Dmitry A. (SLE) - Helping the weak

It was never hard for me to help an old woman cross the street. I’d be walking with friends, and I’d see some elderly lady darting around, confused. Someone else might not notice, but I couldn’t not notice—I saw her. And immediately there was this impulse: “Everyone stop right now, grandma will cross, then you can go on.”

I even remember once scolding a tram driver. We were riding on a tram, and an old woman was running after it. The driver closed the doors right in front of her and only then noticed her. The old woman barely managed to get on. I went up and started shouting across the whole tram straight into the driver’s cab, telling her that she was blind and could have shown some respect.