He really did look like a tourist, with a camera around his neck and a bottle of sunscreen sticking out of his bag. The fat man sat on the terrace (草坪), drinking lemonade, a little bit each time, and 1 to look at a smooth and shiny cruise brochure. His sunglasses2 his eyes, but I knew he wasn't looking at the brochure: he hadn't turned a 3 for the last ten minutes.
As I brought him what he had ordered, he coughed up a “thank you” and looked at me 4. I tried not to stare at the tiny scar across his left eyebrow.
I walked back inside with my 5 tray (托盘), shaking my head. He looked 6 but I couldn't quite place him.
Then it 7 me. The car accident. The 8 stranger who helped me out of my smashed car, 9 before it exploded. I 10 back to his table.
He was gone.
I moved his saucer and found his tip, along with a 11.
I am deeply 12 to you. The night of your car accident, I was on my way to 13 a jewelry store. Saving your 14 brought things back in perspective (看法).I now live an honest life, thanks to you. God bless you! Mr. D.
I trembled. The night of my car accident, I was 15 for an interview in a shady dance club. Seeing human kindness through his 16 gesture turned my life around and brought17 back into my life.
I 18 the tip he left. Among the one-dollar notes was a 100-dollar note with a pen mark 19 “In God We Trust”, which first appeared on paper money in 1957.
I said a silent 20 for him and got back to work, smiling.
