Honestly, if I join some volunteer work, that mission should come with some rewards. This must sound hypocritical, but that is what I truly think. There’re only a few volunteer records in my life, however, very time I join the mission, there is something which inspires me.
When I was in F.1, I joined the visit to the apartments of 3 elderly people. My teammates and I had to carry 3 heavy bags which were packed with gifts, walk in the pouring rain, and climb up the stairs in order to give the gifts to the elderly.
As always, my attitude towards this mission was just for the rewards. When I knocked on the first door, I didn’t think I would stay long and chat with the elderly. My purpose was to finish all the questionnaires with them as soon as possible. However, the blissful smile on the old couples’ face changed my mind. My heart suddenly melted. Their smiles seemed to be so familiar to me. Then I thought of my grandma. When she saw me, she gave me the same smile. In their house, I could feel the warm atmosphere surrounding me. We chatted for a long time. When my teammate realized it’s time to go, all of us were a bit reluctant to leave.
After that, we went to the second apartment. The house was full of religious decorations. While we were chatting with the old lady, I found her dozing off in the rocking chair. This picture showed a sense of loneliness. As I looked into her eyes, she stared back to me. Even so, I could tell the stare was very lazy.
This time, we didn’t stay for a long time. After a while, we headed to the third apartment. Before the door was opened, we had to wait for a long time. This became all very suspicious. Eventually, the door was slightly opened. From the small gap, I could see an old man trying hard to push the door aside. He leaned himself against the door and tried all his best to open the gate. When we stepped into the flat, I could see things scattered everywhere on the floor. The house was full of trash, and the air was filled with stench. In the small corner of the house, there’s a small bed where an old lady was lying. This scene really struck my heart. I wondered if their children had taken good care of them. Moreover, when we asked them questions, they seemed to be deaf. They couldn’t hear clearly. Looking at their sorrowful look, I felt sorry for them.
After visiting the three households, I remembered an ancient quote’ Honor thy father and thy mother’. I think most of the grown-ups must have forgotten this.