1. (2020·滨海模拟) 完形填空

    How can I forget the day? On 14 July 1974 I travelled in an overcrowded bus to an unheard town called Shendurni. The next day, I was to join the faculty of a junior college there.1about my new job, but anxious and fearful too, I was out of my2zone. Around 7 p.m. it started pouring with rain. Wondering about my new career in an unknown land, I had3in my seat. I woke up with a(n)4to the sound of the conductor announcing the name of my bus stop. I looked out. It was pitch-dark. Ah, a power cut.5 unusual during heavy rains. "Conductor Sahab, can I get a 6 for myself here? I'm new to the place," I heard myself ask 7. "Are bhai, get off my bus and let us go. We8to reach the next station on time. Where will you get a place to stay in this goddamned town?" he shouted back. Amid mounting panic, I felt a 9 tap on my shoulder. As I looked back, a warm smile 9me. "I'm Sawant, from the next town. The bus11there for the night and returns tomorrow morning. Why don't you buy a ticket for the next stop? You can spend the night at my place, and join work tomorrow." I thanked him from my heart and accepted his12. By the time the bus reached the final stop, it was 8:30 p.m. The kind soul led me to his house. He and his wife took great13to make my stay comfortable. I was 14 with warm water for a bath, followed by a hot15 and a comfortable bed. All this took place in semi-darkness. No lights yet. I was up early the next morning and my benefactor (恩人) came to16me off. I could not see his face clearly, as it was 17dark. I made it18the college in time and taught there for almost 11 years. All this while I19him, even asking my new friends and students to help find the kind soul. But Mr Sawant remained20. Perhaps I had got his name wrong. My only regret: I could not thank him again.