It's still 65438+February 2003, my first season as a rescuer, when I was faced with problems, the bell rang. The woman in clean clothes and her young son went to the kettle and stood up. She rummaged through her purse for some cash, and the boy looked up at me. I can still see the confusion and curiosity on his face. "Are you poor?"

"Well," I stammered, trying to think. "My apple is better than some people's, but not as good as others." His mother blamed him for social taboos and what they had to do in a hurry. However, his problem didn't leave me.

I never feel poor, but I won't deny some facts. Every time I fill in my 1040 form, I fall into the lowest income situation. In the past 35 years, I spent a holiday. My TV set is clear. Someone gave it to me eight years ago. However, I don't think anything can get material things for many others like short-lived ideas. My car 1999 shows wear and tear and 105000 miles. But it is still reliable. My apartment is simple, quiet and relaxed. My clothes are suitable for my work, mainly outdoors. I can meet the minimum computer needs of the library.

Although not, I don't feel poor.

But there is a key part of my life that I didn't do very well. In a society, so much emotional energy is where I want to go in pursuit of wealth.

By contrast, things don't mean more to me. I think most people feel the same way. There are no specific items except social consequences.

People all over the world will think that my lifestyle is appropriate.

At the end of each year, when I put on the red apron of the Salvation Army, this happened in my heart. I didn't feel the local economy, but began to feel a real sense of belonging. When I rang the bell, people stopped sharing their personal stories and got some help.