After school, the students say goodbye to each other happily, ready to go home, I went into the village, just to oneself the home of the gate, was attracted by the door of a scene - a 60 uncle, is not tall, wearing a white coat, limped walking, the other people the way of a few seconds, will allow him to go for a few minutes, or more.
Silently I looked at him, and he walked in the park the cobbles, there are many children use the malicious look to him, he just laugh it off, "a group of lovely child!"
The next day, I still saw him walking on the stone egg road, the wind gently blowing, seemed unusually quiet. He walk, accidentally fell down. I have a look, panic nasty in the heart, calm to lifted him up quickly. He looked at me, thanks, then limped away, seems to don't want me to see his deputy.
That night, the figure appeared again: he walked old crutches, is to open the two meters high 'mailboxes. For a disabled people, turn a two meters high 'mailboxes on is not an easy thing. I took the keys in his hand, feet stand, took out a pile of paper and gave it to him.
He don't talk, his eyes filled with gratitude. He tried to put the tears back, clip the newspaper, and left. Presumably he would be in a corner crying, did not reveal any feelings in life, it is brave to face life.
In life, you to pay a small step for the disabled, in his heart is established is a kind of belief. Take care of the disabled, they need us every moment of the day.
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