When I was 18, I was working in a small town about 270 km away from Sydney, Australia. I was looking forward to having five days off from duty.1, the only one train a day back to my home in Sydney had already left.
I waited by the side of the highway for three hours but 2 stopped for me. Finally, a man walked over and introduced himself3Gordon. He said that4 he couldn't give me a lift(便车), I could come to his restaurant near there for lunch. He noticed me standing for hours in the November heat and thought I must be5 . After lunch, he helped me find a lift home.
Twenty-five years later, while I was6to a nearby town one day, I saw an elderly man standing in the hot weather, trying to hitch(搭便车)a ride. I thought it was a(n) 7to repay someone for the help I'd got many years earlier. I pulled over and8 him up. I made him comfortable on the back seat and offered him some water.
After a few minutes of small talk, the man said to me, "You haven't9 a bit, even your red hair is still the same."
I couldn't remember where I'd met him. He then told me he was the man who had given me lunch and helped me find a 10all those years ago. It was Gordon.