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| It was a cold winter morning. Half asleep at the train station, I stared into the distance, 1 for the train to take me to my 2 in Boston. The world was quiet. The very few people on the street kept to themselves, 3 their steaming cups of coffee. Reaching into my pocket as the 4 was approaching, my numb hand searched for the $20 bill to pay my fare. The pocket was 5 ! I searched through my bag and then I felt 6 . Unless the money dropped from the sky, I'd be 7 there. "What' s the matter?" A short, elderly man stood before me. "Oh, nothing...Well, I 8 my money and now I can't pay for the ticket. I'm going to 9 my match class, and the train is leaving." "Here, use this." The man held a $20 bill. I looked up, 10 . People just didn't do that anymore. Everyone worried about their own 11 , rarely stopping to think about others, especially teenage strangers. "Thank you, but no, I can't." " 12 it-go!" The man pushed me 13 the train. I bought a round-trip ticket, and he refused the change I 14 to give him back. I did not know what to say-a million thoughts raced through my mind, yet I stood 15 . For the train ride I was silent. I began to see the world through 16 eyes. That man made a difference with such a simple 17 . A week later I was at the train station again, with an extra $20 18 I saw the man. And there he was. "Excuse me, sir, I believe I owe you this." I 19 the money into his hand. Failing to refuse, he said, "Just remember to do the same for someone in your shoes someday." I smiled, content. The elderly man is my hero. For many, heroes are famous, but my hero is a 20 stranger who taught me a lesson in life. I will never forget his kindness. | ||||
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