Orxa research project "good people live everywhere". Kind people around

A kind person is one who loves people and is ready to difficult moment come to their aid. A kind person loves nature and protects it. A kind person loves birds and animals, helps them survive in the winter cold. A kind person tries to be neatly dressed, polite and respectful in dealing with friends and adults.

Kindness - responsiveness, warm-heartedness to people, the desire to do good to others. Good is everything positive, good, useful. Mercy is the willingness to help someone; - willingness to forgive a person; - the desire for good to another is participation in someone's fate; - humanity, selflessness, etc.

What is goodness? This is all good, kind, beautiful. What is evil? This is something opposite to good: bad, bad, trouble, unhappiness. We live with you on planet Earth. If good and evil exist on our planet, then people can do both good and evil deeds.

Good and evil are the main, basic concepts of morality (morality). Everything that helps man and nature is good for them - good. What hurts it is evil. The highest manifestation of goodness: peace and love for the Motherland, for the mother, other people, near and far, for the living and the dead, for work, nature, etc. The highest manifestation of evil is war, murder.

Kind people, as always, are not enough, Kind people, as always, are in short supply. Good people are not always understood, the heart of the good hurts more. The Kind - generously help the sick, the Kind - give warmth and comfort, the Kind - walk in step with the weak And they do not expect any spa-si-bo. He who stands confidently in the world, He does not reproach the other in anything, the Kind turns everything for good, His heart is aflame with courage.

Our lesson is coming to an end. You are still children, but there are many glorious deeds ahead of you. You will make our planet Earth beautiful. But first, you have to grow up to be real people. This means that you must be brave, sympathetic, polite, kind, hardworking.

Regardless of whether they expect good from you or not expect it - Do good. Regardless of whether they notice your good or not notice it - Do good. Regardless of whether they accept your good or reject it - do good. Regardless of what they will pay you for good: good or evil - do good. Do good and do not ask permission from anyone, For no one has power over your good. Sh.A. Amonashvili (Each of the children receives a memo with the words of Sh.A. Amonashvili)

For some reason, in our time, people are fixated on their problems and do not notice what is happening around. They do not believe that someone outside can help or simply say kind word... But in fact, there are good ones nearby helpful people, we just don't notice them. Users have shared touching stories, which prove that there is still a place for good in this world.

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I always come to work before everyone else. I pour myself some tea and fill both teapots to the brim. And at 08:55 I turn them on. How nice it is to see joy on the faces of people who have not yet woken up, who do not have to wait for the kettle to boil to make tea or coffee.

My best friend finally introduced our entire company (all of them have long been family) with his chosen one. Lips, eyelashes to eyebrows, selfies - the company did not accept her. Unexpectedly my youngest daughter I needed donated blood, asked for help in social networks, the people with whom we had been friends for years disappeared. Imagine my surprise when I saw that very diva in the hospital. The girl came to her daughter every day with gifts, food, and even helped my wife with cleaning the house and with her eldest daughter.

I stand on the side of the road, the car stops, and the guy lets me cross the road with a gesture and a smile. I do not dare to make a move, but he nods, they say, "Go, do not be afraid." So she moved so that the dude did not offend. And I was just waiting for a friend, I didn't need anywhere.

When I had no money at all, I lived for a month with an unfamiliar Tajik with his family. He is the driver of a minibus, which I often used and in which one day, out of despair, when I was evicted from a rented apartment, I began to sob. We talked and offered help. There were no other options, I am in a foreign country, no friends, no relatives. I agreed. I was fed delicious pilaf and was not allowed to do anything around the house, they say, the guest. I got through, very grateful to him and his wife, we still communicate.

When frosts hit and snow falls, I cannot get rid of the thought that somewhere there is a cat or a dog freezing. When there is time, I go around the nearest districts in search of such loners. Thus, I have attached two cats and a dog. Recently we took a dog, so it was a miracle in the first walk I found a kitten in a snowdrift and brought it in my teeth. I seem to have a companion now.
The kitten has already been handed over to loving hands.

