Poor people, can be humble into what?

Poor people, can be humble into what?

My college roommate, on the day of enrollment, I found the back of her pants were all red with blood, so I gave her a sanitary napkin. I did not expect her to go into the toilet for a long time and did not come out. Later, she secretly said a word to me, which I still feel extremely sad.

Perhaps only those who have experienced poverty can understand the humble and helpless poor children. My college roommate was a girl who really came out of poverty and suffering. When she first went to college, she seldom talked or smiled and kept herself to herself.

During the four years of college, she lived in my opposite bed all the time. Everyone in our dormitory called her Jenny, which was her parents' name for her. After we overheard her, we mischievously followed suit. At first, I thought it was funny, and then I thought it was kind.

I still feel terrible about what happened on my first day of college.

The other five of us arrived early that day, except for Jenny, who arrived late in the evening with two large bags in tow. The other five of us who had arrived first were chatting, but as soon as she opened the door and entered, all our eyes were on her, because she looked more like a worker than a college student.

Her whole face and neck were black and shiny. She wore a pale blue school uniform that had been washed and bleached. She carried two large bags sewn with fertilizer. Just looking at it makes people feel very sad.

The rest of us were sent to school by our parents to make our beds. But Jennie came alone. When she came in, she saw us all staring at her. She was a little embarrassed, but she only gave us a shy smile and lowered her head to avoid our eyes.

I also come from the countryside, see her appearance, feel very uncomfortable in the heart, so take the initiative to smile to her and said: "classmates, need help?" But she still did not speak, smiled and shook her head, carried the bag to the bed.

When she turned around, I saw that the back of her pants were all red with blood. I thought we were all girls and there was nothing to be shy about, so I reminded her directly and frankly.

She quickly reached down to cover her pants, then turned to look at us sheepishly, her whole face turning red.

I felt like I was in trouble, so I grabbed her and said, "It's okay, it's normal, we're all girls, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

She nodded and began rummaging in her large bag. Thinking she was looking for a change of pants, and too embarrassed to keep staring, I turned to my other roommates to talk about my upcoming college life.

"Classmate, do you have any toilet paper?" Jennie came up suddenly and touched me on the back and said very quietly. That was the first thing I heard her say. Her face was still red, and beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead.

She was humble appearance, see my heart a pang, I quickly put his desk a bag of napkin to her, although the napkin bag, but there are more than ten paper towels, I think how is enough.

But she was holding the pack of tissue leng in place, after a long time only very embarrassed to say: "This is too small, I am the...... Use that."

I immediately understood that she needed sanitary napkins, and I also had one, so I found one and gave it to her. Unexpectedly, she took the sanitary napkin into the toilet, after a long time did not come out.

I felt very strange. I looked at the bathroom door many times, wanting to ask but afraid to disturb her. I knew she was thin-skinned. But after about half an hour, she still didn't come out, and there was no movement in the bathroom.

I had a bad thought, thinking she couldn't have passed out in the toilet from loss of blood.

After the idea came to me, I couldn't sit still anymore and got up to knock on the bathroom door. But as soon as I raised my hand to knock, she suddenly peeped out from inside, blushed close to my ear, and secretly said a word to me: "Classmate, how to use this thing? I haven't."

To tell the truth, she this sentence let me a little shocked, are in college, no matter how to say menstruation has four or five years, actually do not know how to use sanitary napkins, I am also in rural home conditions are not good, but also not so.

I knew she was very embarrassed, so I went into the bathroom, while teaching her to use, while a little curious to ask her: "You don't use sanitary napkins, then use what?"

She was very embarrassed to tell me that she always used the big roll of paper that her mother bought home and forgot to take it with her this time.

Later I learned that Jenny's family lived in a remote mountainous area of Yunnan Province. Her father was disabled and her mother was seriously ill. The family not only had no financial resources, but also needed money to buy medicine for a long time.

According to her, the walk down the mountain from her home to the county town is several hours and is all dirt. She didn't have the chance to go to school, but her grades have been good, with the help of teachers and kind people, she was able to barely go to college.

Ever since she went to college, Jenny has worked harder than anyone. Her grades have always been near the top of her class, and she has received scholarships and grants every year. And she always keeps to herself. We hardly see her except during class time.

She found several part-time jobs by herself. In addition to attending classes, she stayed in the library or did part-time work. She would not come back until we were asleep every day. Although we shared a dorm, we barely spoke to her or saw her smile during the first two years of college.

Between the part-time job and the scholarship, she should not be that short of money. But she not only needs to support herself, but also needs to send 1,000 yuan to her family every month. If she doesn't send money, her mother won't have money to buy medicine.

In the four years of college, she never bought new clothes, and always asked the two good roommates to give her the old clothes they did not want. She said that these clothes were very good, much better than she used to wear, and it was a pity to throw them away. Her classmates sympathized with her and gave her all the clothes she didn't wear. Every time she got the clothes, she was very happy and never refused.

Due to her many part-time jobs, experience and savings, in her junior year, Jenny opened a small milk tea shop on campus with the support of the counselor. It was 2011 when milk tea was very popular in the school, so her milk tea shop did very well. Sometimes when we went to take care of her business, there was even a queue at the door.

After opening the milk tea shop, Jenny's whole person has changed, become sunny and cheerful, no longer the timid girl who dare not speak. For the milk tea shop, she worked early and late every day. At first, she only opened the shop during spare time. Later, she found two part-time students and her milk tea shop was open all day long.

Looking at her business is doing so well, the students are very envious, but no one can have her ability, she can not only make a variety of milk tea, but also understand a variety of business, these are her long-term part-time accumulated experience, others only envy.

Because of this milk tea shop, she accumulated the first bucket of gold in her life, but she was still reluctant to buy new clothes, but in the second semester of her senior year, she paid 100,000 yuan down to buy the first house in her life. In 2012, when the house price was not high, she paid 100,000 yuan down to buy a house of 70 or 80 square meters.

Jenny said that she didn't really want a house, she just wanted a home in the city, to bring her mother close to her, so that she can safely in the city to heal.

On the day of the graduation photo shoot, Jenny wore a bachelor's uniform and squatted on the ground and cried for a long time. Her classmates all thought she was so happy to buy a house that she was crying with joy.

But in fact, she just looked at a sanitary napkin advertisement on the ground, think of their sad past.

Now, ten years later, though I have little contact with her, I know through her circle of friends that Jenny is living her ideal life. She lives in a big house, drives a nice car, and her parents are by her side.

Once she was the most humble person in her class, but when she graduated from college, she became the envy of everyone. She did not give up because of poverty, but kept working hard, against the wind, to live the life she wanted.

Write at the end:

Poor is not terrible, terrible is the spirit of poverty. The spirit of rich people, even if poor is only poor for a while, not poor for a lifetime. Jenny is one of those people who are rich in spirit. She never gives up on herself. She keeps trying and changing.

Now looking back, I think she is like a beam of light, is my own light, is also the light of the family, illuminating their own life, but also illuminate the hope of the whole family.

Her birth was not an option, but it was not an option. Only unwilling to mediocrity, can have the opportunity to attack. Because she is not willing to do the poor, just brave to complete a tragic counterattack, such a person is not humble, we are not qualified to laugh at her.

We do not need to feel humble for their poverty, as long as you do not accept fate, life will have unlimited possibilities.