world, we were reminded that the constant love and support of our friends and family would get us through whatr life might present.

The simplicity with which Jimmy had reconciled rything for us should not he been surprising.

There had nr been any limitations to what Jimmy's love could accomplish.