People have become so angry lately. They completely forgot what kindness is, that you need to help those who need it, that you need to do good deeds. All around cruelty, pain, anger. But it is the kind deeds that make us people, make us very happy.
The story that I will tell most likely happens on a daily basis and in different cities. You may have done that too. I myself saw how some bloggers on the Internet turn this into a whole show. Well, it's their business - to do good deeds just like that, or on camera. Perhaps they just want people to wake up and do as they do.
So, one morning I was going to make myself breakfast, and found that I had no bread at all. The shop is nearby, the weather outside is fine, I put on a light jacket, sneakers, grabbed my wallet, and ran to the supermarket. I wanted to buy bread in the evening, but I completely forgot, because there was a lot of work.
I walked around the store, chose my bread, grabbed another box of my favorite tea, and went to the checkout. My grandmother was standing in line in front of me. I noticed her even earlier. She stood at the groceries for a long time, then put something in the basket, she looked confused. So, it was the turn of the grandmother. She had a minimal set of products - a small carton of milk, cheap pasta, and the same cheap sweets. When the time came to pay, the grandmother handed the seller a change in her palm. But the seller, having counted everything, said that the grandmother did not have enough to pay.
What a pitiful look the grandmother looked at these products, she had to leave something, there was not enough for everything. My heart sank, straight to tears, honestly! I told my grandmother that I would pay for her purchase, and at the checkout I also took cookies, tea, a can of stew, a pact of condensed milk - well, you know, there are always promotions. My grandmother was embarrassed by this situation, but I assured her that everything was in order and that there was no need to refuse help.
I paid for my grandmother's purchases, my bread and coffee, and went to the exit. And the old woman came up to me, and with tears in her eyes began to say how grateful she was. I gave her some more money and told her to spend it on groceries for herself. At that moment, I was not proud of my act. It was very hard on my soul. There are so many old people in the world who do not have enough money even for a standard set of products. And how many of us, who are standing and choosing in stores, "what would I buy." Why is it impossible to help the disadvantaged at least occasionally? Maybe it is not necessary for the old people, maybe the children will not have enough for something.
Would it make any difference to you if you spend a couple hundred on a person who really needs it? Isn't the understanding that you were able to help at least someone be the best reward for your act? The shops have a lot of grandmothers who sell something from the garden, why not buy something from them, adding a little on top? Why not be kinder?
And you know, when I helped my grandmother, when she stood almost with tears in her eyes and thanked me for that, my heart was so heavy. But then all this was replaced by some kind of happiness. Yes, I left the store a happy person! It turns out it's so great to help people. And then at home, I ate my sandwiches, washed them down with coffee, and remembered how my grandmother looked at me, and how her eyes shone. And my soul shone!
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