She used to sleep on the sidewalk of the Fifth Street Post Office. I could1 her before I didn't see her. She wore2 clothes and her mouth was nearly toothless. I seldom saw her talk with others If she was not3 ， she talked to herself I always had sympathy(同情) for her. What a poor old 4 ! She must be lonely and hungry because nobody cared about her.
One Thanksgiving, we had lots of food left over. I thought about the old lady. She might be still5 . So I packed the food up and6 over to the Fifth Street. It was a cold night. There was7 anyone out. But I knew she would stay at the8 place and I would find her easily.
She sat against a fence near the post office. She was dressed9 she always was. I drove my car over to her, rolled(摇) down the window and said, "I've10 you some food. Would you like some turkey and apple pie?" However, the old woman didn't seem to be very11 about this. She looked at me and said quite clearly, "Oh, thank you very much, but12 gave me food earlier and I'm quite full now. Maybe there were people in hungry. Why don't you take it to someone else who13 it?"
Her words were14 and her manners were gracious(亲切的) and gentle. Soon her head sank into her arm again. I was the only person who didn't15 what to say. It impressed me a lot that the people who make a difference in our life are the ones that care for others. An old lady who was clearly down on her luck still thought about others. Why don't more of us do that?
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