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| Kindness is the golden chain by which society is bound together. However, I was not thinking about the golden chain when I had to help people who 1 their way and parked in front of my house. I was growmg tired of helping so many people. Almost every 2 I was awaken during a sound night's sleep and had to 3 someone out. Many times I was 4 by some penniless motorists who did not even thank me for the helps that they received and some even complained that I could have done 5 . One day, a young man with a week-old beard climbed out of a 6 automobile. He had no money and no food.He asked if I could give him some 7 , offer him gasoline and a meal. I told him that if he wanted to work for me, he could cut the grass, but 8 the work wasn't necessary. Though sweaty and hungry, he worked hard. After working all day, he sat 9 to cool himself. I thanked him for his work and gave him the money he 10 . I then offered him some 11 money for a task particularly well done, but he shook his head, 12 . I never saw him again. He probably thinks I helped him out that day, but that is not 13 it was. I didn't help him. He helped me to 14 people again to repay their trust in me. He helped me to once again want to do something for those who are 15 . I wish I could thank him for 16 some of my belief in the basic 17 of others and for giving me back a little of the 18 I had lost. Because of him, I once again felt part of a golden chain of kindness that 19 us to others. I may have fed his body that day, but he fed my 20 . | ||||
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