"Can you take me golfing sometimes?" my 13-year-old son asked. I had a bathroom to remodel . I wanted to say no. "Sure," I said."What did you have in mind ?" "Well, maybe you could, like, pick up Jared and me after school on Friday and take us out to Oakway." "Sounds good." Friday came. In front of the school, Ryan and Jared piled in. Ryan looked confused. "What's with the golf hat, Dad ?" he asked It was, I thought, a silly question, like asking a diver: "What's with the swim fins ?" "Well, I thought we were going to play some golf." There was a strange pause. "Uh, you're going, too ?" He asked. Suddenly, it struck me that I hadn't been invited. Thirteen years of parenting flashed before my eyes. All these memories sped by in about two seconds, leaving me about three seconds to reply. I had to say something. I wanted to say this: "How could you do this to me? We have always been a team." But I said: "Me? Play? No. You know I'm up to my ears in the remodel project." We drove on in silence for a few moments. "So, how are you planning to play for this?" I asked, my wounnded ego reaching for the dagger "Uh, could you loan me $7?" Oh, I get it. He doesn't want me, but he'll gladly take my money. "No problem, " I said. I dropped him and Jared off, wished them luck, and headed for home. Life would never be the same. I walked in the door. "What are you doing home?" my wife asked. "I wasn't invited." I replied. Another one of those strange pauses came. Then my wife laughed. Out loud. At first, I was hurt. Then I, too, laughed. I went back to the bathroom remodel and realized that this is what life is all about: change. A few hours later, I heard Ryan walk in the front door. "Dad," he said, "My game stinks . Can you take me golfing sometime ? I need some help." I wanted to hug him and shout: "I'm still needed!" Instead, I got one of those serious-dad looks on my face and said: "Sure, Ry, anytime." What kind of father is the author according to the article ? A) He is so strict with his children that they are afraid of him B) He loves his children, but is not good at communicating with them C) He is always ready to help his children, but also respects their independence D) He spends little time with his children because he is so busy at work
C
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Two days ago I was woken up at 1 am. My roommate stood at the door (she was returning from a club) along with a huge middle-aged man with long hair. "Please let him in," she told me, "He has been locked out of his apartment." She had seen him, cold and shivering (it had snowed the previous night) and immediately asked him to sleep at our place. He was a law student in his fifties who had been doing his homework at the Laundromat when he found he had left his keys in his house. I have never had a strange man sleep in my house before. My roommate and I are both less than 5 feet and we have been asked not to speak to strangers since we were kids. Not to mention that we're in a new city that we have lived in for less than a month. He accepted our kindness with hesitation and as soon as dawn broke he left. The next day he came to our house, saying he owed us big time for not being frozen out in the cold. He left us a beautiful card saying--"Thank you so much. Your actions are so sincere." Later he cooked us a wonderful simple "thank you" dinner over which he told us about his life (a coach, a guide, a law student). He told us how he was completely touched by our concern for a total stranger. I learnt a lot that evening. As he talked about how once he brought a homeless man in to eat Christmas dinner with his family, I was deeply touched. My roommate taught me a huge lesson: Let go of your fear; always leave the door of compassion open and you can never go wrong. The next day the man went back to the writer's house to _ . A) tell them he was OK B) give them nice cards C) show his thanks to them D) show he was really lucky
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C
Spring is a wonderful season to celebrate rebirth and new life. The long, cold winter is over. The weather is warmer and sunnier. The trees again have leaves and the flowers are blooming. The season represents hope, joy and beauty. At this time, many people think of this classical music piece -- Spring, which shows happiness. Italian composer Antonio Vivaldi wrote it in the seventeen hundred. However, not all songs about spring are happy. This song written and sung by K.D. Lang is about dreaming of spring in cold dark places. She recorded I Dream of Spring in 2008. Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein wrote It Might as Well Be Spring for the movie State Fair in 1945. Frank Sinatra sings it. It is a feeling of restlessness or excitement brought on by the coming of spring. Richard Rodgers also wrote Spring Is Here, this time with Lorenz Hart. Ella Fitzgerald sings this song about feeling lonely during this season. Frank Loesser wrote the sad song, Spring Will be a Little Late This Year. Why has the season been delayed? Because the singer's lover has left her. Sarah Vaughn released her version of the song in 1953. By now you may be thinking, "Enough with the sad songs, already!" Ok, then how about a cowboy song? Gene Autry was one of America's most famous singing cowboys. He recorded When It's Springtime in the Rockies in 1937. And finally, we'll leave you with a sunny song called Up Jumped Spring. Freddie Hubbard wrote this jazz song in 1977 and Billy Taylor Trio performs it. It Might as Well Be Spring is a song that _ . A) is also called State Fair B) is sung by Ella Fitzgerald C) has a lonely feeling D) was written by two people
D