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I was fifteen months old, a happy, carefree kid until the day I fell．It was a bad fall．I landed on a glass rabbit which cut my eye badly enough to blind it．Trying to save the eye, the doctors stitched the eyeball together where it was cut, leaving a big ugly scar in the middle of my eye．And as I grew, this sightless eye in so many ways controlled me．
Yet Mama would say to me, at every turn, Hold your head up high and face the world． It became a litany that I relied on．She had started when I was young．She would hold me in her arms and stroke my hair and say, If you hold your head up high, it will be okay, and people will see your beautiful soul． She continued this message whenever I wanted to hide．
Those words have meant different things to me over the years．As a little child, I thought Mama meant; Be careful or you will fall down or bump into something because you are not looking． As an a dolescent, even though I tended to look down to hide my shame, I found that sometimes when I held my head up high and let people know me, they lilted me．My mama’s words helped me begin to realize that by letting people look at my face, I let them recognize the intelligence and beauty behind both eyes even if they couldn’t see it on the surface．
In high school I was successful both academically and socially．I was even elected class president, but on the inside I still felt like a freak．Ail I really wanted was to look like everyone else．When things got really bad, I would cry to my mama and she would look at me with loving eyes and say, Hold your head up high and face the world．Let them see the beauty that is inside．
When I met the man who became my partner for life, we looked each other straight in the eye, and he told me I was beautiful inside and out．He meant it．My mama’s love and encouragement were the spark that gave me the confidence to overe my own doubt．I had faced adversity, encountered my problems head on, and learned not only to appreciate myself but to have deep passion for others．
Hold your head up high, has been heard many times in my home．Each of my children has felt its invitation．The gift my mama gave me lives on in another generation．
【小题1】How did the writer have her eyes hurt?A．She was attacked by a glass rabbit．B．Her eyes were hurt by accident．C．The doctor made a mistake．D．A serious illness blinded her．【小题2】When she heard her mother told her to hold her head up high for the first time, she    ．A．didn’t fully understand these wordsB．was greatly encouraged and movedC．was puzzled by these wordsD．was surprised by these words【小题3】Why did the writer still feel unhappy when she was successful both academically and socially?A．Because she was not satisfied with what she has．B．Because she thought she could have done better．C．Because she wanted to live a normal life．D．Because she really wanted to be different．【小题4】What is the point of the story?A．A mother’s love for a daughter is a treasure．B．One should not be controlled by others．C．The real beauty is inside out．D．Where there is a will．there is a way．B