Section 2
Traveling in Italy
　In Florence,/an accident happened.// I was moving my wheelchair/on a road/made of stones.// Suddenly,/the right-front wheel came off.// The wheelchair would not move/at all.// I was at a loss.//
　Just then,/someone asked,/“Trouble?”// I saw an Italian man/with his family.// He looked at my wheelchair/and said,/“One screw is missing.// You also need a wrench/to fix it.”// His wife found a wrench for me.// His two kids started/searching for the missing screw.// Soon,/they screamed,/“We found the screw!”// All of the family helped me,/and my wheelchair was finally fixed.//
　I said,/“Grazie ! ”/and tears came out of my eyes.// Thanks to their kindness,/I was able to continue my trip.//