I seldom thought I had a passion. I would sit before the TV all day, thinking  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, Mum stopped at a red light, someone on the roadside caught my eyes. It was a man (dress) in rags, homeless. That didn’t interest me, for I (see) many like him before.
But he man wasn’t sitting down with a sad (express). He had a radio in his hand and was dancing (merry) to the music. The radio seemed to be the most precious thing he had.
“Mum, why does that man have a radio even though he’s homeless?” I asked.
“He bought ,” 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.”
“Well, Sarah, sometimes food and clothes aren’t only important things. We need happiness, too.”
“I see.” The man must care too much about music, so he bought a radio instead of food and clothes. I realized that happiness is the key to life. it, there’s nothing to look forward to. A passion gives a person the happiness they need to keep going!