I passed a man on the way home from work one night a few years ago. He was walking staggeringly(蹒跚)along the road. I 1 wondering whether to stop and give him a 2 , at least down to a safer part of the road. Then the car behind me overtook me and I lost the courage to stop there as the road was so 3.
I couldn't be sure but he appeared to be quite 4. A truck turned 5 to avoid him at one point—he didn't appear to 6.
I pulled into a lay-by(停车带), a little way down the road, waiting for him to reach my car. He'd probably decline my 7 of a lift, or smell really bad or…a number of things 8my head while I waited.
Five minutes went by and I sat on. He approached my car. My windows were9down, and I asked him if he wanted a lift. He indicated that he was going to the next town, just out of my way, but not far enough to put me to10. So in he got.
"Sorry, I'm really drunk. I've been at a funeral(葬礼). I'm Ryan. "and he gave me his hand. I drove and we talked. He told me he'd just buried his uncle. He called me brother and offered me his cool sunglasses as 11. I refused and said the joy was in the12.
Three times along the way he told me," Whatever we put out there comes back to us. Something good will come to you for picking me up. "
I13him at the next crossroad. We shook 14 and said goodbye to each other. I felt as if I'd been 15 somehow. I think I have been.