One rainy evening I went to fill up at the gas station. A poor boy came up to my car and asked me for money to help him and his motherin their hotel for another week. They had to leavethey did not come up with $25. Having worked in social services before, and being a little skeptical (怀疑的) , I asked why his mother hadn't asked socialfor help. The boy said that they needed toin their hotel for one more week until his grandmother, who lived out of town, could take them in. I gave the boy what I had—$5. He thanked me and continued to askfor help. I got my gas and drove. Weeks before, a boy asked me for money and I told him I didn't have any though I did because I didn't believe him., I knew the boy was really poor. "This time," I thought, "I'll do it." I went to my bank and got $20, then I returned to the gas station. The boy was there. I handed him the $20 bill. He reached through my car window and gave me ahug. His hug told me all I needed to know was that finally this kid could get out of the rain.