This is a story of a man who works in a big factory.I have seen him for years，but I've never paid any /ə'tenʃn/ to him.He was a little bit weird.He always woreold red hat and carried a rubbish bag.He usually spent his break time and his lunchtime（walk） around in that old big factory and collecting used tins.
One day，I was fixing one of the （ break） machines in the factory when this " tin man " came with his bag.As usual，he picked the tins.My manager was standing there watching me.
When I finished my job，I（ hear） my manager ask the " tin man " about what he was going to do with those tins he had collected.I never even /θɔ：t/ about this kind of question，because I always assumed（推断） that"tin man"would take those tins to the recycling center.
Unexpectedly，" tin man " answered，"I will give these tins to my .He has epilepsy（癫痫） and can't work."
I was so （surprise） to hear that，so I asked him，" You mean you collect all those tins just to help your neighbor？"
"I know this does not help much，"he said."But I give everything to him，because he can't work.He needs help."
It was the most beautiful moment in my life.It has made me feel humble（谦卑的） every day /sɪns/ then.
