Feeling quite hopeless, Jack walked on the streets, knowing he came to the end of life. In his fifties, Jack had never been married, experienced the happiness of having children or spent holidays with his family. On this sad rainy night, he felt that there was1in the whole world cared whether he lived or died.
At that time I was sitting in my room watching the rain2 my window. When I heard the doorbell ring, I jumped from my chair and ran out. But my mother was already at the3. Opening it, she saw a very dirty-looking man with tears falling down his face. My mother, always 4 and warm-hearted, invited the man inside, and he sat with my parents in our living room.
Wondering what the man looked like, I walked 5secretly. The man, holding his head in his hands and crying, made my heart ache. I ran back upstairs and took out my only half-dollar coin. Then I walked right into the living room. The three 6looked at me in surprise as I quickly made my way over the stranger. I put the half-dollar in his hand and gave him a7. Running back upstairs, I felt excited but happy.
Downstairs, Jack sat quietly with tears falling down his face as he tightly held that coin. Finally 8my parents, he said, "I thought nobody cared. For the last twenty years, I have been so 9. That is the first hug I have ever got. It's hard to believe that somebody10. "
Jack's life changed that night. When he left our house, he didn't want to die but to 11. We never saw Jack again, 12we received letters from him from time to time, letting us know that he was doing fine.
My life changed that night, too, as I 13 the power of giving a hug, although it's only a gift of fifty cents. Before Jack left, my parents asked him 14 he had knocked on our door. Jack said that when he'd walked along the streets that rainy night,15and ready to die, he had noticed a sticker on the car. It read: SOMEBODY LOVES YOU.
