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Spiritual recovery from the infection in love


Was doing online game, good value is calculated the number of individual points, scoring good results can be measured by the degree; moment that was new, will answer play. One-question to answer is completed, I finally had 90 points, but the system prompt, and that 10 points is not good, in others it became a kind of love the next infection. Oh, it seems they do not entirely a good person. I was thinking, this is a good 10 percent do not mind the hard, cold, or cold? Although this is only a game, made me think a lot. Many, many people, including himself, believe he was a good man, but the good is relative, not absolute. This very kind man, perhaps in the desire, self-interest before, after some harsh realities, the good scores will be discounted. Self-examination, she really kind. I remember from childhood began I do not know the nature, growth environment, or the story of the textbook, filling a good clear mind. Poverty period, the door to the beggar was, I let him Bon appetit; lonely neighbor grandmother was seriously ill, I will help her to call the doctor; see people butcher chickens, see these poor creatures struggling in a pool of blood, My heart will tremble; and even now, to see the drama of each scene of appalling, I will go back and blindfolded hand. Snow to help a neighbor in childhood, youth in the car seat, adult love donations, these little things, gave his life to add a colorful halo. I know the gift of roses, hand shop unless, for others, happiness itself. Sometimes silly thought, if I were a rich man nice, so I will help those poor people suffering, I would not put a person of wealth to their own pleasure. However, through many years of life after the storm, when I look back, was found on their own good,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I do not know since when have become numb and indifferent. Sometimes in the street, the station to see physical disabilities, mental disabilities, victims beg for help ... ... I seem to be intentionally or unintentionally bypass, hard to say that care in such a small vote, or else. Although I will practice for their own guilt, but also self-consolation: the matter concerns an armchair, as long as they did not do anything contrary to the conscience of the thing, why should Guannameduo? Besides, I hold the baby in the car station firm, who seat to me? I have met a lot of unfair treatment when, who for me justice? In this way, learned to complain, learned indifference, leading to his heart sinking as white as snow space dust fall on the floor. An increasingly sleeping mind, after a thing after that, it gradually regained consciousness. One day this summer, L see me from a thousand miles away. Speaking of L, he is affecting my every nerve of people. That he had just got off flaming sun baked the ground, people having a hard time in the heat. Experienced long hours of jolting, L may be already sleepy, because our meeting, he will naturally become spirit. I was just taking L arms, through the crowded pedestrian plaza, after a street corner and saw a middle-aged woman dressed dirty broken knees, broken bowl placed in front of some change. Lying next to an approximately three-year-old little girl, pale and thin, bare ass, only set off by a newspaper under the body. Mother and daughter there is no shade, sun face was red. Perhaps the child was seriously ill, right? I thought to myself. I was totally immersed in the joy when you meet and in L, just holding his hand to move forward and do not want to let go, wanted him to hurry back to cool the house to rest. I want to walk in diameter, when the mother and daughter, L is stopped, took out a coin from his pocket and gently placed in front of a woman. At that moment, my heart trembled a little, towards the L smiled, want to hold him. L random act of inspired me.They remained there a Tangzhao a kneeling again. See the occasional passers-by to give her a little something, I feel a little relief. I stood there a moment, only the thoughts of L, but also the poor mother and daughter want to a modest mind. I pulled out a coin from the bag and gently placed in front of her, L shadow emerges again in my eyes, he is so cute. A lot, I miss L, always remember that day he put the coin lightly scene. After a long time on a Sunday, a group of Teachers College students infested leukemia fund-raising initiatives in the streets, when I received a written proposal, the eyes moist abruptly, did not hesitate to pull out from a red purse yuan, light light into the collection box. Bow to thank the students again and again, I never had the fun and joy, L shadow appeared in my mind. My sinking heart may have numbness, loss of mind that their homes will be in love L infection, recover. I am happy and happy. Perhaps, only L, only the most infected me.