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　　Twenty years ago, I drove a taxi for a living．One night I went to pick up a passenger at 2∶30 a. m．When I arrived to collect, I found the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window．

　　I walked to the door and knocked, “Just a minute,” answered a weak, elderly voice．

　　After a long pause, the door opened．A small woman in her eighties stood before me．By her side was a small suitcase．

　　I took the suitcase to the car, and then returned to help the woman．She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the car．

　　She kept thanking me for my kindness．"It's nothing,"　I told her．"I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated．"

　　"Oh, you're such a good man．"She said．When we got into the taxi, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

　　"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly．

　　"Oh, I'm in no hurry," she said．"I'm on my way to a hospice．I don't have any family left．The doctor says I don't have very long．

　　I quietly reached over and shut off the meter．

　　For the next two hours, we drove through the city．She showed me the building where she had once worked, the neighborhood where she had lived, and the furniture shop that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl．

　　Sometimes she'd ask me to slow down in front of a particular building and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing．

　　At dawn, she suddenly said, "I'm tired．Let's go now．"

　　We drove in silence to the address she had given me．

　　How much do I owe you?" she asked．

　　"Nothing．" I said．

　　You have to make a living," she answered．"Oh, there are other passengers," I answered．

　　Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug．She held onto me tightly．Our hug ended with her remark, "You gave an old woman a little moment of joy．"

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　　Nowadays, a hospital always manages to keep its beds full．This is good on the one hand, and it’s bad on 　　1　　 hand．

　　One day, I went to see a sick friend at the hospital．I first went to the 　　2　　 desk, where I could get a permit to visit the patient．

　　　　3　　 I could ask which room my friend was in, the lady set down my name, age, filled out a form and 　　4　　 a bell．I was just about to tell her what I was coming for when two men arrived with a wheelchair, 　　5　　 me in it and pushed me down the hall．

　　“I’m not 　　6　　,” I shouted．“I’m just looking for a friend．”

　　“When he comes,” one man said, “we’ll 　　7　　 him up to your room．”

　　In a minute I 　　8　　 myself in a small room．In no time they undressed me and covered some other things 　　9　　 me．One man said “If you need anything, press the button．”

　　“I want to get my 　　10　　 back．” I begged．

　　“Oh, you can 　　11　　 us,” a voice said, “Even if the 　　12　　 happens, we will see that your wife will get everything．” They left and locked the door 　　13　　 them．

　　I was trying to think of how to escape by the door when Dr．Ward came in with several of his 　　14　　．

　　“Thank God you finally came,” I said．

　　“It hurts that badly?” he asked．

　　“No, on the contrary, I am not ill 　　15　　．”

　　Dr．Ward looked 　　16　　．“If you don’t feel any pain, that means it’s much more 　　17　　 than we expected．” Then he turned to his students：“This is the most difficult kind of patient to deal with because he refuses to 　　18　　 that he is ill．　　19　　 he won’t tell us where it hurts, he will never be well again until we find the hurt out for 　　20　　 by doing exploratory surgery(手术探查)．”