My friend and I were walking through the underground pass yesterday. There was a little homeless boy playing with a ball, and the ball got lost. My friend actually stopped, retrieved the ball and gave it back to the little boy with a smile.
My friend is this amazing guy. He always gives to charity, does community service, loves children. He’s 19 but he’s the most mature and complete person I’ve ever met. He greets everyone with a smile, and he’s going to go a long, long way in life.
But when I look at myself, I feel guilty and bad. I’d have never even looked at the little boy. I hardly ever give to the homeless. I hardly think of others. And all of this makes me feel really, really small.
So from now on, I want to be kinder to others and really mean it.
