However, I hit a wall everywhere. A month later, my pocket was almost empty. Fortunately, a friend who works in a supermarket secretly helped me deal with the expired food to be thrown away there, and I only encouraged it for one day. In the end, I only had one dollar left, but I couldn't give it up, because it was full of signatures of my favorite singers.
One morning, I noticed a man sitting in an old car in the parking lot. For two days in a row, the cars stopped at the same place. And that person gently waved to me every time he saw me. I wondered what he was doing there in such a big snowstorm.
On the third morning, when I approached the car, the man rolled down the window. I stopped to talk to him. During the conversation, I learned that he came here to apply for a job, but he arrived three days early, so he couldn't work at once. There is no money in my pocket, so I have to stay in the car without eating or drinking.
He was coy for a while, then blushed and asked me if I could lend him a dollar to buy something to eat and pay me back later. However, I am also in danger. I explained my predicament to him, and I couldn't bear to see his disappointed expression and turned away.
In a flash, I remembered the dollar in my pocket. After some hesitation, I finally made up my mind. I walked to the car and handed him the money. His eyes suddenly lit up. "Someone wrote words all over it." He said. He didn't notice that they were all autographed.
That day, I tried not to think about this precious dollar. However, luck turned, and that morning, a radio station informed me to record a program for $500. Since then, I have become a formal program host, and I have no worries about food and clothing.
I never saw that car or that man again. Sometimes, I wonder if he is a beggar or an angel from heaven. But one thing is clear, this is a crucial exam in my life-I passed it.