I saw some childern playing today. They made me remember about one of my childhood biggest hero.
When I was in first grade in elementary school, I used to put my lunch money in my school bag. Back then, elementary school still had some exercise before going to class and study. Before going to school field to do that exercise I put my lunch money first. But when I went back, it was gone. Because I lost my lunch money, I couldn't eat lunch. So I went to my brother class (he was in 3rd grade) to tell him about my lost money. But for some reason, he ignored me. So I started crying.
When I was crying, a boy asked me why I cried. I told him, I lost my lunch money. And then he gave me his lunch money, then I stopped crying. Tomorrow it happened again, I went to my brother classroom, cried, and that boy gave me his lunch money again. It happened for two weeks long.
But in a monday morning, one of my brother classmates (he was my brother bestfriend) was suspicious why my money always gone. So he went to my classroom when all the students were exercising at the school field. Then he caught some random student was stealing my money. He told the teachers and that student got a detention.
Later I told my parents about my lost money and someone who stole it. I told my parents about a boy who always gave me his lunch money too. My parents gave me some money, and told me to give the money to the boy. I gave back his lunch money, he accepted it and said thanks.
I learned later that, the boy is poor and often didn't have something to eat.
I can't remember his name or his face. Because few months after it, he moved out of town.
But he taught me to always give, no matter condition you are in.
