One winter nine years ago, I _________ at a homeless shelter in Los Angeles, preparing meals for people. There I met Albert, who said he liked my socks. “Want to see mine?” he asked, lifting his _________ . He was bare foot. He said he had been hoping to get a pair but had never made it. I felt a _________ feeling in my stomach.

The next day, after work, I went to buy socks—about $100 _________ . The next morning, I _________ my alarm for 5 a.m. and drove to the local park, a common destination for _________ people.

It was still dark. I took out a bag of socks and _________ a group of men, standing around a tree, _________ with cold. When I handed each of them a pair of socks, they looked confused at first, _________ my motives (动机), but took them.

An hour later, I ____________ all the socks. Most people were sleeping. I felt like Santa. When they would wake up, they would find a very ____________ present. Every week I’ll hand out many socks. If I’m away for more than a week, I will bring socks with me and hand them out to the homeless in other states and countries.

In the past years, this has become my habit. It’s ____________, I suppose, and it’s incredibly satisfying to help make some people’s ____________ a little bit easier. Part of me hopes to see Albert out there, but ____________I don’t, I’d like to think one of the pairs will ____________ him.