The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
—Eleanor Roosevelt
My hometown was a place of great beauty and agricultural richness, as well as a place of war and natural disasters. When I was only fourteen years old, I was filled with 1 in spite of the terrible surroundings. The families living here, who tried to make their living from the land, 2 great losses. I felt sorry especially for the children, but I 3to be hopeless. I decided wherever I was, I would do 4 to help them. I began knocking on every door and saying to each person who 5 the door, "I know that you are 6 and give the birds that come to your yard a little 7 . Please consider me your bird. Give me only a handful of rice each week when I come to your 8 . I will take it to the place where it can be given to the 9 children."
No one seemed to 10 giving me a handful of rice, even when they had little themselves. On Sunday, I would 11 my handfuls of rice to the children.
One day, I came to a house where an old lady lived. I told my story and asked if I could be her bird. The woman called her daughters, and 12 gave me fifty cents, as well as a handful of rice! I began to13 change and rice from other "bird feeders", and they gave them to me. Everyone was 14 to help those who were suffering, even only in this small way. "Consider me your bird."
My childish idea didn't stop the war, but anyway, it was 15 some peace.
