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Last July, my 12-year-old car died on
California's Santa Freeway. It was an hour before sunset, and I was 25 miles
from home. I couldn't reach anyone to pick me up, so I1to
take a bus. Not knowing the routes(线路), I
thought I should just go east.
A bus stopped. I got 2and
asked the driver how far she was going. "Ten more miles, "she said. There
was3bus I could take from there. This clearly was going to be a long night.
I got off at the end of the route and she told me which bus to look4.After
waiting for 30 minutes, I began to think about a very expensive taxi5home.
Then a bus came up. There was no lighted number above its windshield(挡风玻璃).It was out of service, but the door opened. It was the same
driver." I just can't leave you here, "she said." This isn't the
nicest place. I will take you home." "You will drive me home on the
bus? "I asked in 6. "No, I will take you in my car,"
she said. "It's a long way, "I insisted." Come on, "she
said." I have nothing 7to do." She began telling me a story
8we drove from the station in the car. A few days9,
her brother had run out of gasoline(汽油).A kind man
picked him up, took him to a service station and then back to his car." I'm
just passing the kindness along," she said. When I offered her money as a
thank-you, she refused." Just do 10nice for somebody. Pass it along, "she
said.
