Since I was 3 years old, every day my grandma took me to the grocery market in our neighborhood. There I met a lot of kind people, the storekeepers, our next door neighbor, and many friendly kids. I have always been grateful that I was born and raised in such a harmonious neighborhood community.
One day, my grandma took me to the market as normal. However, when she was buying food, I went somewhere else. When I turned back to find her, she was gone. I was so young that I had never met this situation before. I began to worry and am so scared that the only thing I did at that time was crying and crying. I was so vulnerable that I was too young to deal with this situation.I did not know where to look for help and nobody noticed my great fear and scare.
As I was crying and helpless. A nice vendor lady saw me crying and came to me. She told me not to worry too much. My grandma might have gone home. At the same time, a young lady who lived just next-door passed by and told me that she can took me home. Suddenly, when I saw their sincere faces, I became very calm.
The warmhearted lady lived next-door safely took me home when my grandma was anxious about losing me at the market. My grandma expressed her millions of gratitude to the aunt. Afterwards, whenever my grandma talked about this to me, she always said that we were fortunate to have such a benevolent neighborhood community. She taught me that when I grew up I should help people in difficulties as much as I can. Though I was very young at that time, my grandma has been keeping mention this story again and again to remind me to be a nice and kind person. No matter where I’ve been, I helped people as long as I was able to lend a hand. Even though I did not earn money nor are there compliment every time, I enjoyed doing this. Because I knew that these trivial things for us may have great impact on others who received your favor. And also, taking the initiative to help before they ask is also essential because people may have many reasons not to ask when they are in trouble. This is what I have always been doing and will keep doing in the future.
My Grandma’s words got imprinted in my mind and became a moral principle of mine. This experience has had great impact on my later life and shaped me to the self I am now.
It is obvious that what people in my neighborhood community do influences what I do. Their behavior is a epitome of our place and is also a paragon of mine. I learned language from them; I learned knowledge from them; what’s more important, I learned kindness from them. The appearance of this place may change a lot over years; however, its moral will never change.