When I stopped my car to answer an urgent phone call, a woman with a heavy bag approached me and knocked on the window of my car. I lowered the window and she asked if I was not taxis. I answered negatively, but I asked where she needed to go. An adult woman explained that she had been late on her bus, and she needed to reach a private Sektor, located three kilometers from here.

She looked tired and I saw that it was difficult for her to breathe. I decided to take it to bring it, and she sat on the front seat. During the trip, my grandmother shared her story, and I listened carefully. When we drove to her little house at the end of the street, she opened her handbag to split me, but I refused to take it. She was amazed and said, “I am, to you, son. May God give you a good. When she left, I felt a heavy stone in my heart.

I realized that our society does not pay enough attention to the care of people of the age. Instead, we focus on financial success and social status. I was ashamed of our country’s attitude to the older generation. I shared my experience with readers to remind everyone of the need to donate people of the age. We can boil them products, to pay for communal, to stub them in public transport, or to get them to bring their bags to home. Small good deeds can greatly change and facilitate their lives.