On a cold December morning, my mother and I were walking home from a pizza store. We were dressed warmly and equipped 1 the video we had been dying to watch. I was feeling a little 2 , as I was carrying our shopping bags of snacks and the video.
They were so heavy that I decided to 3 some things. So I started to walk towards the garbage can when I 4 a poor man walking his bike out of the restaurant in front of us. He held a paper bag with his dirty hand. He 5 over to another nearby garbage can and started 6 it.
I suddenly felt very 7. I knew this man would take all he could get, 8 I walked up to him and 9 the drink and some snacks over to him. The man, with lines on his face and wrinkles on his forehead, looked up in10 and took what I gave him.
A huge smile 11 across his face and this caused me to feel indescribable 12. I felt like I couldn't be 13 with myself, but then he said: "Wow, first someone gives me this sandwich, then this drink, and now some 14 food; this is my daughter's 15 day!"
He thanked me 16 and started off on his bike. I even heard him whistling a song as he rode away.
I now 17what is meant by the saying "giving is getting". Everyone in the world needs help, everyone can 18 help and everyone will be helped by showing 19.
The image of that man's happiness caused by my small gift appears in my mind every time I have the 20 to do something nice.
