It is inevitable to encounter difficulties in life. When we encounter difficulties, we must long for someone to help us. This is human nature. And what do we do when we see people with difficulties in work and life? Are you brave enough to lend a helping hand?

Speaking of this, there is something I have personally experienced that makes me feel particularly ashamed. A whole year has passed, and this experience has always been lingering in my mind, refusing to leave. Every time I touch this memory, my heart aches.

That was a year ago, when we traveled to a remote northern town and rented a family hotel for the night.

Early the next morning, the sun was shining brightly and I felt particularly happy. I walked to the street and saw an old woman working, taking down the firewood sticks from a simple trolley one by one, and then placing them on the large pile of firewood that was twice as tall as her body. Throw. People there call firewood sticks "banzi", and there is such a big pile of banzi at the door of almost every house.

I happened to be waiting for someone, so I went up to chat with her. While she was working, she chatted with me wordlessly. When I asked her why you still do this kind of work at your age, she stopped working and told me her story.

She said: "I have 8 children, and I live with my youngest son now. The younger son goes out to work and is away from home. I live by myself and go out to pick up some half-money so that I can cook on the kang." Ask Her age, knowing that she was over 80 years old, made me feel sympathy when I heard this.

She did not regard me as a stranger, but actually opened up the conversation: "My natal family is in Shandong. When I was 19 years old, my neighbor introduced me to a person, a forestry worker here who is 10 years older than me. . That year, I followed my neighbor’s family to this forest area thousands of miles away from home. I didn’t want to find out until I arrived that the man introduced by my neighbor was not 10 years older than me, but 20 years older. ” p>

She paused for a while and then said: "I married him and gave birth to 8 children. No, 12 children." After hearing this, I was wondering, why is this?

Immediately afterwards, her words gave me the answer: It turned out that she gave away the four children after they were born, including a pair of twins. At the beginning, she knew whose family she had given the child to. Later, these families moved away one after another, and she didn't know where they had moved to now.

"You said, now I have diabetes and a bad heart. My daughter came home and brought a basket of eggs two days ago. I couldn't stand it after eating a few."

< p> "Now that I am like this, who of my children who have been given away can come back to me?" When I heard this, my heart suddenly trembled. If I can still see these children in this life, it will be a mother's longing for many years! Can those children who were given away know the thoughts of a mother far away at this time? If they knew, could they come back to visit their ailing biological mother without hesitation?

At this time, a kind of pity and sympathy came to my heart at the same time. Suddenly, I thought of CCTV's large-scale public welfare family search program "Waiting for Me", but at that time, I only considered the elderly's children and none of them were at home, so I finally didn't say anything.

It is my regret and heartache that I did not personally tell this caring old man that the "Waiting for Me" program would allow her to find her own child. Therefore, I often blame myself now, why didn't I tell her that there was a program called "Waiting for Me" that could help her? Why didn't I ask her who her last name was?

This reminds me of what my mother, who is nearly 90 years old, once told me about a regret she had in her life. When she was in a hurry when she was young, she saw a woman crying on a grave and did not pull her up. Give her a try and persuade her.

The regrets of mother and daughter are exactly the same. I don't regret that I didn't get any benefits, but I regret that I didn't help others in time. This may be because "human beings are inherently good by nature"!

I have secretly made up my mind a long time ago. If I can still find that old man and she can still wait for me, I will definitely tell her and help her through CCTV's "Waiting for Me" large-scale charity project program to find her children and make her dreams come true.

I tell this story to everyone, firstly, to remind myself that if I encounter others in difficulty in the future, I must lend a helping hand and do my best to help them. Second, I hope that everyone can lend a helping hand when they meet someone in need.

Putting yourself first and foremost in everything is the motivation to help others. If it was our parents who fell, can we ignore it? cannot. If the person being hurt is one of our own relatives, can we ignore it? Neither can. Helping loved ones is a duty, and helping others is also a joy.

La Bruyere has a famous saying: "The best satisfaction is to give satisfaction to others." Helping others is also helping yourself. If you help someone today, we may need help tomorrow.