He really did look like a tourist, with a camera around his neck and a bottle of sunscreen sticking out of his bag. The fat man sat on the terrace (草坪), drinking lemonade, a little bit each time, and 1 to look at a smooth and shiny cruise brochure. His sunglasses 2 his eyes, but I knew he wasn't looking at the brochure(小册子): he hadn't turned a 3 for the last ten minutes.
As I brought him what he had ordered, he coughed up a "thank you" and looked at me 4 . I tried not to stare at the tiny scar(伤疤) across his left eyebrow.
I walked back inside with my 5 tray (托盘), shaking my head. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.
Then it 6 me. The car accident. The mysterious stranger who helped me out of my smashed(被撞的) car, 7 before it exploded. I 8 back to his table. He was gone. I moved his saucer and found his tip, along with a 9 :
I am deeply thankful to you. The night of your car accident, I was on my way to 10 a jewelry store. I now live an honest life, thanks to you. God bless you! Mr. D.
I trembled(颤抖). The night of my car accident, I was 11 for an interview in a shady dance club. Seeing human kindness through his 12 behavior turned my life around and brought faith back into my life.
I 13 the tip he left. Among the one-dollar notes was a 100-dollar note with a pen mark 14 "In God We Trust", which first appeared on paper money in 1957.
I said a silent prayer for him and got back to work, 15 .