I was angry at this city

I was angry at this city.  I was angry on this endless rush-a race on the roads, on the manifestation of selfishness and unfriendliness of some of its inhabitant.

I sat down at a table in the mall. Suddenly I saw a little girl walking with her mother. The girl was limping badly. She had bad legs. Her knees were bent inwards and every step was given to her with great difficulty. In her hand she held a small children's purse.

I looked at her as she walked, at her purse, at the mother's trembling attention to her daughter, and every negative was already dissolving in my heart. Stronger feelings of love and compassion flooded my soul.

I was distracted for a moment, then I looked up again, the girl was walking slowly, there at the end of the hall. She walked with a limp, holding tightly to her mother's hand. I kept looking at her, and for some reason my heart was already pouring with tears.

The girl did not realize that today she had cured someone's soul.

This city, it is imperfect, but it wants to be liked, it wants to live and bring something to this world. He wants to be happy. He wants attention, care, love. And, of course, he needs a reliable hand.

Don't get mad at anything. Be lenient. Be kind, responsive. And while your hand is still warm, give it to someone who needs it.

And we will melt the ice of this city! How this girl melted my heart today.