Winter, 2000. Route Odessa-Kiev. An old Muscovite with a poorly functioning stove. I really need to go home. Night falls, the headlights go out. We cannot stop until the morning - we are running low on gasoline, we will freeze to death, and they can knock them down, we are without light, we are crawling 10-20 km. We are 20 and we are scared. Behind us, a huge wagon grows up, does not overtake, slows down to 50 km, turns on the distant one and crawls behind us until dawn, illuminating the path and protecting us. When dawn broke, overtook, honked and drove off into the distance.

As a student, he interrupted himself from bread to water. Ten years later I have an apartment, a car, a business. Every week I go to the library, take atlases / manuals / manuals and hide money in them. It will not decrease with me, and someone will receive an increase in the scholarship.

I went to the pharmacy, and there my grandmother was sitting, and one of the pharmacists was measuring her blood pressure. I’m standing at the checkout, they are punching my goods, and I hear a conversation: “Throw this device out, it’s old and doesn’t work, but this one (takes the pressure device from my grandmother’s hand and puts it in a box, put it in a bag) I’ll pay I understand everything myself, situations are different, please take it. " Grandmother was deeply moved, and so was I.

My husband worked as a lawyer all his life, a rather stern person, which plays a significant role in his profession. But one day, opening the door, I found him shaking and very anxious. Near the house, near the pipes, in winter I found a tiny kitten, which was already covered with frost. The kitten came out, a very affectionate baby is growing, and I once again became convinced that harsh people have a big heart at times.

Once I was crossing a two-pole road with my little daughter in my arms. A beha was driving along the nearest lane and stopped, letting us through. I went, but noticed that an old "fret" was rushing along the second lane. So this "beha" took a sharp front and right side, creating a human shield between me and my daughter and the second car. The Lada slowed down somehow. We probably would not have been knocked down, since I was on the alert, but I remember this act of the man from the "behi" for several years with goosebumps. Supermen are among us.

Once they gave me a huge soft bear (my height), and then I lived in a rented apartment and, when I moved out, so as not to toil with his transportation, I decided to leave. With the landlady I had bad relationship, and I did not leave such a gift for her, but went out into the entrance, listened and called the apartment, from which I could hear a child's screeching. I explained the situation to the parents of a cute girl of about four years old, they, after a little reflection, agreed to accept the toy, but were slightly surprised when I asked my dad's help to move the bear to them. These huge eyes and the undisguised happiness of a child when she saw a toy 10 times larger than herself, I will never forget.

My mother works in a social center and every year, before the New Year, she takes a list of low-income families in the area. She and dad buy gifts for all the kids and go secretly to congratulate them. In the costume of Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden they arrange a surprise for the kids. Parents do not tell anyone, even in the family they do not know everything, and I am so proud of them! Magicians!

When I was at university, I went home by train, naturally, like a hare. And on one of my trips, the controllers (platform control) who had noticed me for a long time decided to punish me - they simply did not let me near the train that had arrived. All my attempts to escape were in vain ... The doors of the carriages closed, my subconscious mind began to draw not the most cheerful hours at the station. The controllers went home with a sense of accomplishment. Then I hear the driver's shout: "Run!" - the doors of the carriages open, and under the checkmate of the controllers I run into the carriage.

When I was 8 years old, I pulled out a drowning one-year-old from the sea. 15 years have passed, this guy found me and asked me to be the godfather of his son, with the wording: "You saved me, so I am ready to entrust you with the most precious things." It was incredibly pleasant, especially when I saw pride in myself in the eyes of my parents and my wife.

I take the tram to work. One route goes the way I need it, the second does not turn off. It happens that not my route goes to the depot along the street I need. So the driver, when the tram goes along my street, approaching, nods to me, they say, sit down, and the conductor always greets.

I went to the bank to pay a loan. The day was awful as hell! There is a tiny parking lot near the bank, there is nowhere to turn around. I arrived, I look, at the very end there is a place, I pinch into it (fortunately, the machine is small), but I still can't fit. I try to turn around and finally get stuck, swinging in the middle of the cars. I'm sitting in the car, roaring. The workers were doing the front of the bank, they saw me, six people came and in their hands turned my typewriter 180 degrees with the words “don't roar”.

