Last summer I was a volunteer at a shelter for the homeless, a place for homeless people to sleep at night. I wasn't working that summer and was1only two classes in summer school, so I had some free time.
Three nights a week, I helped in the kitchen of the shelter along with other four volunteers. We planned and2hot meals of vegetables, chicken, fish and fruit for 45 people. The homeless people needed this good food because many of them usually don't eat well. They were very grateful.
I3this volunteer work very much and made4with the four volunteers in the kitchen. One was a very nice elderly housewife, one a movie actor, another a young teacher, and the other a college student, like me.
I talked to a lot of the homeless people at the shelter. Their life stories filled me with sympathy. Some of them had5with alcohol or drugs while others only had bad luck. One woman worked for almost 30 years for a small company, and then she lost her6. She looked for a new job, but couldn't find one, as she was too7. She could do nothing but sell her furniture — sofas, chairs, and tables so that she could pay for her 8.The woman went on job hunting, but she still couldn't find one. She had no money for her9and had to sleep in her car. Then she had to sell her car. Alone, 10, and homeless, she finally came to the shelter.
