The mission of a transmitter of words is to share positive energy with more people and tell the most contagious stories to the people in words. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe story I am going to tell today has the tolerance and generosity of an old man, and the paranoia of society about individual phenomena.

After the night shift, I waited at the bus stop for bus 10. With a crash, I turned my head to look at where the sound came from. In the numb night, two people were lying on the ground. I waited for them to be able to stand up on their own, then apologize to each other and leave. But after a while, the two men still lay still. It's the middle of winter, and it's going to be so cold on the ground! The two people lying on the ground must have been injured.

I quickly walked over and saw an old man and a woman lying in the middle of the road, and an electric bicycle lying next to them. The old man's lying posture is also chic, lying on his side. And the woman's leg seemed to be injured, and she couldn't speak for a long time. Seeing a gray-haired old man lying on the road, I couldn't help but feel a little cautious in my heart, if I met a porcelain bumper, wouldn't it be asking for trouble to help the old man? But when I saw the electric car that fell to the ground, I overturned my own worries.

Are you alright? I asked the old man.

He seemed a little struggling, and muttered to me, "I'm going to the hospital to get medicine!" I sensitively realized that the old man was going to take this opportunity to go to the hospital to see a doctor for himself!

How are you feeling?

The old man still maintained the same position as he had just reclined on his side, and replied: "My leg hurts! You go and see how the young man is?" I'm fine.

A zealous lady came to help and lifted the old man up from the ground. I went to see the lady who was crying with her leg hugged, and I saw the lady in pain, holding her leg with one hand. With the help of another lady to help her up, she asked about her injuries, and she appeared to be in great pain. Of course, in that scenario, the lady may have been really injured, and there is also a possibility that she has staged a bitter ploy. She was worried that the old man who was sitting on the road would slander her.

At this time, many pairs of eyes on the side stared at the scene that happened on the road, and most people's expressions showed a kind of suspicion and anticipation. It may also be that I imagined that the passers-by were not so kind, I sweated for the lady sitting on the ground, if the old man can't get up today, she is directly responsible, even if it is touching porcelain, it can only be regarded as her unlucky.

I tried to get the old man to stand up on his own so that the lady could defuse a porcelain crisis.

The old man whispered to me, "Give me a hand!"

The old man was lifted up from the ground by the lady who had been enthusiastically helping just now, and he was still talking to us: I want to go to the hospital to get medicine.

From the old man's expression, I could see that there was no big problem, and then I breathed a sigh of relief for this lady. But sorry for her, from beginning to end, she did not apologize to the old man.

At this time, the No. 10 bus drove over, and I rushed over to take the bus and hurriedly said goodbye to them. When I got into the car, the old man appeared in front of me, and I smiled at him in a friendly way and motioned for him to get in the car first. He was busy looking for a bus card in a long-term purse, and to my surprise, the old man was actually a disabled person with no hands. At that moment, I had respect in my heart, a disabled person, an elderly person, can be so tolerant, he used his behavior to tell this society that not all old people are waiting to touch porcelain.

After getting into the car, I have been thinking about this question: If the old man just now was really injured and couldn't get up, how should the society view him? Is it necessary to impose the hat of touching porcelain on him? The old man is a vulnerable group in society, and he also needs the society to be more tolerant of them, why is it always the old man who touches porcelain? Isn't this question worth pondering? The old man's body is relatively fragile, and besides, the economic burden that the old man can bear is limited, so when he is knocked to the ground, he is naturally a little worried and panicked. The normal reaction of such a normal person is very likely to be misunderstood, and then amplified and turned into "blackmail".

After the old man got out of the car, he limped towards the hospital, looking at his back, and his heart suddenly felt bitter. Everyone has a time when they get old, and when they get old, they are not only slow to act, but also have a lot of ability to protect their own interests. They are also less respected and understood, and sometimes they are saddled as liars. Who can speak up for this group!

The old man didn't lie, he really wanted to get the medicine. He didn't need this opportunity to touch porcelain, maybe he really felt a lot of pain, but for the dignity of old age, he endured the pain and stood up and said it was okay. However, that young lady, the old man is so tolerant of you, is it really hard to say sorry?