There is an old man who used to be very strange in our community. The first time I saw him running, he had something in his hands. I thought maybe it was a pair of gloves. But then, he slowed down, bent down and picked up a piece of paper. I soon realized there were all kinds of things in his hands.
This old man never talked to anyone, but he was always stopping to pick up litter. One day, we heard that the old man was hit by a car while running. We also learned the he could not speak English very well. That was why he didn't talk to anyone. One of the neighbors heard the news and decided to do something. She called the local newspaper and told them the old man's story.
The reporter then interviewed the old man with the help of a French translator. His name was Bruno Polanski. Mr. Polanski grew up in France, and there was no litter on the street. So when he first saw people drop litter, it really shocked him. He made up his mind to pick up the litter in the new country.
Later, our community decided that we would have a run every spring to pick up litter. We call it the "Polanski Run". That day, hundreds of kids walk around the community in groups, picking up litter. It has become one of our community's popular events.
