Nineteen years ago, I personally experienced an incident that I always feel filled with emotion when I think of it.
In 2003, I took my four-year-old son back to Fuzhou from Loudi, Hunan, and had to transfer at Yingtan in Jiangxi on the way. The time was already after twelve o'clock in the evening, because I brought a lot of local products from my hometown and had a lot of luggage. In addition, my child walks very slowly, so after I got off the bus, I led my child to sit in the aisle of the station. There was only one old man who picked up scraps in the aisle. We had to wait 40 minutes for the train to Fuzhou. Bored, I looked for that person. I chatted with the older brother who picked up scraps, and he told me: After twelve o'clock, the Cherry Railway Station is very chaotic, with professional thieves and people snatching things... I was a little scared after hearing this, and thought that I was lucky to have this junk-picking brother as my companion. After chatting for a while, a young man came from the other end of the passage and walked towards where we were sitting. At this time, the big brother who picked up scraps got up and was about to leave. He asked me to go to the waiting room quickly and said to me: "Come towards us." The person who robbed him of his money was only more than 30 yuan, which is what he paid for selling mineral water bottles in two days." I had too much stuff. When I got off the bus, a young passenger who got off the bus helped me carry two bags. I only had to hold my child and drag a trolley suitcase. Now the eldest brother who picks up scraps is older and has no intention of helping me with my luggage. I can't say anything. I see the eldest brother who picks up scraps walks away and the person from the other end approaches, even though it is the season to wear sweaters. , but I was sweating, and suddenly I had a bold idea in my heart. When the young man approached, I stood up with the child in my arms and walked over to him. I said to the young man: "I heard that the train station is in chaos. I am very scared. I hope the young man can help." "I" the young man looked at me. He didn't say anything at the time, but his expression was gentler than when we first met. I took the opportunity to express my admiration to him: "I knew he was a good person just by looking at me." I asked him to sit on my trolley case. He stayed with us, mother and son, and took out the peanuts and melon seeds in the bag to treat him to eat. At this time, there was a smile on the young man's face. He spread a newspaper on the ground and asked me to sit on the trolley suitcase. He sat on the ground and we ate peanuts and melon seeds and chatted together. He told me that his home was in a rural area in Jiangxi, and his parents I am a farmer, with three brothers and sisters. I have an older brother and a younger sister. I am the second oldest child. I have been in primary school for about three years. I don’t want to farm in the countryside and come to the big city of Yingtan to see the world... He also asked me about my situation, and I told him truthfully. Looking at his eyes, I felt that he was a little envious of me. After sitting there for a while, I heard the announcement: The train to Fuzhou has arrived. The young man got up to help me carry my luggage and drag the trolley suitcase for me. He asked me to hold my child and go ahead. He also told me to be careful when going up the stairs, saying that I was wearing high heels and hugging me. If you are carrying a child, you may fall if you are not careful. At this time, I felt a little warm in my heart. When he got up to pick up the luggage, I was afraid that he would take the opportunity and run away with the luggage. My small bag was placed in the trolley suitcase, and the money was also in it... When he walked me to the door of the carriage, he took out a PHS phone from his pocket and asked me to tell him my phone number and he would dial it for me. I could call him when I got to Yingtan in the future. I thought for a moment and said, "I just changed my number recently and I still can't remember it." I borrowed a ballpoint pen from the conductor at the door of the train and asked the young man to write his own number on my ticket. After a while, when the car started, I would call it with my mobile phone. The young man smiled happily. In order to thank him, I left the peanuts and melon seeds in my hand to the young man. After the train started, I looked at him outside the window and slowly walked toward the passage along with the flow of people getting off the train, glancing at the train from time to time. In the end, I didn't call the young man's phone number. After arriving in Fuzhou, I threw the ticket into the trash can.
Many years later, I often think about this incident, wondering if he would be disappointed if he didn't wait for my call, and if he would take the right path from now on. He should be the father of several children now. I wish him all the best! I am grateful for his help that year, and even more admire my boldness to "ask for help" back then.
