Last summer I was a volunteer (志愿者) at a shelter for the homeless, a place for homeless people to sleep at night. I wasn"t working that summer and was 1 only two classes in summer school, so I had some 2 time. Three nights a week, I helped in the kitchen of the shelter along with four other volunteers. We planned and 3 for 45 people hot meals with vegetables, chicken, fish and fruit. The homeless people needed this good food because many of them usually didn"t eat well. I enjoyed this volunteer work, making 4 with the four volunteers in the kitchen. One was a very nice elderly housewife, one a movie maker, another a young teacher and the other a college student, 5 me. I talked to a lot of the homeless people at the shelter. Their life stories filled me with sympathy (同情心). Some of them had 6 with alcohol (酒) or drugs, while others only had bad luck. One woman worked for almost 30 years for a small company, and then she lost her job. She looked for a new job, but couldn"t find one, for she was too 7 . She could do nothing but sell her furniture-sofas, chairs, and tables 8 she could pay for her food. The woman went on job hunting, but she still couldn"t find one. She had no money for her 9 and had to sleep in her car. Then she had to sell her car. Alone, 10 , and homeless, she finally came to the shelter. |