—Water had got into it，and it was completely .
My kids and I were heading into the supermarket over the weekend. On the way, we spotted a man holding a piece of paper that said, “1 my job. Family to Feed.”
At this store, a 2 like this is not normal. My 10yearold noticed him and made a 3on how bad it must be to have to stand 4 in the cold wind.
In the store, I asked each of my kids to5 something they thought our “friend” there would6.They got apples, a sandwich and a bottle of juice. Then my 17yearold suggested giving him a 7.I thought about it. We were 8 on cash ourselves, but...well, sometimes 9from our need instead of our abundance is 10 what we need to do! All the kids 11something they could do away with for the week.
When we handed him the bag of 12 ， he lit up and thanked us with 13eyes. When I handed him the gift card, saying he could use it for 14his family might need, he burst into tears.
This has been a wonderful 15 for our family. For days the kids have been looking for others we can 16！Things would have played out so 17 if I had simply said, “No, we really don't have 18 to give more.” Stepping out not only helped a brother in 19 ， it also gave my kids the20 taste of helping others. It'll go a long way with them.
He me and asked for a light.
My father was born in a small town in the US. He wasn't sure what he wanted from 1, but something told him to 2 and begin a new adventure.
He began that adventure traveling to cities in the US before going on to Australia, New Zealand and the Philippines. He took my mother and us three daughters with him and went wherever the road 3 him.
It's easy to feel4 when you're on the road. We made lots of new friends on our trip — most of them are mechanics, since we often 5 hours in repair shops. But that was a way much6 than sitting by the roadside while waiting for the engine to 7 when it was 40 ℃ outside.
Getting along well sometimes seemed 8. There were always a lot of 9, especially among us back seat passengers about who had to 10 in the middle. But even if it was hard, we learned a lot about 11. When we were traveling in the Philippines, we drove to Quezon City one day. It should have been an hour's drive but was nearly three thanks to bad roads and 12 traffic. "Did you put our suitcases in the car?" my father asked my mother as we arrived there. From the back seat, we saw her 13 turn toward my father. "No," she said. "I thought you did." That was how a sevenhour car trip turned into a 16hour one, which was mostly spent in 14.
On occasions like that, we had to learn to let go of our anger because we were 15 in a rolling box with the same people for the rest of the 16. Even if I sometimes felt like opening the car door and 17 one of my sisters out, I kept my feelings to myself.
This is why road trips were like 18 universities to us. We 19 our PhDs (博士学位) in how to get along with other people just by traveling in our old car.
If we were 20 given a second chance at life, we would do it all over again. Only this time would I put the suitcases in the car myself.
