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She used to sleep on the sidewalk of the
Fifth Street Post Office. I could smell her before I came close. She wore dirty
clothes and her mouth was nearly toothless. I hardly saw her talk with others.
If she was not asleep, she talked to herself. I always had sympathy for her.
What a poor old lady! She must be desperate (感到绝望的)and
hungry.
One Thanksgiving, we had lots of food left
over. I thought about the old lady. She might be still hungry. So I packed the
food up and drove over to the Fifth Street.
It was a cold night. There was hardly
anyone out. But I knew she would stay at the same place and I would find her
easily.
There she was, squatted against a fence
near the post office. She was dressed as she always was.
I drove my car over to her, rolled down the
window and said, "I've brought you some food. Would you like some turkey
and apple pie?"
However, the old woman didn't seem to be
very excited about this. She looked at me and said quite clearly, "Oh, thank
you very much, but someone has given me food earlier and I'm quite full now.
Why don't you take it to someone else who needs it?"
Her words were clear and her manners were
gracious. Soon her head sank into her arms again. I was the only person who didn't
know what to say. An old lady who was clearly down on her luck still thought
about others. Why don't more of us do that?