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A few years ago, I took a sightseeing trip to Washington D.C. I saw many of our 1 treasures, and I also saw a lot of 2 people like beggars and homeless folks in the streets.
Standing outside the Ronald Reagan Center, I heard a voice say, “Can you help me?” When I turned around, I saw an elderly 3 woman with her hand extended(伸出). In a natural reaction, I reached into my pocket, pulled out all of my loose change and 4 it on her hand. I didn't even look at her. I was 5 at being troubled by a beggar.
6 the blind woman smiled and said, “I don't want your money. I just need help finding the post office.”
Immediately, I realized what I had done. I 7 with prejudice(偏见)—I judged another person simply for what I 8 she was.
The thing I had forgotten about myself is 9 I am an immigrant(移民). I left Honduras and arrived in America at the age of 15 10 the years, I have been a dishwasher, cashier, mechanic and pizza delivery driver among many other 11, and finally I became a network engineer.
In my own life, I have experienced many open acts of prejudice. I remember a time, at age 17—I was a busboy, and I heard a father told his little boy that if he did not do well at school, he would 12 like me.
But now, living in my American middle-class lifestyle, it is too easy to forget my past, to forget who I am and where I have been, and to lose sight of 13 I want to be going. That blind woman on the street of Washington D.C. cured me of my 14 . She reminded me to always keep my eyes and heart 15 .
