Several years ago, my wife and I went to the University of Hawaii to do research for a new book. We stayed at a1seaside hotel, ate a delicious meal, and slept deeply on our first night. The next morning, we decided not to eat2and headed out in the morning rush hour. After several3lights, we were still far away from the crossing. Then we4behind a big yellow school bus. It was warm. Our windows were down, so we could hear the joyful5of the children on the bus, but we were6and unhappy.
Then we noticed a young man7on the muddy ground with a cardboard(硬纸板) 8on his knees. It was too far away to read the lettering, but we supposed it was a cry for9because of an unknown situation in which he found himself. He looked pretty10. He clearly didn't have money.
Suddenly, he got up, put his sign on the ground and11toward the school bus. As he got near, a little girl12with a brown paper lunch bag in her13As the stranger came closer, she14him the bag. There was no15so we could hear no words16 but he took the bag and very17kissed her little hand. Then he went back to his place where he had sat, the light18, and we slowly moved forward. We could see the19on his face.
I am ninety-four years old now, and there are few moments in my life that have20me more than that little hand giving a total stranger her lunch bag.
