送交者: Diane 于 August 01, 2001 20:49:20:
回答: 女儿讲的故事 由 霍林河 于 August 01, 2001 19:56:02:
When I came home I saw my dad at the stove cooking some cabbage and meat. I told him about the event that happened a few moments ago when I was walking home from piano class.
I was walking past a pizza store that sold Italian ice, they usually have good business so many children were around. I walked past the store and I smelled a homeless man behind me before I could even see him, but since this is Manhattan I was not surprised at seeing, or in this case - smelling, a homeless man. But then I heard him yelling at the man who was selling ice. I turned around to look, just as many others turned too. The homeless man was yelling at the poor man behind the counter and banging on the ice cart. The children around him were obviously scared by the looks on their faces and they were grabbing onto their mother’s arms. I decided it was rude to stare and kept walking but was surprised at the amount of other people still staring.
I told this to my dad and once again he was generalizing. He said that many homeless men had mental problems.
I said nothing at first and sat in a chair nearby. Then I remembered the incident that happened to me a few years ago when I was about eleven years old. I was walking home from school, past the great Saint John's Cathedral and saw a homeless man begging a woman for money. The woman quickly walked away, obviously trying to get away from him as if he was an annoying bug buzzing at her. I pitied the homeless man and searched my pocket for some change. I found a quarter and tried to give it to him. He shook his head and smiled. I saw his decayed teeth and couldn’t help smiling myself. He said “I never take money from children.” I nodded and began to leave. Then he quickly said, “stay in school and don’t end up on the streets like me.” I was surprised at what he just said but just nodded again and left.
On the way home I was thinking about what had happened. I never thought homeless people could be so sane and friendly since I heard so many horrible stories about them on the news and from my friends. I told this memory to my dad and he was very surprised and seemed moved by the story. I told him that people like that kind homeless man deserves a second chance in a better life. My dad looked very thoughtful and nodded.