Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Jun 30, 2017 10:23:43 GMT -5
Name: Amberle Bach
Age: 12
Gender: female
District: 8
I have always been thinking about kindness a lot. It has surrounded me since the first day of my life. Every single day was like a gift to me and it still is. Because no matter how hard life can get, I am among those who love and treasure me. I am among kind people.
Some people may think that kindness is irrational. That it gives nothing to any person. According to their opinion, those who try to be kind waste themselves on helping others and receive nothing in return. Kind people are often laughed at, they are easier to manipulate. However, I believe that being kind is one of the most important things in life.
We often don’t notice how kind the people around us are, because kindness doesn’t necessarily mean giving everything you have away to charity. It is also cooking breakfast and letting your mom sleep a little longer, it is feeding a stray cat or just smiling at your classmate and wishing them a good day. The fact that all these things are not often paid attention to by others makes many people think that the little good deeds don’t matter. However, no matter how small a person’s act of kindness is, it still is of great significance to everyone.
Actually, the smaller it is, the more meaningful it can be, especially to the person who does it. When people realise that the small acts of kindness don’t attract anyone’s attention to them, they sometimes give up being kind. But if someone finds the strength in himself or herself to carry on, it has a great effect on their character. Such people are less selfish and more altruistic, they have less conflicts with those around them. Doing something small but kind is also good because when people notice, how happy everyone around is, it makes them happy, too. Bringing joy to others is one of the most wonderful things in the world, because it boosts people’s self-esteem and motivates them to do more kind things.
Besides, every act of kindness contributes to making everybody happy and when people are full of positive emotion, their brain is functioning better and they can work more productively. This means that every kind deed speeds up the transformation of the world into a better place.
Kindness can save the world. I never had any doubts about it. If everybody were kind, the Earth would be the most amazing place in the universe by now. Therefore, I believe in every act of kindness, no matter how small it is, and admire those who bring joy into the others’ lives.
I always try to be as kind as I can, especially with my family, because I enjoy seeing all my relatives happy. I have a huge lot of them, because there are loads of uncles and aunts both on my mother’s and my father’s side. All of them have so many children that I could never even remember all their names properly. It is good to have such an enormous family, from my point of view, because everybody in it can support each other.
I was born in winter and got sick almost instantly, because it was too cold in our house. Even though our relatives were lending us firewood, it still wasn’t enough. Mom always tells me that she was very afraid when it happened. At an early age even the smallest colds can be lethal, because babies are always born with weak health.
However, the illness didn’t have much effect on my life. I grew up like most normal children and almost never noticed the only consequence of my childhood sickness: my mother was worried about me all the time. She was afraid that something like that illness fourteen years ago might happen again and she doesn’t want to experience the fear of losing someone one more time. That is why she barely lets me go outside in winter and makes me put on all the warm clothes we have when it is raining or snowing or just when the weather is windy.
I don’t mind it though, because I really enjoy reading on my bed on a rainy day instead of going to school. I can spend a whole day in the world of fantasies and never get bored. Sometimes I read history books or something about science, because I find learning something new rather enjoyable. I like to remember various interesting facts to impress people around me or just to have something to talk about.
I read my first book when I was four years old. My grandma started teaching me to read when I was two and when we finally managed to read the whole cookbook together, we were both screaming for about half an hour (grandma was excited that her dear little Am had read her first book. I was just screaming because grandma was screaming and I liked loud noises, so I decided to join in and have fun with her.) I have always been very close to grandma Darcy and we still spend a lot of time together, telling each other secrets and braiding each other’s hair. It may seem funny, but my grandma still has long hair. It is white and not as beautiful as it used to be, but she still doesn’t want to cut it off. It has been a part of her for such a long time that she would never like to let it go.
She doesn’t want me to cut my hair either, because she thinks it is beautiful. It actually is, so I made a promise to her that I will do my best to take good care of it for the rest of my life. My hair is long, wavy and light brown. I often wear it in a ponytail, because I like ponies and I love to play pony gallop with my grandma. It is a game where we both make each other ponytails and run around the house, stampeding “like a herd of cows” (I am quoting my mother on this) and making neighing noises. We also clatter our teeth sometimes to make it sound like hooves.
I also have beautiful eyes (at least, I think they are). Granny says that they look like my mother’s. They are “kinda grey, sorta green” (quoting grandma here). I also have puffy cute cheeks and a small nose. Grandma is sure that I will be beautiful, like a princess, when I grow up. I am not growing very quickly though, because even though I am twelve already, I still look like I am eight. And I am also short like a seven year old.
I love living. I can’t explain why, I just love to love and be loved every day. I am not even afraid of the Reaping, because I know that no matter what happens to me, I will never be alone. I have so many shoulders to lean on, that even if I fell a thousand times every day, I would never get hurt. And knowing this is amazing.
