The poor are very wonderful people. One evening we went out and picked up four people from the street. One of them was in a most 1 condition, and I told the others: You look after the other three. I take care of this one who looked 2 . So I did for her all that my love can do. I put her in bed, and there was such a beautiful 3 on her face. She took hold of my 4as she said “thank you” and she died. I asked myself what I would say if I was in her 5. And my answer was very simple. I would have tried to draw a little 6 to myself. I would have said I am hungry, that I am dying, I am cold, I am in pain, or something else, but she gave me much more---she gave me her grateful love. And she 7 with a smile on her face. As did that man whom we picked up from the drain (下水道), half eaten with worms, and we brought him to the home. “I have lived like an 8 in the street, but I am going to die like an angel, loved and cared for.” And it was so 9 to see the greatness of that man who could speak like that, who could die like that without complaining, without cursing(诅咒) anybody, without comparing anything. Like an angel---this is the 10 of our people.
