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The Flying Boy
Ever since he was little, Brian wanted to learn how to fly. He flew kites and maneuvered a remote control airplane in the field behind his house. Once he rode in an airplane to visit his grandparents. But these were pale imitations of what Brian saw birds accomplish every day. Brian wanted to fly without aid of gadgets or engines.
So Brian, who was thin and wore thick glasses, studied aerodynamics and dreamed at night about birds in flight. He studied Leonardo da Vinci’s drawings. No sense reinventing the helicopter, he figured.
Once, Brian jumped off the roof of his family’s garage. He fastened a cape from an old Halloween costume around his slender neck, thinking the wind might give him just enough lift. “I really thought I could do it,” he told his mother when he got back from the hospital, his broken arm resting limp in its sling.
“No more flying, Brian,” she warned nervously. But she said it in a nice way.
His brother was not so kind. “You’re deluding yourself. Everyone knows people can’t fly. Not like birds, anyway. Why this is such a necessity anyway?”
But Brian knew his brother was wrong.
Two years after he broke his arm in his well-intentioned but misguided flight, Brian saw an advertisement in the local paper for hang gliding lessons. He had saved up his allowance and some money he’d earned from his paper route. Somehow he convinced his parents to let him spend the $200 on lessons.
As Brian stood at the cliff’s edge and looked out over the valley below, he was only slightly disappointed that his first flight would be with an experienced glider’s help. They would fly together in a double-harnessed tandem glider. The instructor assured Brian he’d soon learn to fly solo.
When they first took off, Brian’s stomach swooped and his heart raced. Soon he was soaring like a bird and his fears vanished. It was quiet this far above Earth. He’d never felt so close to the clouds. His brother, it turned out, had been wrong. Brian turned his freckled face into the wind and looked down upon the tow where he lived. It seemed very small and very far away.
14. Why do you think Brian was successful, even after he fell and broke his arm?
A. he is not a good listener
14. Why do you think Brian was successful, even after he fell and broke his arm?
A. he is not a good listener
B. he is determined
C. he is stubborn
D. he is mad at himself
C. he is stubborn
D. he is mad at himself
What is B.he is determined