Last week, I was stuck on a crosstown bus during rush hour. The bus was filled with cold, tired people1with one another. Two men barked at each other for an unintentional push. An elderly woman got on, and nobody2her a seat. Anger was in the air; no mercy(怜悯) could be found here.
As the bus3Seventh Avenue, the driver's words came from the4"Folks, " he said. "I know you've had a(n)5day and that you are depressed, but I will help out. When each of you walks by before getting off, 6your troubles into my palm(手掌). My7goes right by the Hudson River, into which I'll cast them. "
It seemed as if a spell(咒语) had been lifted. Everyone8laughing, their faces shining with9. The passengers who had been ignoring each other's existence were suddenly grinning(咧嘴笑) at each other—is this guy10?
At the next stop, just as11, the driver held out his hand, palm up, and waited. All the 12passengers performed the gesture of putting something into his palm. The driver13the same action at every stop that followed. Occasionally we may sink into a grey world, but someone can14it like a ray of light, showing us hope. What if we are the light? Actually, anyone possesses the15 to shine on others' dark days.
