Let me take a deep breath~

I only learned of the hell-like disaster in Uganda a few years earlier. I remember that I was still in a group because of my anger and excitement. I still called everyone to pay more attention to this cruel and insurmountable thing. But my reply was indifference and quietness. There were only one or two pairs. I said: There are still so many poor children in China who can't afford to go to school or put on shoes. You should save and do more for them. For a while, the anger in my heart changed from the initial anger to the compromise. I did nothing but reposted a post, and the response to me was neither encouragement nor endorsement of support. . . If it is positive energy, will I do more? Of course do my best to start with our Chinese dolls? ! I don't know, but looking back now, in my state at the time, I didn't have the courage to continue anything... I'm ashamed!
Over the years, I still occasionally see the three words "Uganda" in some places because it has been engraved in my heart since the last time. But I have not done anything, and even deliberately ignore the name. The moment the voice in my heart is ignoring may be thinking: I turned around, gave up, and avoided because of my incompetence. --I don't even have the courage to give it a try. I'm really a coward.
Last year's trip to Xinjiang proved my timidity and hypocrisy again. I learned and determined that some places need support teachers, and I am sure I can do this job, but when I learned that the climate there is very cold and the living conditions are very poor, even if I pass by the door of the Education Bureau every day, I I didn't have the courage to step there for half a step, because I knew I was afraid, I was afraid of hardship, loneliness, fear of giving up halfway, fear of letting go of the children who have been in love for a long time, fear of my limited ability, and despair in the face of difficulties. . . I am really a coward. I am a hypocritical person.
But this shame and guilt self-blame, including the unforgivable once committed, the "evil deeds" and the despicable things I am embarrassed to write here, I saw this movie today, and my heart follows his experience. The ups and downs, especially every time he returns to his home in the United States, I sweat deeply for him because of so much incomprehension, indifference, inner loneliness, and dissatisfaction with the two worlds of different environments. When adapting, very realistic ability issues, money, family, and a series of issues, his helplessness and desperate anger made me nervous and worried, but every time his decision is decisive and decisive, he will After depression, I won as much money as possible, set foot on the land of "Uganda" again and again, and insisted on continuing to help those children. . . He is a "truthful" person. He is a Chinese character. He is a truly courageous and strong man.
In contrast, I am particularly vulnerable and vulnerable and not persistent enough.
So, what this film teaches is: please stand up strong and do what you think is right and meaningful things persistently and decisively! Just do it.

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