My brother Joe liked driving cars. He was especially1speed. It was enough to make Mother2.
As a little boy, Joe would often say to me, "Sister, when I am old enough to drive my own car, I will fly so fast that angels will run scared." With a big grin(咧嘴笑), he would3the scene. I could have told him it would4happen. But I didn't tell him that.
Joe was born blind. But he could5like anyone. I didn't want to be the one to6Joe's dreams. 7would do that for him, soon enough. Up to then, didn't he8his happiness?
Growing up is a9between disappointment and surprise, a compromise between dreams and the reality. When Joe was 12, I think he knew he would never get a license(驾照). As with the other hard facts of life, he seemed to accept it without question or sadness, as if it were10more than a card drawn at random(随机地).
One hot summer day when he was 16, Joe, with the help of a stick, found his way to my stepfather's car. He felt the heat of the11, opened the door and climbed in. Under the seat, he discovered 6 cans of beer. And he drank all. He found the keys, shouted, "Hooweeee!" and12it up.
I have heard various versions(版本) of this story. They all13this: the car's engine 14. My mother fainted. My stepfather rushed outside.
15, for everyone, the Ford didn't move an inch. But to this day, Joe still swears(发誓) that when he found those keys and fired that old engine up, he heard the angels.
