{"id":6117,"date":"2018-07-17T01:02:09","date_gmt":"2018-07-17T01:02:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/?p=6117"},"modified":"2018-07-17T01:02:09","modified_gmt":"2018-07-17T01:02:09","slug":"a-real-good-person","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/archives\/6117","title":{"rendered":"A Real Good Person"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Real Good Boy<\/strong><\/p>\n

What\u2019s the definition of good people to you? \u00a0Heroes with superpowers that only appear in comic books? \u00a0A police officer that helps to keep the order in the city? \u00a0Or a firefighter saving the people trapped in a building with uncontrollable fire surrounding then? \u00a0Yes, they are good people, but good people could go down to just someone you met every day. \u00a0To me, one of the good people I met is a boy I had been in the same class with.<\/p>\n

He was not very special on the outside. \u00a0He did\u2019t wear a cape like most heroes we know. \u00a0Nor did he join volunteering work regularly. \u00a0He was just an ordinary student who did not stand out and blended into the environment seamlessly. \u00a0He wore glasses, like what most students in our school. His uniform was clean most of the times, except when we had art classes. \u00a0You wouldn\u2019t see him in the basketball court or volleyball court playing balls with his friends. \u00a0He usually stood in the corner of our school with his two buddies and listened to them while saying a few words occasionally.\u00a0 He really wasn\u2019t that outstanding, despite being in the same class for two years, we barely said a word with each other, nor did we greet each other when we met each other in the hallway. \u00a0I wouldn\u2019t remember if he was in my class if you didn\u2019t mention him, but one day he made me remember him forever and realize what \u201cgood people\u201d really means.<\/p>\n

It was a regular school day, during lunch. \u00a0All of us students were glad to have a break after four hours of classes, and happily chatting away with friends while eating lunch boxes bought from the mall nearby. \u00a0A lot of students were eating in the canteen, and it was loud, like every other day during lunch. \u00a0I was no difference, making jokes with my girl friends, sharing what food we just bought with each other, playfully complaining why we didn\u2019t buy drinks for ourselves, until a loud bang on the table rang through the cafeteria, making everyone in the large room go quiet. A boy from another class stood up, his back facing me, fist formed on his side, and you could almost see steam coming out of his ears. \u00a0The canteen went silent.\u00a0 It was so quiet, and you could hear a mosquito fly by if you were there.<\/p>\n

\u201cI dare you say that one more time to my face. \u00a0I dare you!\u201d he exclaimed, and pointed to the boy sitting opposite to him, who had a smug look on him. Everyone else in the cafeteria had eyes on them and they didn\u2019t seem to care. \u00a0A fight was seconds away from starting, until he started to speak up.<\/p>\n

\u201cD-don\u2019t fight, come on,\u201d he stammered. His voice was not loud, but it could be heard in the room, and his shaky voice was heard clearly by me despite sitting a few tables away. \u00a0Anxiety filled his eyes behind his thick lenses when he looked up to the boy who stood up, letting me have a good look at him. \u00a0Fear was written all over his face, and the hand that was held up in an effort to clam the boy down was trembling, but the fear did nothing to cease him from stopping a fight that could ruin a friendship. \u00a0The boy with his back towards me was breathing so hard, his shoulders were rising with his breathing. \u00a0The tension created by the boys was in the room was so thick it could be cut by a knife.<\/p>\n

After a few seconds, although it felt like a century, the boy banged the table again in order to relief his fury before storming away from the canteen, which he left with the boy, leaving the smug boy alone, sitting by the table. \u00a0And after a few moments, the canteen resumed to its usual noisy state.<\/p>\n

It had been two years since it happened, and the three of them are still like the Three Musketeers, always hanging out with each other and the two boys seems to have forgotten the incident. No one knew what caused the outburst, and no one seemed to remember what he did that day except for me. \u00a0He still went on his day in school. We weren\u2019t in the same class anymore after Secondary 3, but I always notice him when we walked past each other even though we still did not greet each other. \u00a0And whenever I walked pass him, I could always remember the fear in his eyes that day and his determination to stop a fight, the image was pierced into my mind, and it made me change my view on what \u201cgood people\u201d could be.<\/p>\n

Good people are not only superheroes wearing a cape. Good people are not only the police officers patrolling the streets. Good people are not only the firefighter saving us from a fire.<\/p>\n

Good people are the ones who are not afraid to stop something bad from happening.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"A Real Good Bo<\/strong>What\u2019s the definition of good people to you? \u00a0Heroes with superpowers that only appear in comic books? \u00a0A police officer that helps to keep the order in the city? \u00a0Or a firefighter saving the people trapped in a building with uncontrollable fire surrounding then? \u00a0Yes, they are good p.........Read More<\/a>","protected":false},"author":194,"featured_media":8474,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6117","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","language-en","classlevel-s4","schoolyear-77"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6117","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/194"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6117"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6117\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6118,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6117\/revisions\/6118"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8474"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6117"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6117"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.carmelss.edu.hk\/buddingwriters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6117"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}