Love To Make Others Happy By Anvita Vishwanathan

To start with, I’m the kind of person who really loves to make others happy, especially because helping someone is rewarded, when I make someone else feel good I feel good and others always remember me for good. A few examples are narrated below. As I write them, I get stronger in my opinion about myself.

A Piece of Cake

“It’s time to cut the cake!” the birthday girl yelled. As we all received slices of cake, I noticed that there wasn’t enough cake for everyone. A girl named Pragya didn’t receive a slice. I hated that frown. Even if I didn’t know her, that doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to her.

I went to her and gave her my slice of cake. She was confused at first, but I explained to her that I felt bad for her and insisted that she had the cake I had given her. We both chatted and became instant fiends.

A few days later, when I was dying of boredom, the bell rang. I opened the door and was surprised to see Pragya standing in the hall. I also noticed that she was carrying the most magnificent gingerbread house I had ever seen!

“Thanks so much for giving me your slice of cake!”

“No problem!” I said. “But, um… why do you have a gingerbread house?”

“It’s for you!”

“Thank you so much Pragya!” I exclaimed, feeling deeply pleased that she wanted to give me the gingerbread house.

This incident shows me that I love helping people. If I can do something nice for someone, I will. And, who knows? Someone you helped might repay you with kindness. I don’t need rewards all the time. Sometimes, a smile is agood reward. I don’t know why, but I feel happy when someone smiles because of me. I can prove it with this example.

LOST

I was aimlessly walking through the racks of clothes, when I heard someone crying. It was a little boy (probably about four years old). I felt sorry for him and decided to help him.

I walked up to him, and asked gently, “What’s wrong?” He shied away at first, but realized I wanted to help.

“I can’t find mommy! I looked for her, but she isn’t there!” he wailed. I told him to relax. “Take deep breaths. We’ll find your mother, okay? I’m here to help.” I wasted no time and started searching.

I was sure his mother was also looking for him, so I watched for any woman who looked like she was desperately looking for something.

Ten minutes passed…

Twenty minutes passed…

Thirty minutes passed…

But no sign of the boy’s mother.

After an hour of searching, I found an adult who had the bills stapled to the bags, but she was still looking for something or someone. I guessed that she was his mo, so I asked, “Areyou looking for something?”

“Yes!” she cried. “I’m looking for my son! Have you seen him?” I guided her towards her son, explaining what had happened.

Once she saw him, she told him to never disappear like that ever again. I think the smiles on their faces was reward enough. It sounds cheesy, but it’s true. If I make someone smile, I feel good. To me, there is only one reward that is better: when I’m rememberedfor good. An example of this is-

An Old Friend

I was alone in the park, when I heard sobbing, as quiet as a whisper. A girl my age was sitting on a bench, crying. She looked dreadfully upset. I felt bad for her, so I decided to talk to her.

I asked, “Why are you crying?”

“I overheard my ‘so called friends’ talking about me. They said that they just pretended to be my friends!” she replied. She broke down and told me everything. I had been in similar situations, so I knew exactly what she was talking about. I shared some of my experiences and over time, we became close friends. We talked and played, but one day she couldn’t take the teasing anymore.

She came to me, crying, saying that she’ll never go to school again. After she calmed down, I said, “you know, you’re one of the kindest person I have ever met. If they don’t want to be your friends, that’s their loss, not yours.” As I spoke, I realized the truth in those words. She did to. She smiled and said, “You’re right. They’re missing out, not me. I have a good friend right next to me.”

A few years later, she called me from the USA. I was quite pleased that she still remembered me for the good deeds I had committed. With this, I can conclude that-

These stories are important because they prove that I will help anyone in need. I’ve realized that I like having a positive atmosphere around me. The reasons are simple. 1- kindness is rewarded. 2- I smile when someone else does. 3- kindness is always remembered. Going forward, I should make sure that I am not taken advantage of, but I shall certainly do the best I can to help someone smile.

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