Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus during rush hour. The bus was filled with cold, tired people 1 with one another. Two men 2 at each other for an unintentional push. An elderly woman got on, and nobody offered her a 3 . Anger was in the air; no 4 could be found here.
As the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver's words came from the speaker. "Folks," he said. "I know you've had a(n)5 day and that you are depressed, but I will 6 . When each of you walks by before getting off, drop your 7 into my palm(手掌). My route goes right by the Hudson River, into which I'll 8 them."
It seemed as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing, their faces shining with 9 . The passengers who had been 10 each other's existence were suddenly grinning(咧嘴笑) at each other—is this guy serious?
At the next stop, just as 11 , the driver held out his hand, palm up, and waited. All the 12 passengers performed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. The driver 13 the same action at every stop that followed.
Occasionally we may sink into a grey world, but someone can 14 it like a ray of light, showing us hope. What if we are the light?15 , anyone possesses the power to shine on others' dark days.
