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Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow the passage. Your answer to these questions should be based on the passage only.
One miserable rainy night, a man named Mark decided to end his life. In his midfifties, Mark had never been married, had never experienced the joy of having children or spending holidays with his family. Both his parents had been dead for seven years. He had a sister but had lost contact with her, He held a menial job that left him unfulfilled. Wet and unhappy, he walked the streets, feeling as If there was nobody in the entire world that cared if he lived or died.
On that same soggy night, I was sitting in my room watching the rain hit my window. I was six years old, and my life revolved around my Star Wars action figure collection. I was dreaming of the day when i'd have earned enough money to add Darth Vader to my new collector’ s case. To help me make money, my father paid me to jog with him. Everyday, at seven o'clock, we jogged together.
And everyday, I was fifty cents closer to getting Darth Vader.
When I heard the doorbell ring, I jumped, from my chair and raced out of my room to the top of the steps. My mother was already at the door. Opening it, she found herself face-to-face with a very disheveled-looking man with tears streaming down his face. My mother, overcome by pity, invited the man inside, and he sat with my parents in our living room.
Curious, I snuck downstairs so that I could get a better look. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but the sight of the rumpled man, holding his head in his hands and crying, made my chest ache. I raced back upstairs to my room and stuck my hand into my money jar. Pulling out the Kennedy half-dollar I had earned that day, I ran back downstairs.
When I reached the door of the living room, I walked right in. The three adults looked at me in surprise as quickly made my way over to the stranger. I put the half-dollar in “his hand and told him that I wanted him to have it. Then I gave him a hug and turned and ran as fast as I could out of the room and back up the stairs. I felt embarrassed but happy.
Downstairs, Mark sat quietly with his head bowed. Tears streamed down his face as he tightly clutched that coin. Finally looking up-at my parents, he said, “It’s just that I thought nobody cared. For the last twenty years, I have been so alone. That was the first hug I have gotten in - I don't know how long. It's hard to believe that somebody cares.
Read the following passage and answer the questions that follow the passage. Your answer to these questions should be based on the passage only.
One miserable rainy night, a man named Mark decided to end his life. In his midfifties, Mark had never been married, had never experienced the joy of having children or spending holidays with his family. Both his parents had been dead for seven years. He had a sister but had lost contact with her, He held a menial job that left him unfulfilled. Wet and unhappy, he walked the streets, feeling as If there was nobody in the entire world that cared if he lived or died.
On that same soggy night, I was sitting in my room watching the rain hit my window. I was six years old, and my life revolved around my Star Wars action figure collection. I was dreaming of the day when i'd have earned enough money to add Darth Vader to my new collector’ s case. To help me make money, my father paid me to jog with him. Everyday, at seven o'clock, we jogged together.
And everyday, I was fifty cents closer to getting Darth Vader.
When I heard the doorbell ring, I jumped, from my chair and raced out of my room to the top of the steps. My mother was already at the door. Opening it, she found herself face-to-face with a very disheveled-looking man with tears streaming down his face. My mother, overcome by pity, invited the man inside, and he sat with my parents in our living room.
Curious, I snuck downstairs so that I could get a better look. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but the sight of the rumpled man, holding his head in his hands and crying, made my chest ache. I raced back upstairs to my room and stuck my hand into my money jar. Pulling out the Kennedy half-dollar I had earned that day, I ran back downstairs.
When I reached the door of the living room, I walked right in. The three adults looked at me in surprise as quickly made my way over to the stranger. I put the half-dollar in “his hand and told him that I wanted him to have it. Then I gave him a hug and turned and ran as fast as I could out of the room and back up the stairs. I felt embarrassed but happy.
Downstairs, Mark sat quietly with his head bowed. Tears streamed down his face as he tightly clutched that coin. Finally looking up-at my parents, he said, “It’s just that I thought nobody cared. For the last twenty years, I have been so alone. That was the first hug I have gotten in - I don't know how long. It's hard to believe that somebody cares.
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