IseldomthoughtIhadapassion.IwouldsitbeforetheTValldaythinkingaboutnothingbutthenextshow.ItwasnotlongagothatIfirstlearnedhowimportant61(have)apassionistolife.
OnedayIwentwithMum62(drop)mysisteroffatthegym.ThenasMumstoppedataredlightsomeoneontheroadsidecaughtmyeyes.Itwasaman63(dress)inragshomeless.Thatdidn’tinterestmeforI64(see)manylikehimbefore.
Butthemanwasn’tsittingdownwithasad65(express).Hehadaradioinhishandandwasdancing66(merry)tothemusic.Theradioseemedtobethemostpreciousthing67hehad.
“Mumwhydoesthatmanhavearadioeventhoughheishomeless?”Iasked.
“Hebought68”shereplied.
“Butifheishomelesswhydoesn’theusethemoneytobuyfoodorclothes?Hewasteditonsomethinghedoesn’tneed.”
“WellSarahsometimesfoodandclothesaren’ttheonlyimportantthings.Weneedhappinesstoo.”
“Isee.”Theman69caretoomuchaboutmusicsoheboughtaradioinsteadoffoodandclothes.Irealizedthathappinessisthekeytolife.Withoutitthere70(be)nothingtolookforwardto.Apassionapersonthehappinessheneedstokeepgoing!