There was a Greek shopkeeper in a small conner shop in London. She taught me about the
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of an act of kindness, which has motivated me to give.
On the day I went to that shop, I was
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with a very high fever. I had been off work for days and I had
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out of food. Because I had been working so hard since I had
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to town, I also had no friends who could help.
So I went out to get some food.
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, I would have gone to the supermarket, but on this
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, I went into the Greek shop because it was closer. I
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a few things, from the looks of which revealed the
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that I lived alone. Then I
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them to the shopkeeper, who told me, "You are unwell." I
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rather shyly. She pointed at the things I was buying and
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. "I can make you a sandwich, so you don"t have to do it yourself."
So, she made the sandwich and asked me to
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a moment. She went in the back room and reappeared with a container of hot soup. "It will
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you up," she said with a smile.
What really warmed me up,
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, was not the soup. It was her
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that told me she cared. Her kindness made me feel cared for when I was particularly
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.
And it
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me. It made me want to be as
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as the shopkeeper. I had been quite shy, but, from that day on, I did not let shyness prevent me from
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random acts of kindness.
I was determined to
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the joy...and I haven"t felt lonely since!