THE LIVING ROOM LOOKS TIDY NOW, MY SISTER CLEANED IT ALREADY. III...
3. The living room looks tidy now, my sister cleaned it already. III. Read the passage carefully and answer the following questions (2.0 pts). It was a chilly November evening in New York City, and my daughter and I were walking up Broadway. I didn’t notice a guy sitting inside a cardboard box next to a news-stand but my daughter, Nora did. She pulled at my coat sleeve and said. “That man’s cold, Daddy. Can we take him home?" I don't remember my reply. But I do remember a sudden heavy feeling inside me. A few days later, I saw an article in the newspaper about volunteers who delivered meals to elderly people. The volunteers went to a nearby school on a Sunday morning, picked up a food package, and delivered it to an elderly person. It was quick and easy. I signed us up. Nora was excited about it. She could understand the importance of food, so she could easily see how valuable our job was. When Sunday cams, we picked up the package and phoned the elderly person we'd been assigned. She invited us right over. And that day Nora and I paid a visit to her depressing flat. After saying goodbye, I walked home in tears. Professionals call such a visit a “volunteer opportunity". Indeed, the poverty my daughter and I helped lessen that Sunday afternoon was not the old woman's alone it was in our lives, too. Nora and I regularly serve meals to needy people and collect clothes for the homeless. Yet, as I've watched her grow over these past four years. I still wonder which of us has benefited more?