The Helping Hand The word help is a verb that anticipates action. It means to make things easier for someone by offering aid. To help is to save, rescue, be useful in some way, or provide what is necessary to satisfy a need. There are different ways I can help someone. I can give a homeless person something to eat, say a kind word, or render a soft touch. The rewards of helping someone are not always visible. When I give a homeless person a few dollars or some food, I walk away not witnessing the feeling that person may have encountered. An inspiring word can’t be seen traveling to the heart to release a smile or lifting the spirit of a person so they can feel more confident about who they are. I often sit and wonder how prominent the world would be if we would stop belittling each other and just try to help. Although I know it is impossible to help everyone I come in contact with, it’s not absurd to think one can avoid saying bashing and degrading things that may crush someone’s spirit. As far back as I can remember, I had the desire to help people. I’ve always wanted to lend a helping hand. As a little girl, before I even knew what it really was, I found myself helping people. My mom, as I became older, told me stories about my acts of kindness. She divulged a time where I offered, what look like a less fortunate person, my tasteful snacks that I was enjoying. She told me as I reached my adolescent years, I would cry if I saw someone sitting on the side of the road with a sign or sleeping on the harden concrete as if it were a bed. Thoughts streamed inside of my sympathetic head as I imagined all they want is a helping hand. My dream of helping didn’t vanish. As I grew older, it grew right along with me. In my teen years I would always try to play “Ms. Fix It.” I wanted everyone to get along and be at peace with each other. I would try to stroke the ego of my wounded peer as she hid shamefully from the harsh words and judging stares people provided.
1. It's not always easy for the old and the young to find a common language. 2. Don't envy the rich: money doesn't always bring happiness. 3. Governments have to develop social programs to help poor people. 4. I quite like old houses: they have an atmosphere of their own. 5. You don't look beautiful today! 6. Looking after the sick is a real art. 7. The beautiful are often admired. 8. Deaf people often use their hands to communicate in sign language. 9. Some of her relatives were among the dead and injured. 10. Have you ever been unemployed? 11. All parents want to see their children among the happy.
A. S. Pushkin is the greatest Russian poet. But I hope no one is challenging the view that he occupies an outstanding place in Russian literature and culture.
Every summer in June, thousands of people visit the Pskov land. They come here to the village of Mikhailovskoye to the wonderful festival of poetry, to see the places where he lived and worked.
Pushkin is always alive for us, he is the man we all know and love, the greatest of poets. Generations come and go, but Pushkin still remains. We are all grateful to Pushkin for each line of his works. Pushkin is not only a great poet for us. He is the perfect man combining brilliant talent with civil courage. His name is associated with our love for the Motherland, and the best in our life.
Hundreds of new concepts, hundreds of new words have appeared in the language in the years that have passed since his death, but not a single word of his poetry has become obsolete. Everything written by Pushkin continues to live. It has not become something of the past, it does not need any corrections and hardly needs commentary. His feelings and his views still correspond to our own feelings and views.
We admire the great world of Pushkin's poetry as a whole, each of us finding some special lines for ourselves, lines showing his sympathy and respect for his people. The reader cannot imagine his inner world without him.
The word help is a verb that anticipates action. It means to make things easier for someone by offering aid. To help is to save, rescue, be useful in some way, or provide what is necessary to satisfy a need. There are different ways I can help someone. I can give a homeless person something to eat, say a kind word, or render a soft touch. The rewards of helping someone are not always visible. When I give a homeless person a few dollars or some food, I walk away not witnessing the feeling that person may have encountered. An inspiring word can’t be seen traveling to the heart to release a smile or lifting the spirit of a person so they can feel more confident about who they are. I often sit and wonder how prominent the world would be if we would stop belittling each other and just try to help. Although I know it is impossible to help everyone I come in contact with, it’s not absurd to think one can avoid saying bashing and degrading things that may crush someone’s spirit. As far back as I can remember, I had the desire to help people. I’ve always wanted to lend a helping hand.
As a little girl, before I even knew what it really was, I found myself helping people. My mom, as I became older, told me stories about my acts of kindness. She divulged a time where I offered, what look like a less fortunate person, my tasteful snacks that I was enjoying. She told me as I reached my adolescent years, I would cry if I saw someone sitting on the side of the road with a sign or sleeping on the harden concrete as if it were a bed. Thoughts streamed inside of my sympathetic head as I imagined all they want is a helping hand.
My dream of helping didn’t vanish. As I grew older, it grew right along with me. In my teen years I would always try to play “Ms. Fix It.” I wanted everyone to get along and be at peace with each other. I would try to stroke the ego of my wounded peer as she hid shamefully from the harsh words and judging stares people provided.