I was traveling by bus from St. Petersburg to Moscow. It was already night and it was very cold on the bus. Since I was sitting alone, I was able to settle in two seats, but because of the cold I could not sleep. And then, unexpectedly, something very warm came down on top of me, and I quickly fell asleep. Waking up in the morning already in Moscow, I saw that the man who was sitting behind me covered me with his jacket, and he remained sitting in one T-shirt ... It was a couple of years ago, but I still remember that warmth.

When the child went to school, I bought him a phone number to contact me.
One evening I go home after work and see announcements on the entrance door, written in felt-tip pen in children's handwriting and all in streams of tears: “The phone is missing. Please return ”- and our apartment number! I rip off the ad, I run home, and my son meets with tears (I played with the guys and dropped it somewhere). During the evening, four residents from our entrance timidly knocked on the door and brought the "found" phone.

I have a friend - a schoolgirl. Their three sisters, she is the eldest. In the courtyard of their high-rise building is an orphanage. And in the company they met an orphan boy from there. They began to chat, play, hang out in the yard. After a while, he began to go to their house. Then I met my parents, sometimes I drank tea with them. In general, the guy was frequenting. And then the girls began to ask this boy to adopt, they became very close friends. And the parents did not refuse! Thus, the girls suddenly had an older brother, and he found a family.

I was walking along an underground passage, someone was singing inside, and my child in a stroller was about to fall asleep ... I didn’t even have time to think that, they say, tryndets, now the child would wake up, as the musician began to quietly play a slow melody. Here is such a small and at the same time great good!

“I live in St. Petersburg. To get to work, I have to leave Art. Vasileostrovskaya is one of the oldest stations of the St. Petersburg metro, small, not at all adapted to such a huge passenger traffic. The lobby narrows towards the escalators, forming a funnel. At rush hour, the crush is terrible, even for me, a young man who is not deprived of power by God, to put it mildly, it is very uncomfortable to get out of the subway, they press so hard that their bones crack. I often visit Moscow and saw how many people there in the metro, much more, but there is no particular crush, just people are moving in a dense crowd. On our "Vaska" there is a real morning zapresson.

So this means that today I got out of the train as usual and began to make my way to the escalator, slowly moving towards the vent, next to my mother, a meter with a cap, skinny, small. And the kid with her, about four years old, in glasses. Well, they begin to pinch us as expected. The mother tries to cover up the child, but the pressure is great. The child begins to whine plaintively, to broadcast something like: "Oh, oyy, mommy, it hurts, ooooooo ..". The smartest start giving advice like: “Mom! Take the child in your arms. " But where there ... It's too late to rush, and the wave also went through the crowd. In short, tin, the mother panicked, shoves, sobs, babe whines, some kind of horror. I tried to push the peasant away from them, rested on him, pressed, not a fig, only myself, I drive back, as if I were crushing a wall.

Well, I began, as best I could, to push the people away from the child in every possible way. Here the kid is next to me, yelling at me: "I'll help you!" As a result, we built a battle formation of six men around this mother, popularly referred to as the "turtle". They closed their shoulders, made a circle, they are in the center, and they press that the scribe, their feet are moving on the tile, our circle is about to collapse.

Some kind of excitement appeared. An uncle with a mustache from our cordon yelled, “Hold the line! Sons! If we survive, I will give three days to plunder. " Someone from the crowd yelled in response "This is SPARTA!" The people began to laugh. And then we were spat out onto the escalator, the crush was over!

Mom was scattered in gratitude, the men began to discuss that the crush today was more serious than ever. And I was the last to stand on the steps: there was no one to discuss with, and I thought that this was all nonsense, that “our people are indifferent, the peasants are extinct, you will pass by to die”. The drunks will really pass by, and the mother and child, everyone rushed to help. And we are not a damn lost nation. "

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