Choosing to help is choosing a happy life. There are many choices, but how many people will choose to open a flower for others? I accidentally read a story the other day, which deeply touched me. After the Vietnam War, a soldier called his parents: "Mom and Dad, I'm back." When parents heard the news that their son was still alive, they couldn't help but burst into ecstasy. "But I still want to bring a friend back to live with us." The son went on to say. "Yes, you are very welcome." "But there's another thing I have to tell you, that friend was badly injured in the war, with only one leg and one arm ..." "Son," father interrupted, "don't bring such a disabled person back! You have no idea what this has done to our poor family. He will find his own sky. " Then the son hung up and his parents never heard from him again. After a long time, the Los Angeles police called his family: "I'm sorry to tell you that your son committed suicide by jumping off a building. This is a pure suicide case. Please come. " His parents were heartbroken and went to Los Angeles to claim the body. The ending should be guessed by everyone: it is indeed their son, but one leg and one arm are missing ... The parents in the story lost their happiness for a lifetime because of a wrong choice, leaving them with indelible scars. And the mistake they made was precisely because they didn't choose to help. In fact, help doesn't have to be earth-shattering, maybe it's a caring greeting, maybe it's a warm blessing, maybe it's a hand after a fall, maybe it's a smile after a collision ... believe it, friends! Choosing help is choosing happiness. Don't repeat the mistakes of your parents in the story because you didn't choose to help.