3.One afternoon I toured an art museum while waiting for my husband to finish a business meeting.A young couple ahead of me chattered nonstop between (33)themselves.I watched them a moment and decided she was doing all the talking.I admired his patience for putting up with her constant parade of words.(34)Disturbed/Having been disturbed(disturb) by their noise,I moved on.
I was standing at the counter of the museum gift shop making a purchase(35)whenthe couple approached the exit.Before they left,the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a white object.He extended it into a long cane and then tapped his way into the coatroom to get his wife's jacket.
"He's a brave man,"the clerk at the counter said."Most of us would give up (36)ifwe were blinded at such a young age.During his recovery,he made a vow his life wouldn't change.So,as before,he and his wife come in (37)wheneverthere's a new art show."
"But what does he get out of the art?"I asked."He can't see."
"You are wrong.He sees a lot.More than you or I do,"the clerk said."His wife describes each painting (38)so thathe can see it in his mind."
I learned something about patience,courage and love that day.I saw the patience of a young wife(39)describing(describe) paintings to a person without sight and the courage of a husband who would not allow blindness to alter his life.And I saw the(40)shared(share) between two people as I watched this couple walk away with their arms intertwined.