What Goes Around, Comes Around好心有好报

He was driving home one evening， on a two-lane country road. Work in this small mid-western community， was almost as slow as his beat-up Pontiac. But he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed， he’d been unemployed， and with winter raging on， the chill had finally hit home. It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it， unless they were leaving. Most of his friends had already left. They had families to feed and dreams to fulfil.

一天傍晚，他沿着一条双车道的乡间小路开车回家。（剩余5735字）