I was on my lunch break in the city, enjoying a salad at an outdoor café, when a shabby homeless lady came waking towards me. She was _36_ everyone who walked past her for spare_37_ and she looked very dirty. My _38  reaction was fear and I hoped she wouldn’t come near me, but she did.. I was on the phone and when she__39_ , I said “ I’m on the phone” in the nicest way I could, telling myself what she needed was a lesson in _40_. She walked away, mumbling(自言自语), “ I’m_41_ you. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll leave.” And she turned the corner.

_42_ ,I would feel relieved or satisfied, but something in me couldn’t _43_ . Without another thought, I looked in my _44_ for the spare change I had. I even started searching through my entire purse, the pockets, everything for all of the change I could _45_ find to give. I got up and walked towards this lady and gave her all I _46_. She held my hand and said, “ Thank you!” Her hand was 47 and dirty, but I didn’t mind 48 her hand. I wanted to be there for her , when normally I would  49 the other way. She looked at me and said, “Will you touch my face?” And for some reason, I did. I put my hand on her cheek and she started to 50  .  I could  51 it was as if she had not been touched by a loving, soft hand in ages, 52 . And so I held it there, trying to 53 her with my heart open. It was powerful.

She thanked me and walked away quietly. And I walked away with an open heart, trying to 54  

sense of what had just happened. It changed something in me and has made me want to be a 55 person to the people I meet during my day.