When I lived in Korea, I used to see a thin old woman with white hair in my neighbor in 1990.
On the street, she was pushing her handcart and looking around the supermarket garbage and trashcans to collect some empty boxes. She walked on the street all day long every day to collect the boxes. Whenever I went out, I could see her. Even though it was exhausting for her, she had a smile on her face. One day I met her at the back of the supermarket by chance. We had a small talk and I found out that she lived alone without a family so she collected some boxes, sold them to buy some food. After that I had an idea. I was planning on collecting some boxes that were taken away at home
and giving her them. I also met my neighor and talked about the old woman how to help. Fortunately neighbors agreed to help her. At that time, we lived in the same townhouse so we collected boxes at back yard and gave her them once a week. I was happy to share a good thing with other people and my family. A small act of kindness gave people more confidence to live. Later on, I hope my children may help someone in other way.














