"My World Vs. Real World"

 While I was driving along the way to treat myself a nice dinner at my favorite restaurant near Russian Market after I finished self-quarantine for 2 weeks ( sorry for such a long introduction) , I was a guy in his 50s volunteering to help with the traffic was asking a carrot from a passenger in a bike with a cart full of carrots. Kindly enough the passenger gave him more than 2 and even-handed the middle age guy a plastic bag to take more carrots.  I was so moved and realized that sometimes the kindest people are the poor. It not how much you can give, it is your willingness to share. Be kind :)

  Exchanging the gifts of childhood for the ultimate sacrifice When I was about her age, 14-year-old I read a book about her and her childhood friends' sacrifice during the Nazis war. Her story has played a huge role in my life and dream. The feeling and nostalgia do  not change. But, after so many attempts of getting a job at international organizations, I have been working for corporates ever since. T he worst thing I got caught up with modernization and materialism and I almost forget about my dream to make the world a better place for other children and people.  T he following is her story: "In the early summer of 1941, during her summer vacation, this Leningrad schoolgirl went to visit her grandmother in a village. After the war started, she found that she was unable to return home as the village she was living in had been captured by the Germans.   In the summer of 1943, Lara and a friend ran away to join a partisan unit, where she became a scout. She collected informati