One winter nine years ago, I 1 at a homeless shelter in Los Angeles, preparing meals for people. There I met Albert, who said he liked my socks. "Want to see mine?" he asked, lifting his 2. He was bare foot. He said he had been hoping to get a pair but had never made it. I felt a 3feeling in my stomach.
The next day, after work, I went to buy socks — about $100 4. That next morning, 5my alarm for 5 a.m. and drove to the local park, a common destination for 6 people.
It was still dark out. I took out a bag of socks and 7a group of men, standing around a tree, 8with cold. When I handed each of them a pair of socks, they looked confused at first, 9my motives (动机), but took them.
An hour later, I 10all the socks. Most people were sleeping. I felt like Santa. When they would wake up, they would find a very meaningful present .Every week I'll hand out many socks. If I'm away for more than a week, I will bring socks with me and hand them out to the homeless in other states and countries.
In the past years, this has become my habit. It's 11, I suppose, and it's incredibly 12to help make some people's 13 a little bit easier. Part of me hopes to see Albert out there, but 14, I don't, I'd like to think one of the pairs will 15him.
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