Someone help me translate this paragraph in English

One of the young men should show impatience. Transfer to any.

Other models (later he met Karna oh, big.)

Gode, hear your words Hades himself, as he seems.

At the end of last year there was a so-called pause in the place of Mahomit, and there, about the opposition to the Church on both sides, was claimed.

Past endurance, he saw Jazz Brook in his sport.

In the midst of joy. By observing a quick pair of these fantasies on the twelfth.

of Furrido. Then vrihaspati, all its parts, to shake.

The Presbyterians, by setting Harry to say that his adventurous actions, were in.

Swamp pushkara, or prabhasa, or manasa to the north, facing the wind, in the direction, this point in.

Love and a married woman. If a man is sacrificed for obstruction, he is killed. Accomplishment.

There are too many typos, and it's hard to translate.

I've been wondering lately if we should do something good all the time.

Our good deeds are often overlooked, and occasionally trouble continues.

Just last week, after a long day of traveling, I dragged my suitcase to the bus station, and I found myself stranded there. The departure of the car is four hours late! I wasn't a little happy to hear that.

That's when a woman asked me if I had change to buy her a ticket. "Yes," I said coldly, "how much is needed?" I restrained myself and pulled money out of my pocket.

When I gave her five dollars, I heard her stomach growling. This is not the performance of an elegant lady. She was really hungry.

I took out the Danish puff pastry I had bought earlier from my bag. I smiled and gave her shortbread to make up for my cold tone. I looked at her closely, and I realized that she was very weak, like she hadn't had a good meal in months.

When she saw the shortbread handed over, her eyes were hazy and she was about to cry. She wanted to show me her gratitude for the only ticket she had to Milwaukee. I don't live in Milwaukee so I don't need this ticket, but I get it.

After that, she went to buy a ticket, and I continued to read my book. She came back a few minutes later and apologized to tell me she was still five dollars short. I grabbed my bag and $20 fell out of it.

A voice sounded in my head, mocking myself for being a fool. She thanked me and went back to the counter, and I continued to read my book. Five minutes later she came back to give me the rest of the money back.

When I solemnly gave her the money back and told her that I could use the money to buy herself something else to eat, she started crying and hugged me. Since then, I have been thinking of that woman whenever I think about whether I should help other people or not. Maybe it means a lot to help others.

So, even though sometimes my help is overlooked, and sometimes trouble keeps coming, it's still valuable for us to really help others.

Note: It is not easy to translate by hand, if there is any incorrectness, please understand).

I've been thinking a lot lately.

Do it if necessary.

Small acts of kindness. So often.

They are ignored, occasionally.

They're coming back to bite you!

Then, just last week, after a long period.

Throughout the day, drag.

The box was behind me, I found.

I was late at the bus stop.

Buses run for four hours.

Late! So, I guess I'm not there.

The mood is at its best. This is when a woman asks me.

I have change to help her.

Bus tickets.

Oh, of course," I said, more than that.

Little irony. "How much.

Do you like it? “

When I say I'm kicking.

I'm for my attitude.

Reach into some of your bag.

Money. I handed her five.

Yuan I heard her stomach.

Rumble. It is not gentle, murmer lady. This has.

Roaring hunger!

I went back to my bag.

I brought a Danish pastry.

Bought. I handed it to her.

I hope it will smile.

for my previous voice intonation.

Get a good look at her, me.

Realize that she is exhausted, like.

She had a few months.

Hard days!

She put a Danish expression.

Relief slapped hers and me.

Thought she was going to cry. At.

She admired her trying.

I had to zero one.

Bus tickets in Milwaukee! I don't live.

In Milwaukee and fares.

Probably never been used, but I did.

It's spiritual, it is.

She went to get the ticket for me.

Back to my book.

A few minutes later her.

Go back in time, apologize, and tell.

She's five dollars short.

I grabbed some singles by me.

and one or two hundred bags.

There is a difference. Sound, of course.

In my head tell me that I am one.

Fool. She thanked me for coming back.

Counter. I'm back again.

My book. Five minutes later, she returned.

I tried to return again.

Twenty. When I said it was her.

So what she can get.

Eat Denmark, I am.

Seriously, I'm not.

When she got it back, she started crying.

Hug me. From now on, I don't know about it.

It's worth trying to help me.

Remember, women.

Maybe I did it once.

Different people. So, of course, sometimes I try.

Probably not noticed, and.

Sometimes they come.

Back to bite me, but it's worth it all.

We did it in that era.

Help others!