I was sitting in the far back in a pizza house when I noticed the man, about thirty years old, carrying a pizza box. He sat down at the table to my right and then 1 his large dirty paper bag of clothing down on the floor. Obviously, this man was homeless and 2 a bath. He picked up the one small slice（薄片）of pizza and very slowly, very carefully, he began to eat, taking very little 3.
He finally finished his meal and did something that I would never 4. He turned the box on its corner and slid the few5bits into one corner. Then he 6 his index finger（食指）and tried to pick up the small bits.
Oh, how much it hurt me once again to see myself 7 I was thirty years ago. No food, no 8, and no clean clothes. Most of my past life had always been 9 to that of the young man and it all came back to me 10. The muscles in my neck began to tighten and my eyes began to burn and water up. I coughed a bit, trying to clear my 11 and get myself back together.
I got four large slices of pizza from the counter and sat them down on his table, saying, “I thought you 12 like to have a few slices.”
I did not stop at all but walked around behind him. As I passed him, I reached out and13him on the back, just one time, very softly with my hand. I hope that man knows that someone, someplace,14 him as a human being. And I am so 15 that I have never forgotten what it feels like to be down, out, dirty and hungry.
