完形填空
It was a cold winter morning.Half asleep at the train station, I stared into the distance, 1 for the train to take me to my 2 in Boston.The world was quiet.The very few people were in the street bar, 3 their coffee and chatting..
Reaching into my pocket as the 4 was approaching, my numb hand searched for the $20 bill to pay my fare.The pocket was 5 !I searched through my bag and then I felt 6 .Unless the money dropped from the sky, I'd be 7 there.
“What's the matter?” A short, elderly man stood before me.
“Oh, nothing…Well, I 8 my money and now I can't pay for the ticket.I'm going to 9 my math class and the train is leaving.”
“Here, use this.”
The man held a $20 bill.I looked up, 10 .People just didn't do that any more.Everyone worried about their own 11 , rarely stopping to think about others, especially teenage strangers.
“Thank you, but no, I can't.”
“ 12 it-go!” The man pushed me 13 the train.I bought a round-trip ticket, and he refused the change I 14 to give him back.I did not know what to say-a million thoughts raced through my mind, yet I stood 15 .
For the train ride I was silent.I began to see the world through 16 eyes.That man made a difference with such a simple 17 .
A week later I was at the train station again, with an extra$20 18 I saw the man.And there he was.
“Excuse me, sir, I believe I owe you this.” I 19 the money into his hand.
Failing to refuse, he said, “Just remember to do the same for someone in your shoes some day.” I smiled, 20 .
The elderly man is my hero.For many, heroes are famous, but my hero is a giving stranger who taught me a lesson in life.I will never forget his kindness.