(1) I live in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and there are some homeless people in the downtown , especially the University area . I used to give a lot of money to the homeless, feeling sorry for the ir misfortune . But as time passed, I fell into a victim to many of the circumstances of a homeless person. A fter I was divorced from my husband, I became a single mom with no home, a huge debt, and hardly any income. As a result, I became very mean and stopped gibing to the people on the side of the road. (2) Through working hard, things started to change for the better. I became responsible enough to have a home with a back yard for my daughter, and plenty of food and I started to pull myself out of debt. One day we saw a homeless person with the sign " W ill work for food". I passed by. My daughter commented , "Mommy, you used to give to those people in need. But now..." I replied, "Honey, they just use that money for alcohol or other bad things." But when I said that, I didn't feel right . (3) Three days later, 1 was driving to pick up my daughter from school. A man was standing on the comer with the appearance of worries , and suddenly something deep inside me said, "Just help the guy." So I rolled down my window, and he ran over with joy. He said, "Kind lady, I only need 77 cents for the bus ticket." I reached into my pocket and found that I didn't take my purse. I, with a red face, embarrassedly spread out my hands to show that I was in no position to help him. But just when he turned away, I called to him, "Wait a moment!" I found in my ashtray (烟灰缸) there sat three quarters and two pennies. Oddly enough, it was the very 77 cents. (4) My skin was prickling as I saw this. I scooped it up and gave it to him. He burst out with joy and t ears in eyes, "Wow, you just made it possible for me to see my mom for Christmas! Thank you so much! I haven’t visited my mother for 3 years. T he bus is leaving in 20 minutes! I have to go now. " (5) It wa s the moment that I'll never forget, I think that man won’t forget it either, but I was the one who g ot the best gift in life— Giving . It also strikes me that nothing is a coincidence, and every giving has meaning, although it is the humble 77 cents.