It was very cold and I had been watching a homeless man make himself comfortable in a "shelter" on the river bank. His "shelter" was a tarpaulin   tied to rocks to keep the wind from blowing it away. He had been living there for over a month. I never saw him with warm clothing or food. I knew what I wanted to do. When I told my parents what I wanted to do they were _ . They said I could be putting myself at risk, taking a box to a homeless person at night! But I knew, in my deep heart, that I would be safe. I got a box. My parents watched as I added warm gloves, a heavy blanket ... into the box until it was full! Then, I put a Christmas card on top. It said, "Even though we hardly know each other, I want to wish you a Merry Christmas!" I put ten one-dollar bills inside it as well. My father insisted he went there with me as it was 10 pm on Christmas Eve. I said he could drive me but he had to stay in the car. He agreed. I took the box and walked towards his "house". I called, "Sir, I have a Christmas box for you!" "Go away!" he shouted. "Sir," I repeated. "Go away!" he shouted. "Why?" I asked him. He walked over and I expected to see an angry face. Instead I saw two of the most beautiful, gentle, blue eyes I have ever seen. "Merry Christmas!" I said. "Why are you doing this?" he asked. "Because you matter to me," I said. With that I gave him the box. Tears came to his eyes and he thanked me. I got back to the car and watched him carry the box like it was filled with gold. I didn't want to embarrass   him by watching him any more so Dad and I left. The author's purpose in writing the text is to tell readers that   _  .
it is easier said than done poverty is the mother of health where there is a will, there is a way a willing helper does not wait until he is asked