I seldom thought I had a passion. I would sit before the TV all day, thinking  16      nothing but the next shadow. It was not long ago that I first learned how important having a passion is to life.

One day I went with Mum to drop my sister off at the gym. Then,  17      Mum stopped at a red light, someone on the roadside caught my eyes. It was a man  18      (dress) in rags, homeless. That didn’t interest me, for I  19      (see) many like him before.

But he man wasn’t sitting down with a sad  20       (express). He had a radio in his hand and was dancing  21     (merry) to the music. The radio seemed to be the most precious thing  22       he had.

“Mum, why does that man have a radio even though he’s homeless?” I asked.

“He bought  23       ,” she replied.

“But if he’s homeless, why doesn’t he use the money to buy food or clothes? He wasted it on something he doesn’t need.”