A gentleman lost his family when young. He was homeless and went to the
local1every day. Although the church never let him in, they left one of the windows 2 so he could hear mass (弥撒曲). It gave him 3and comfort. Many times we would bring him into our home for a hot shower, or a hot meal. Those were the times when his eyes lit up, almost like he4 everything he was going through.
Every winter I would get nervous for him and other5people. I would take blankets and gloves to hand out. It never felt like 6 . This winter was the 7 . One night, concerned about our friend, I headed out with warm food and extra blankets. I found our friend's 8 but didn't hear a sound. Worried, I opened the tent and was 9 by what I saw. Another elder gentleman that was new to town was sleeping10 under a pile of blankets. Our friend had 11 him with all of the blankets to keep him 12 . Our friend sacrificed himself so another fellow human could 13 a cold night.
Our friend was buried in our local cemetery (墓地). The only people that 14 were our town's few homeless people, my husband, my dogs and me. No matter how many blankets I buy, it will never be enough, but it's 15 the whole society should make efforts.
