I’m an American . Years ago，I traveled to the north of Thailand. I
the heat，the noisy streets，the busy markets and the smell of Thai dish es. I enjoyed my
there very much. However，there is one thing that I wish I hadn’t done.
One day，I set off from my hotel to a temple that me. It was a very day. As I walked past some buildings，I glanced between two buildings. There，an old woman in traditional clothing on the dusty rubble(碎石).The terrible thought crossed my mind that she might be .Feeling quite helpless，I her. Her face was sunkissed. She looked quite beautiful but very ill. I reached into my pocket to find some .Then I pushed it into her hand. It was enough for her to for a few months. At this moment，she opened her large，brown eyes and the prize I’d given he r. I felt like the “ stranger”.
a common language，she looked at me with the wisdom and pity that could burn into a soul. She weakly the money. She stood up and walked away. I was ，with the money in my hand. It took me at least a kilometer of walking to I was quite the fool. She didn’t need money. she needed shade，a bottle of water or just some comfort. She was the one who taught me a good .
That evening，I sat thinking over my “kindness”. This b eautiful woman made me know that not everyone would someone else’s money. We should be kind to others，but we should choose the right way.
