As I walk around my local grocery store, the little children point, the elderly squint and the crowd moves out of the way as my four-legged friend walks through the aisle. For as long as I can remember, my family has always offered open arms to people of all kinds. In doing so, I’ve devoted much of my time raising guide dogs for blind individuals and to helping anyone with disabilities. However, now that I am on my own and without my parents’ guidance, I’ve found that I, personally, enjoy offering my hand to anyone in need.Every day, I walk in the bathroom and see the cleaning lady sanitizing the stalls. I always say, “Hi” and ask her how her day has been. On some days, she tells me it has been a long and tiring day, but today she said, “It’s been really great!” Such simple words just make my day because any small thing I can do to encourage someone really brightens my mood.I am a compassionate person who sincerely cares about other people. I’m proud to walk beside an individual in a wheelchair, not out of pity, but because I want to get to know them. I’m disgusted when I see and hear people mock the physically and mentally disabled because I know those they mock are amazing people with vibrant personalities. Last year I met a girl named Lily, who had so much spunk wherever she was. She brought along her bag of jokes and always had something fun to add to any conversation. Being around her made me smile and stop to enjoy the moments in laughter that I often ignore throughout my busy lifestyle.As I go about each day, I try to do as much as I can to help others because I believe that every little thing in life makes every little difference.
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