Each morning, I walked past a security guard(保安)。He 1 everyone that walked by him. I 2 how he knew so many people by their first names.The first few times I saw him. I didn’t say hello back to him _ 3 he greeted me. I was lost in my own world. On Monday he asked, “How was your 4 ?” I told him about my visit to my sick, elderly mother. He told me how 5 he was for my mother’s sickness. As I walked away, I realized I did not even know his 6 . The following day, I asked, “What’s your name?” He answered , “Gary.” I said, “I’m Deborah.” After that, we talked a couple of times a week. We 7 stories about our weekends , our dreams, and our families. Gary got a new job and moved 8 . It has been years since I last spoke to him, yet the memory feels like yesterday. I look back at what became a friendship of sharing stories from the heart. When you say 9 to a stranger(陌生人) you become a pebble(鹅卵石)thrown into a lake. With each ripple(涟漪)you create, you spread(传播) _ 10 _ that continues to give.