" Giving love has nothing to do with pity. Because having pity on others is somewhat looking down upon them. But love should be frank and equal. Always bear in mind that the person who receive your benefaction is equal with you !" I was reading a Chinese magazine and when my sight reached the lines ,I stopped . An old lady and her granddaughter came into my mind. I used to have a bad habit ----- keeping a track of the good deeds I did and helping others publicly . And when I was in Senior Three, the old lady and her granddaughter appeared frequently recycling paper in a dustbin not far from my house. The dustbin was located by a busy road. It looked that the old lady was over fifty and her granddaughter was less than ten. The poor girl couldn't go to primary school because meningitis made her a low-intelligence girl. I tried to help them out of pity despite my heavy studied . As a student in Senior Three , I figured a lot every day, so I had a lot of used paper. I didn't throw it but took the time and trouble to gather it and gave it all to the old lady one day after my graduation. It was so smelly beside the dustbin that I nearly held my breath. But I managed to stand in front ot them , politely saying "Hello". I did this because I wanted to let them know that I never looked down upon them and I respected them just as I did to any other person. Although in my heart, frankly speaking , I had only pities. The old lady felt surprised and happy. She thanked me again and again. And I could hear the compliments from the passers-by . I felt so proud at that time. Then I noticed that her granddaughter sitting by the side of the dustbin , eating a small peice of pancake. She was still in her spring coats.
"Doesn't she feel hot?" I thought aloud: "I'm hot in my T-shit and shorts." The old lady said nothing this time. She managed a smile and went to the dustbin again. I was proud about my benefaction then and didn't realised the slight change of the lady. I ran back home and fetch some summer clothes I used to wear at the little girl's age. I went to the old lady again and said :" Hello.There are some old summer coats of mine for your granddaughter. They are not worn out." I expected a thousand thanks from the old lady, but she didn't accept them. Her face went red and she whispered :"We are not beggars." I was shocked. I didn't mean to hurt her... "We are not beggars." Now I understand how silly I was to help others publicly and expect return after doing a good deed.
I learned to treat the person I help equaly from the bottom of my heart and to give my love to others in a properly way.
Hha, I become" pitiless " now! LOL...
