ItissaidthatTherose'sinherhand,theflavorinmineandasforme,helpingothersmakesmerealizemyvalueandfeelproudofmyself.ItwasacoldwinternightthatImetthepooroldwomanwholonelysitatthecornerofthecrossroads.Pennilessasshelookedlike,sheworeaworn-outcoatwithlotsofpatches,holdingabasketfullofeggswithhertremblingredhands.Itseemedthatthepoorwomanwouldnotleaveuntilhereggsweresold,butunluckilynopassers-bywaswillingtostoptobuyhereggs.Worriedaboutwhetherherweaktremblingbodycouldstandthesharplycoldwindatnightanylonger,Iwalkedtoherandbuyallhereggswithmypocketmoneywithoutbargaining.Whenthewarmsmilebrightenedonherface,asenseofprideflowedintomymind.Helpingothersisawin-winaction,whichbenefitsthosewhoneedourhelpandmeanwhilemakesourlifemoremeaningfulanddelighted.Byhelpingothers,wemakeourefforttowarmtheworld,andalsowarmourselves.