One Saturday, we were preparing to go away for the weekend when my daughter heard cries for help. When I went out, I discovered our elderly neighbor had fallen on her front steps. She was clearly in pain, so I helped her inside her house and settled here on the bed.

    I noticed her room was very narrow and dark. It was obvious she hadn't cleaned it for a long time. She insisted she didn't need an ambulance（救护车）and that someone would be around soon, so I left her with a bottle of water at her side.

    As I left I felt sad when I realized that we hadn't communicated with her, except a few smiles, for the past 18 months. She didn't know my name and I didn't know hers, and I hadn't even noticed that she hadn't been outside for weeks because of bad pain in her back.

    That weekend I visited my grandmother for her 80th birthday and noticed how clean and spacious her flat seemed in comparison to my neighbour's. My neighbour, as far as I knew, had no family regularly dropping by.

    When I returned home I went to visit her. Very grateful to see me, she explained she was okay. Yet, unable to bend down due to her back, her kitchen was filling with garbage that she was unable to take out by herself.

    We've become good friends and chat every second day. She keeps thanking me for my kindness, but I enjoy helping her. Now, every time I return from putting out her garbage, collecting her mail or just chatting, I feel a deep sense of satisfaction and peace.