Log #7

     This week, I read an article about helping others, which gives people more happiness than they could imagine, and I found that is true. I was a selfish child, who fought with my brother for maybe a piece of cookie; besides, no matter how many times teachers taught us to share what we had with classmates, I didn't listen to them. It might because it was rare for me to have cookies or because I didn't own a lot to share; it might also because I was just too selfish to give out anything. What I had only thought was why I should to that; I didn't find any reason to give. As I grew up, teachers stopped saying sharing but helping. We were supposed to help, that was just correct. However, still, I couldn't convince myself of doing so. After I helped others, I felt tired, for there was always more than just helping. In some cases, the whole problem would become my business; in some cases, the helper would be blamed for doing too little; in some cases, the helper becomes the last straw to clutch at and becomes stressed. Therefore, I considered myself to be selfish for I was unwilling to help.

     Nevertheless, the idea changes as I become an adult. In my life, I have long been helped by others -- family, teachers, friends, strangers. I have asked a lot in the process of growth but unwilling to give. In a point, I understand why we are supposed to help; it's because we are humans. Humans always need help, and there must be someone to provide and someone to receive. We help because we want to be helped one day when we need. Helping becomes something able to symbolize love. The circle of helping people shows the flows of love. Knowing the reason behind helping, it seems that I become not so stubborn, and I hope one day I can start to enjoy the feeling of giving and sharing.

A video about helping others: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwAYpLVyeFU