never underestimate the power of kindness
When I was in elementary school, we played a game of tag in the multipurpose hall and I was the tagger. As I ran chasing my friends, I twisted my ankle. I fell to the floor, lying in pain, and to my misfortune the bell had to immediately ring. So I saw every person, one by one, leaving me behind exiting through the door.
In that moment, I understood the feeling of despair.
Then one person, before he exited the door, decided to look behind and saw me. He lend me his hand, picked me up, and walked with me. To this day, I have never forgotten his face or his name. By lending his hand, my faith for humanity immediately became restored.
What would I be had nobody picked me up? To a small child like me, it would probably mean a lot. I am eternally grateful for the experience because without it, I wouldn't obtain something so valuable.