There were so many lovely lemons in a nice basket, with a sign said:" Take some free lemons, please".
I took two of the lemons, smiling. The generous1 from my kind neighbor lifted my spirits. So I wrote a note of thanks, without referring my name.
The following week there was a letter in the local newspaper. It2 :" This season I had a lot of lemons and, 3 see them being wasted, I put them in a basket with a Take some please' notice. A few days later I4, a lovably handwritten note thanking me for the lemons no name. The note was completely5 I would like to thank this person for making me happy."
I knew this message was from my neighbor Grace. It warmed my heart. I never 6 simple exchange of kindness could result in such a wonderful experience for both of us. Since that day, every time I walked past the house, it would7 failed to cheer me up.
Then one day, a woman was outside the house and spoke on her phone, I heard her say,
"Mom would never want me to sell this house".
I asked." Excuse me, but is Grace OK?" She said," My mother8."
Shocked by this news, I said slowly," I'm so sorry for your loss." Then I was9 for words. To10 the silence, I told Grace's daughter the story of the lemons." So that was you! You'd be11 at how much it meant to her!" She said excitedly.
After that I got familiar with Grace's daughter, Sarah, and I developed a 12friendship with her. As Sarah had no13 to sell her parents' house, I decided to rent it.
I look after Grace's garden carefully. Every year, when the lemon tree produces its fruit, I put out a basket14 lemons and put with a sign. I just want to15 my neighbors to take some just as that Grace did.
