Once upon a time I helped to my friend at the point of receiving the metal. An old man came up into the yard, he could hardly carry his metal things. Suddenly a boy rode in on his bicycle. He seemed to be in a hurry, and the old man let him give his metal outside of the queue. The boy sold it, and then he asked my friend to give his money to the client following after him. He said that he knew how poor the man was. I was surprised by the kindness of both clients!
(Ilios, 13, Russia)