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It was raining cats and dogs the other day when I finally finished work and walked out of office. I was feeling downcast and the lousy rain just added to my unhappiness. Worse, I did not have an umbrella with me. I was wearing one shirt only, and the wind brought chill into my shirt which made me shivering. My bus had not shown up even though I waited 20 minutes. All kinds of vehicles roared by one after another, including lots of buses that were not on my route. What happened to mine? I was getting nervous and impatient. I started to curse the bus driver, the bus company, the rain, and the city in which I live. The rain made every inch of the street wet and dirty. Gusts of cold wind blew raindrops against my face, onto my thin clothes. I was feeling like hell. Just then a small object was moving in the dirty, wet street toward the bus stop. I did not know what it was until it came closer—a beggar on a little cart, which was simply a board fixed on top of four axletrees. He had no feet, pushed the ground backward swiftly by his bare hand, and the cart carried himself forward. He did not care about the dirty road, the heavy rainfall.He was actually all wet through. What really impressed me so much was his smiling face. While he was moving inch by inch toward the bus stop, he kept smiling, looking at me and a few others on the bus stop. I heard him mumbling something that I did not understand. Listening more attentively, I found that he was singing. His face lit up as he enjoyed his own song. I gazed at him all the way around until he moved away, down the bus stop, into the heavy rain. He didn't seem to be affected at all by the rain, the miserable life, and he did not think that he was inferior. I read his cheerful face, on which "we are equal" was written. Regarding himself as one of us normal people, he was confident and optimistic. Furthermore, he was able to sing songs in the rain, in front of strangers. I can never do that, even when I am full of spirits. I would be intimidated at how others might look at me. I am too concerned at how I look like in others' eyes. Immediately I felt quite ashamed for my complaints. He, the poor beggar, inspired me with his life attitude. He taught me how to live a positive life. I was then not feeling gloomy any more, and the bus came soon.